AN: I know this may not make sense in the beginning but this is setting up the story. Please give it a try. Thank you.

When Earth was much younger, a mysterious force began to form to help it's life. It became known as Magic or as the ancients called her, Hecate. After several thousand millennia, watching the life on Earth grow and wane, Hecate decided it was time to emerge from the depths of the Earth and nature to allow Earth's life to use Magic. At first, it was small things such as saving individual plants and animals from fire and drowning, guiding the best places for life to flourish in an ever changing world and little nudges in evolution. She took an intrigued look at a new species, humans. She noticed their capacity for using both sides of Magic, light and dark. She waited until they were old enough for her introduction to them.

500 AD, England

A pregnant woman is in the midsts of heavy labor, surrounded by her midwives and relatives.

"AHHHH!" The woman's mother and sister hold her hands through the most painful part of childbirth. The woman finally squeezed out her son into the world not knowing that Hecate was watching over labor. As her newborn son was being cleaned by her mother, he opens his blue eyes. Hecate senses that this human will be great in the whole meaning of the world. She decides to bless this child to be the first Magic user on Earth. As the blessing takes hold, the baby's eyes change color from blue to purple. Hecate smiles knowing that it has only just begun.

The new grandmother walks her grandson to his mother, handing him over. The new mother gazes lovingly while deciding what to name him.

"What will you name him, daughter?" The grandmother asks while her other daughter waits anxiously for the answer.

The mom smiles, "Dewin. Dewin, son of Dracul and Luna." While holding her newborn, they both peacefully slip into a much-needed rest.

518 AD, England

18 years later

On his 18th birthday, Dewin, choose to begin traveling the lands to learn more about his gifts. His village did not want him to go as they saw him as a sort of human god. He wished to be viewed as an average person but knew in his heart that he would never be normal. He bid goodbye to his mother and paid a visit to his father's memorial honoring his battle with a rival clan. I will return, one day, father. Guide me to honor our forefathers.

He boarded a ship at a neighboring village that was quite friendly to him since he saved their chief's son from a bear several years back. Letting his magic guide him, he sailed towards the mainland that would one day become France. He made landfall in unusually calm seas not knowing that Hecate was guiding him and making sure nothing harmed her first champion.

For the next few months, he encountered several villages that he offered his help to the injured and sick. Healing those he could and numbing the pain of those he couldn't. At every village, he got several offers of marriage and union, but his magic told him they were not compatible. He politely declined each one, even one from a chief that offered all 6 of his daughters.

Dewin arrived in present-day Germany, on a cloudy day. He had learned to read the Earth's weather for its mood. He knew that something bad was about to happen and prepared himself for whatever may come his way. He saw a village on the horizon and spent the rest of the day walking towards it. At nightfall, he entered the boundaries, but it was mysteriously empty. He noticed all the fires were burning at the center of the village. He learned from other villages that the chief or leader of these villages stayed in a hut near the center.

As he got closer, he noticed several women of all ages, crying and praying to their gods while just catching snippets of speech. He began to approach the main hut, which he guessed was the chief's due to the amount of decor on it. One of the warriors outside the entrance noticed him and reached for their spear yet paused when they spotted the armband he was given by a fellow healer. It was a wide red piece of leather with a strip of rabbit fur thread around it, in the center. The warrior got a relieved look on their face and motioned to him. Dewin made his way through the crowd to the warrior.

The warrior began whispering in a language he had yet to learn. He felt his magic try to help him, but it would take a time to learn and understand it. However, he noticed the warrior speak with their hands similar to the way others would talk to deaf elders. He began signing, What is wrong? How may I help?

The warrior's eyes widen in surprise and quickly began signing back. Our chief, Rhyfelwr, has been stabbed by an assassin's blade, two suns past. His wound is starting to stink and turn green. He is growing weaker by the day, unable to keep any meat or mead down. Dewin nods in understanding.

Okay. Thank you for the details. I believe that the blade most likely had poison on it, just in case the assassin failed to kill him immediately. Have your herbalist bring me as much Kingsfoil or Athelas as they can find. It will help slow the poison. The warrior nods quickly and begins to bark orders at the several women huddled around the entrance to the hut. They immediately take off towards the edge of the forest. The warrior turns back to Dewin and motions him inside.

Inside, Rhyfelwr is surrounded by, what Dewin guesses, is his family. The warrior approaches while keeping his head bowed and begins talking with Rhyfelwr. He sees several members of the family look up at him. Rhyfelwr gives a grunt at which the warrior quickly gestures him close. The warrior begins signing once more to him as he approaches the bed.

Rhyfelwr has approved you to check his wound. He has commanded that anything you need, you will have. Dewin signs in thanks. He lifts the furs to see a massive wound covered in cloths. As he removes them, the stink of decay begins to come through. Once the final cloth is removed, the skin around the edges of the stab wound has become black. He knows that they must be removed. Otherwise, Rhyfelwr will die. He asks the warrior for the sharpest, cleanest knife. The warrior turns to the table behind them and grabs a huge carving knife. As Dewin inspects it, he can see that it has been expertly cared for.

Give Rhyfelwr some leather to bite down on. I need to cut the dead flesh away. It will hurt, but it will keep him alive. The warrior nods and grabs some leather straps from Rhyfelwr's wife who handed to him. He lowers his head and begins informing Rhyfelwr of the plan. The chief says nothing but opens his mouth for the leather which the warrior gently places it between his teeth. Once Rhyfelwr has a firm bite, he nods. Dewin takes his queue and begins cutting the dead skin away amid the cries from the chief.

Once clean, Dewin sets the knife down. He turns to the warrior, once more. I need some clean rags put in a hot pot of water. When the water bubbles over, bring me the rags to dress up the wound. Take these soiled ones and burn them in a fire outside the village to make sure no one gets sick. The warrior nods and yells a few words. A couple of the women sitting in the rear of the hut stand up and head outside to assist in getting the rags together.

While Dewin was waiting for the rags, two young girls rush in and hand him a basket filled with Kingsfoil. He smiles, nodding in thanks to the girls who giggle and run back outside. He grabs a mortar and pestle from his bag and begins grinding the herbs into a paste. Once he has a handful size of paste, he walks over to Rhyfelwr and begins to gently apply it on the open wound. At first, Rhyfelwr grunts in pain but starts relaxing in relief as the herb begins to take effect.

As the last of the paste is applied, the same girls that brought the herbs came in carrying the clean rags. The warrior takes them and begins handing them, one by one, to Dewin, who began bandaging the Chief. After nearly 15 minutes, the rags have brought relief and some color back to the surrounding flesh. Dewin gently places his hands on top of the rags, in the center of the wound. She begins a silent prayer to Hecate to guide his Magic to help this person.

As a white light began glowing from his hands, the people in the hut stand in surprise. The warrior takes a step believing that this may hurt his chief, but when he notices the pain disappear from Rhyfelwr's eyes, he stands down allowing Dewin to continue. Dewin can feel his magic beginning to slowly close the wound, repairing the skin and muscle. He begins to release the magic once enough healing has been done. He wanted the body of Rhyfelwr to finish healing on its own, just wanted to give it a head start.

As the light fades from his hands, he removes them while taking a deep breath. He turns to the warrior, I have healed him as much as I could. He will need to rest for a few days and keep from tearing his wound for some time until the scar forms. Otherwise, he will be back to his usual self in time. The warrior smiles in relief, quickly signing thanks. Rhyfelwr's wife approaches the warrior and mentions something to him. The warrior turns to Dewin, She wishes to thank you for saving her husband. You have her eternal thanks. Dewin does a short bow in respect towards her who smiles in response. They hear some grunting from behind them and see Rhyfelwr awake and motioning to them.

The warrior, Rhyfelwr's wife, and Dewin approach his bedside. His wife kneels down to kiss him upon the brow, whispering words between them. Even though Dewin had yet to learn their language, he could see that it was terms of love. Once done, she steps away, allowing the warrior to take her place. Rhyfelwr begins talking with an authoritative tone that let him know that these words are coming from a chief, not just another wounded soul. The warrior turns and begins translating for him.

Thank you, healer. You have saved my life. You have my gratitude. I would like to repay you for this act. The warrior stops and barks an order to the one guarding the entrance. After several moments, a young girl around his age enters. Dewin could tell the atmosphere completely changes, every woman in the hut have looks of disgust at watching this girl, even Rhyfelwr's wife who had the strongest look of them all. This is Amarch. My bastard daughter. In our village, bastards have no rights. Her mother died in childbirth. I admit that I was weak and that I hurt my beloved. I, Rhyfelwr, hereby grant you my daughter, Amarch, as your charge for saving my life and clearing my Life Debt. Do you accept?

Dewin could tell that everyone was waiting with baited breath for his answer. He was about to refuse when he saw the look in her eyes, her purple eyes. Could it be? He felt an overwhelming urge to protect her. He knew in that moment, this girl was the one his magic deemed worthy. He could even sense her own magic reacting to his. When their eyes met, he could see the pleading in them. He turns to the warrior, I accept.

519 AD, England

One year later

Dewin woke to see his apprentice already outside, practicing her magic. He smiled, remembering the day they met. The first thing he did was change her name. She did not deserve the label they put on her. He gave her the name Anrhydeddus or Ann for short. However, something even more amazing happened just 6 months into their training.

***Flashback***

"Come on Ann! You can do it!" Dewin yelled, watching Ann try to guide this vine up a tree. She was already tiring, yet she has grown quite powerful in just the short amount of time. He knew that they would be nearly equal in terms of power. They were living on their own, in the center of the forest, away from anyone that could bother them. Dewin snapped out of his trip down memory lane when Ann dropped to her knees with the vine collapsing a few seconds later.

"I'm sorry, Dewin. I just lost the strength to push it. I know I will get this done." Ann quickly said. Dewin knew that she feared him sending her back to her father's village to be an outcast again. She also knew that she loved Dewin, deeply but couldn't bring herself to say it just yet.

Dewin stood above her, held his hand out to her to pull her up. As she reached her feet, she stumbled, knocking them both to the ground. She notices that their lips are just inches away from each other. She sees a strange emotion flicker over his eyes. Lust. She decides to throw caution to the wind and captures his lips in a kiss. Her magic begins to flare in response like it was never exhausted in the first place.

Dewin felt her kiss him, his own magic rejoicing. He loved this girl, no woman, on top of him. He wraps his arms around her, returning the kiss. A sudden wave of magic erupts from them, signaling the first Magic Bond. They had no idea that this pulse had summoned Hecate before them.

As they began going deeper into the kiss, they both heard an "Uh hum?" Dewin and Ann break off their kiss trying to catch their breath and see a lovely woman standing there with a raised eyebrow. Before Ann could tell her to go away, she felt the massive magical energy coming from her. She knew that she better not piss this person off. She was no match for her. Dewin and Ann separated and stood up.

"Thank you, love birds. Now, I hate to interrupt your first kiss, but we need to talk about your magic. More specifically the Magic Bond you two just initialised." The woman stated to the two blushing love birds in front of her.

"Not to be rude, ma'am. But who are you and what is a Magic Bond?" Dewin asked while grabbing Ann's hand.

"For your second question, a Magic Bond occurs between two magic users whose magic and souls are compatible. Non-magical humans experience it as a Soul Bond or soulmates since they don't have magic. For the rest of your lives, you are virtually married. There may be other effects to the Bond, but I am not yet sure what they are. This is because you two are the first Bonded couple." Dewin and Ann nod in understanding to what this woman is saying, still awaiting an answer to the first question.

"In response to your first question, I am Hecate, Goddess of Magic." Dewin's mouth drops. After a few seconds, he shakes his head and pulls Ann down to kneel before their goddess.

"Rise, my champions." Hecate gestures a rising motion with her hand. They both rose to their feet.

"Now, I know you have questions, but they will have to wait for another time. I do not have much time here. A goddess can't be on Earth very long. Let's just say there are rules I must follow. You two will need to remain here and continue to train your magic. I am very proud of both of you. Don't forget that you are the champions of Hecate. We will meet again." Hecate quickly stated as her form began fading. She took on a translucent shape and with a burst of light, shot up to the heavens before vanishing.

Dewin and Ann just looked at each other in awe. They both smiled, and Ann dragged Dewin to their hut for some personal acquaintance time.

1300 AD, England

781 years later

For nearly 800 years, Dewin and Ann had been inseparable. They had travelled the world, pushing the boundaries of magic and the limits of their Bond. They had several children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and so on. With magic, their bodies aged much slower than regular humans. The Bond took that one step further by halting their aging at the moment it took effect. They had learned from Hecate that, in a Bond, the males tended to gravitate to Light Magics while females tended to Dark Magics. The Bond was a way of balancing light with dark, white and black, yin and yang.

About a hundred years ago, they came across a young boy and girl, both just 8 years old, that had Bonded due to a life and death situation. These kids were clueless on what was happening to them. Dewin and Ann had no idea that the Bond could effect this kids as such as young ago. They took these two kids in and took them on as their apprentices.

Dewin trained the boy, Myrrddin or Merlin, as he became known. While Ann trained the girl, Morgana or Morgana LeFay, as she called herself later in life. Both of them grew quite accomplished in their own magics just like their Masters.

When they saw how masterful Merlin and Morgana had become with their magic, they knew it was time to let them be the masters. The four of them retreated to the place where Magic began, a castle now stood there, built by Dewin as a gift for Ann. She named the castle, Avalon.

That night, Dewin and Ann informed their successors that they would be passing on to the great adventure. The four of them spent all night, celebrating their lives together. As the sun began to rise, Dewin and Ann held each other's hands as they walked to their bed for the last time. When the sun was above the horizon, they released their final breath and joined their goddess.

Merlin and Morgana buried their bodies in a lavish crypt on Avalon's grounds. They knew the ancient magic here would protect their tombs from being raided.

1305 AD, England

5 years later

For the past five years, Merlin had to remain at Avalon, making sure all of the wards were secured and charged. Morgana, meanwhile was traversing the globe waiting for him. One day, she met an interesting woman at a nearby marketplace. She knew this woman was a magic user. They began to talk about several subjects but always talked about magic, more specifically, Dark Magics. This woman, who identified herself as Slitha, wanted to use Dark Magic to control others, sacrifices and other inhumane things. Once appalled, Morgana became seduced by Slitha's words and they began exploring the darker side of magic.

Avalon was finally recharged by Merlin's magic, meaning he could now return to his love. Over the past several months, the feelings from his love had begun to change into something darker. He knew he needed to get to her and find out what was happening. Following his magic, he used the light to instantly appear near her. What he saw instead, was sickening.

Taking shelter behind a tree at the edge of a forest, he watched as Morgana and Slitha enacted a dark ritual. One that he remembered that required the sacrifice of 100 innocent souls to increase their power base by 10%. As the souls were absorbed into the circle they had etched on the ground, he felt Morgana's power grow. However, due to the Bond, his own power began growing as well. Merlin let his anger overtake him and began marching towards the two woman as the ritual completed, the circle fading.

"What have you done, Morgana!" Merlin yelled at his beloved. She turned to him, stunned to finally see him after five years.

"Merlin? Love!" Morgana ran to captured Merlin in a tight hug but he held his hand out stopping her. She was shocked, he had never refused her before.

"No, Morgana. You have not heeded our masters warning. We can not use the darker sides of our magic without consequences. Did you forget that we swore it in front of not just them and Avalon but Hecate, herself?" Merlin informed her as Morgana froze in fear. She had forgotten that oath. Slitha was very shocked by this, she knew that all magic came from Hecate.

"Oh, no. I had forgotten that we had made that oath. What will-" Morgana worriedly began asking before a purple hue formed around her body.

"You dare break an oath made on my name, Morgana?" A feminine voice asked that seemed to emanate from everywhere.

"Hecate? I am sorry, please have mercy." Morgana quickly let out. She could not move due to this purple hue.

"Mercy!? The mercy you had on those 100 innocents you just murdered? No. As much as I want to take your life, it would not be fair to punish Merlin as well. You know the rules of the Bond. Instead, I will limit the Bond upon you until you make reparations against your Bondmate. This will be your punishment until Merlin releases it." Hecate firmly stated, shocking both Morgana and Merlin. Suddenly, the purple hue rushed into Morgana's body, nearly severing the Bond link she had with Merlin. She could no longer speak with him, sense his emotions, thoughts. She was alone. All she could tell was that he was alive. Morgana broke down crying.

"You brought this upon yourself, Morgana. You, Dark Lady Slitha. Next time we meet, we will duel to the death." Merlin stated emotionless until he addressed Slitha with hate and anger in his voice. Slitha could only nod in response. Merlin cast one more look at Morgana who rose her head, pain in his eyes. With a wave, he vanished.

1330 AD, England

25 years later

White beams of light colidated with black beams of lights on a barren battlefield, cancelling each other out. In the distance, stands Avalon with its defenses on high alert.

Merlin grunts with the amount of power he is sending across this field to his opponent. They have been fighting for so long that magical exhaustion is very close. He realizes that he is very closely matched to his opponent. He decides on a different method. He pulls a longsword from his waist while his opponent returns to her feet.

Morgana is catching her breath while trying to figure out how Merlin got that much more powerful. She realizes that even though the Bond is muted, they are still linked. This means that every time she increased her power, Merlin's also increased and vice-versa. She sees him pull a sword from his waist, the magic battle is a tie. Now he wants a sword fight. There is just one slight problem. She does not have her sword. Merlin approaches her in a relaxed walk.

Merlin, just a few feet from Morgana, closes the distance and hugs his beloved.

"Even near the end Morgana, I have never stopped loving you. I learned several years back when I defeated your old Dark Master Slitha, that in order for me to stop you from spreading death, we both need to die." Morgana never raises her arms to return the hug, she was so exhausted. Morgana is confused as her mind catches up, both die?

Merlin raises his longsword behind Morgana's back and with all of his remaining strength, thrusts it through her back and heart and into his own heart. They both gasp in pain and surprise. Morgana moves her head back to look Merlin in the eye.

"I am so sorry, Myr. I lied when I said that I didn't love you after your defeat of Slitha. I have always held you in my heart. I am ready to face my punishment for all I have done." Morgana weakly informs her Bondmate. Morgana's body goes rigid, a purple hue begins to exit her body. The feeling of the Bond returns, Merlin had released her. She could feel Merlin's pain, love, happiness, everything. They were one once more.

Merlin begins to cry in joy. He then remembers his master's final lesson.

"We don't have much time. We need to follow Dewen & Ann's final act." Merlin takes Morgana's hands into his own, his strength fading, barely able to remain standing.

"We give our memories, our teachings to the next Bonded. We are embedding them in this sword for safe keeping. When the time comes, let me find you." Merlin and Morgana say together. A trickle of magic forms at the sides of their heads and runs down to the hilt's ruby gem behind Morgana's back. The ruby shines in a red light, receiving the magic from them. As the last of the magic is transferred, the blade flashes a yellowish light.

Merlin and Morgana smile at each other and collapse to the ground. Morgana leans forward to give Merlin one last kiss as they pass into the next world together. They bodies flash away in a blue light, Avalon has moved their bodies into their own crypt, next to their masters. Yet, the sword, now lying in between their sarcophaguses, begins to glow in a golden hue. As the sword fades away into the either, the name glitters, Excalibur.

AN: 4,320 words! Note that this is just the Prologue guys. Nearly 4 times longer than my Prologue for Helix. Let me know what you guys think by leaving a review! Chapter 2 will pick-up with Harry in his sixth year.