Hey I am back with a new story.

You guys are lucky because this will be update twice a week because I want to finish it before May so I am not leaving you hanging for two months due to exams. So this will be update every Monday and Friday. Hopefully.

All the chapters are incredible short and there is little I can do to extend them. I have tried. :( Sorry about that.

I hope that you enjoy the story line. Yes I have changed series 4 again.

Hope you like this.

Mistress

He woke up suddenly.

Looking around the place he had no idea where he was but he could feel something calling him.

He quickly changed and left the room and the castle.

What am I doing in a castle? The man questioned himself.

He dashed through the forest.

Little did he know that he was running away from the place that he lived, the people he loves and wants to protect.

He doesn't know much, for sure he doesn't even know or remember his name. He couldn't remember anything.

All he needs to know is he has to answer his calling, he has to get to her, his mistress.

He feels the bond between them get stronger and stronger.

He stops outside of a hovel. He doesn't know what to make of it but he knows that he must tell her.

He hears that there are people inside and doesn't know whether to knock or not.

Inside the hovel, a woman and man were planning there next attack on the city, the city she so desperately wanted to become queen of.

They had tried so many times and yet failed.

They had no idea that the faithful servant of Camelot was outside the door until he pushed the door wide open.

Both the people looked up.

The woman was as scared as anything to see the man there.

He walked past the older man, not acknowledging that he was there. He was just another person between him and his mistress.

He fell to his knees in front of the woman.

"Mistress, I'm here to serve you and only you. I have felt you calling and I couldn't resist. I am yours to do at your will." The man had his head bowed before her in respect.

The women looked over to her accomplice, unknowing what to say.

After a while in silence, the woman finally spoke.

"Merlin, what is the meaning of this... this nonsense?"

Merlin raised his head. So my name is Merlin. That could be useful.

"What nonsense mistress?" Merlin was confused by what she said.

"The whole mistress nonsense. Go home Merlin." The woman looked up at the older man. "He didn't bring Arthur, did he?"

The older man left the hovel to return a few minutes later.

"Morgana there is no need to worry. No one followed him."

So my mistress is called Morgana.

"GO HOME Merlin!"

Merlin looked back up to see his mistress all hot and flustered.

He didn't realise that he had been there for much longer than she wanted him or that she wanted him at all.

"Yes mistress." Merlin said with a sad smile and walked out of the door that he had not too long ago burst his way through. "Sorry mistress."

Morgana turned to Agravaine and sighed.

"What if he had?"

Agravaine turned to her. "But he didn't milady."

"But why is he calling me his mistress?"

Agravaine shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. The Forromah?"

"No the Forromah's control left him when Emrys destroyed it."

Agravaine could tell Morgana's temper was rising.

"I will watch him. Shall I tell him from you that he should go on his daily duties? You don't want to make Arthur suspicious now do we?"

Morgana sighed again, allowing some of the tension to leave her. "Yes, now leave. I think we are done for one day."

Morgana wished to dismiss him as quickly as possible. Agravaine always managed to make her shiver and the looks he gave her also made her want to slam him into a wall with her magic.

"Milady." Agravaine said and bowed as he too left her.

Morgana thought over it. "It couldn't be the Forromah, could it?"

Morgana went to the shelf and picked up one of Morgause's old books, ones that she had left to Morgana after she died.

Morgana knew it was going to be a long night trying to find out what had happened to Merlin but she wanted to know.

Do I now have power over him? If I do, I could use it to my advantage.

Morgana smirked to herself before starting to read the book.

Merlin knew he should be getting back to his 'home', but he couldn't remember the way that he had ran.

Merlin sat helpless on a log.

She had rejected him. All had had done was pledge his elegance to her.

Merlin was trying to hold back the tears.

Who was he? Where did he live? Where did he come from? Who are his friends? Who are his foes? What was he meant to do now?

Merlin looked up at the sound of hooves.

The older man with Morgana was sitting in front of him, high up on his horse.

"Morgana wishes you to go about your daily duties as normal."

Agravaine was about to kick his heals in when Merlin stopped him.

"What are my daily duties?"

Agravaine sighed. Had he forgotten everything?

"Go back to Camelot and I will tell you everything in my chambers."

Merlin looked up at the man.

Agravaine rolled his eyes. "Follow me."

It wasn't in Agravaine nature to be kind but Agravaine saw something that could break Arthur and maybe bring him closer to Morgana.

Morgana hadn't been reading long before she found a side effect of the Forromah that she didn't know of.

Written in her sister's hand was 'If used on a magical being, a powerful magical being, that person becomes your slave. Even thought it only works on powerful beings, there will be a conflict within themselves to whether they are right for their master or mistress. Once they have pledge some sort of elegance, they are yours until death. This information is only meant for High Priests and Priestesses of the Old Religion.'

Morgana was shocked but Merlin wasn't a powerful magical being.

Morgana sat and puzzled over the information she just read.

Did anybody else know about this? Did Merlin pledge an elegance to her? Is he hers now?

Morgana believed that she would look over this in the morning. She was tried and exhausted after her run in with Emrys.

He was powerful, but Merlin could never be Emrys. He would have told her if he had magic. He wouldn't have left her on her own, he knew how scared she was of herself and Uther. He wouldn't have poisoned one of his own. He just wasn't that type of person.

Anyway she had begged him to help her, why would he not tell her?

But the way that he helped him was suspicious. He wasn't frightened of her, well not like she was of herself. However she put it down to his friend, Will, In Ealdor. He had magic. Merlin knew of it. He wasn't scared of her because he knew that magic could be used for good.

Morgana put down the book and placed her head in her hands.

The mystery of this all was too much at the moment.

Agravaine led Merlin to his chambers.

"What do you remember?"

Merlin looked up at him. "Nothing other than ..." Agravaine placed his hand over Merlin's mouth.

"Not out here." He said stopping outside of his chambers. "In there now."

Merlin walked into the chambers and Agravaine sighed. He knew that the boy was going to be the death of him.

"Merlin." He said entering the chambers. "You are the manservant to the King."

Merlin nodded. "Okay."

Agravaine sighed again. "You have to serve him and do as he says."

"Why? I have my mistress. Why should I take orders from someone else?"

Agravaine poured himself a goblet of wine. "Because the King believes that he is your master."

Merlin took a step forward. "Well he is wrong."

Agravaine turned to him. "Just get him is breakfast in the morning and do as he tells you. That is what your mistress has ordered you to do."

Merlin took a couple of steps back.

"Now go to bed Merlin."

Merlin nodded and left.

What has happened to you? I don't know whether I like you being on the same side as me or against me. At least you won't be whispering in my nephew's ear now.

Merlin lied down on his bed.

He had little Idea why his mistress was so annoyed at him and it upset him.

He wanted to be by her side, to help her, to protect her. But how could he do that when she had cast him away like that.

She was scared and Merlin wished he knew why.

Arthur. Who was Arthur?

Who was his so called master? The King?

The King of Where?

Where was he?

Thinking of all these questions, Merlin fell asleep, tried from his run.

Tomorrow was going to be a weird day.