I do not own BBC Merlin or their characters etc., etc. This is my first fanfic and it is un-beta tested. I hope you enjoy reading it! I would love reviews to see if anyone likes it so I can upload further chapters. I have the story almost fully planned out, I just haven't written it all out, so if you do enjoy the story, there is more to come! Happy reading!

Chapter 1

Merlin had been told by Gaius not to meddle in the business pertaining to Morgana's newly found magic. Not only did Merlin want to help Morgana by sharing his secret, but it would also provide a sole companion in the deep waters in which they both tread. He knew he would be able to comfort Morgana because he went through the same experience: fear. Fear of being discovered, fear of being rejected. And a small part of his desire to confide in Morgana was purely selfish. He wanted someone to be a friend that knew every detail about him and still wanted to be around him. That's completely normal, for that's human nature.

Unsure of his actions, Merlin proceeded to the cave where the Great Dragon lies, hoping to find his answer there.

The winter wind was bitter as it nipped at Merlin's face. He stole past the guards with ease, making his way through the dank corridors until finally approaching the great cavern's entrance. Searching the dim cave for the dragon, he called, "It's me—Merlin! I need your help!" A great chuckle followed by the clanking of chains and the whoosh of wings, the dragon appeared before Merlin, his keen yellow eyes on him.

"What is it this time, young warlock?" he didn't sound at all a bit sarcastic.

Merlin carried on without pause, "I've come about Morgana—she has magic, like me. I want to know if I should share my secret with her." The dragon's eyes bore into Merlin's, studying his expression."

"I have the answer you seek," he finally said.

Merlin's eyes perked up and he straightened his posture, "What do I do?"

The Great Dragon hesitated, wearily almost, and said, "Your…relationship with the witch has been known to even the first of the prophets of the Old Religion. Your destinies are intertwined."

Merlin was excited but confused, "Relationship? Does this relationship include me telling her of my magic?"

"Yes, you must tell her of your magic. It is crucial to your destiny. She will help you return magic to Camelot and all of the five kingdoms of Albion."

Merlin let out a sigh of relief. Joy and hope filled his heart.

"However, young warlock, I must warn you, for your behalf only, that the Lady Morgana will crush your heart. In the book of all tragic stories, yours I'm afraid will be the most devastating chapter. It will be unlike any story told before."

Merlin was shocked. "She's going to crush my heart? Are you saying that it's a, you know, relationship relationship? With…love?" He said the word so carefully, so lightly, and so, so awkwardly. He shifted from one foot to the other.

The Great Dragon appeared smugly amused, "Yes. What relationship were you expecting? The two of you are to be the most powerful sorcerer and sorceress all of Albion will ever know. The love between you two will strengthen your magic to something even you, Merlin, cannot possibly achieve now."

Merlin grimaced at the word love.

The dragon seemed excited about the whole ordeal, but Merlin was still doubtful.

Morgana? Merlin thought to himself, I mean sure, she's kind and attractive, but Morgana? Surely not. "Are you sure?" he asked the dragon as he raised an eyebrow. The Great Dragon snorted with laughter.

"You came to me, don't you remember?"

Merlin, still unconvinced continued with a heavy sigh, "Is there anything else you can tell me that would help?"

The dragon cocked his large scaly head to one side and considered the boy. "I am afraid that is all I can tell you."

Merlin was exasperated. He came down to this dark, musky cave for a seemingly simple answer for a seemingly simple question. Instead he was loaded with a confusing and conflicting prophecy. He didn't want to learn that his "great" destiny would include falling in love only to result in the disappointment and destruction. But what kind of destruction, Merlin has not the slightest idea. He can't imagine how Morgana could be capable of doing something so horrible that it would affect the whole of the land.

The Great Dragon's gaze turned full of sorrow on the young man. "It is the only way to save Albion."

Merlin was uneasy about this newly revealed prophecy as he turned from the dragon with a weak "thank you" and started his journey back through the corridors.

His thoughts toward Morgana switched from curiosity to doubt to awe and everything in between. He trudged across the stone courtyard, up a narrow spiral staircase, and down a long corridor until he reached the court physician's chambers.

"Ah. There you are Merlin. I have an errand I need you to take care of for me," Gaius, the greying physician inquired as Merlin entered the room.

Merlin approached Gaius's potion table, ready for his mission. Various sizes of colored liquids covered the vast majority of the old wooden table, along with strange trinkets and assorted ingredients.

"I've just prepared a new remedy for Lady Morgana's sleeping draught. Take this to her, would you, and tell her to drink half of it now and the other half just before she is ready to sleep."

Merlin's heart jumped. "Morgana?"

"Yes," Gaius said quizzically, "You know she suffers from nightmares."

"Oh. Right," he said, trying to shrug off the sense of confusion embarked across the physician's face. "Right, well, I'll be off then." He grabbed the small glass vial of purple liquid from Gaius's hand and made for the door.

"Merlin. Don't forget what I told you. You must not tell her of your secret."

Merlin grinned, "Of course not."

He entered the passageway and knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to tell Morgana that he has magic.