When I got poll results you wanted really dark Merlin whump.

What kind of people you are?

Beta by SpaghetiMonkey, thank you :)

Note: this story is sequel to Over the edge

King Dylan looked around the courtyard. He greeted the regent, Prince Arthur. It had been years since Dylan had last seen the Prince – Arthur had been just a child. A lonely child, surrounded by court's wooers and a cold hearted father. Dylan had been hopeful, but now when he eyed Arthur he gritted his teeth. The regent was smiling lightly and there was joy in his eyes. Arthur was relaxed and casual. There was no sign that his life was anything but good. Then Dylan sensed something new and it made him sick. The castle was protected, protected by the Light Magic. Dylan had assumed that after the sister witches that Camelot would be without any protection. He had wondered why Morgause and her sister had failed in their quest to destroy Camelot. So, in Camelot, there was magic. Not much, but enough to make Dylan careful. It made Dylan to think of the prophecy. Had the time come already?

They entered the castle and took off their winter clothes. Dylan's gaze fell to the regent's servant. He was a tall, skinny, and average looking servant.

"Something wrong Merlin?" Dylan heard Arthur's whispering to the servant.

"I tell you later."

So the servant and prince were on a first name basis. Unusual.

Then Dylan felt it.

Magic.

The purest magic.

It was him, the servant. And he was a close friend of Arthur.

Suddenly Dylan reached his hand and turned the servant around just when he was about to pass the king.

Their eyes finally met.

Merlin and Dylan stared each other.

That's when he felt it.

He felt the power.

And in the deep he felt the darkness.

The king watched the servant who hurried away and almost tripped over his own feet.

Dylan smiled. Maybe it wasn't too late after all.