IMPORTANT: Just so you know this story starts in "Coming of Arthur Part 2", specifically when Merlin and Lancelot go to empty the cup, everything that has happened in the show up until that point happened that way, though I may add in my own original flashbacks. Everything after that point in the show is AU.

Merlin sliced his way through the last of the immortal warriors guarding the cup. He found it slightly strange that Morgana only had six men guarding the most essential item to her reign over Camelot, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. For once he praised her arrogance. However he didn't dwell on that for too long, the Cup of Life was only a few feet away, all he had to do was swing the sword and spill the blood and Arthur would have his kingdom back.

He raised the sword to end the spell and Morgana's reign of terror when he felt an invisible force grip him by the chest and raise him into the air, sword slipping through his fingers. He gasped in pain as he hit the sone walls forcefully sending a sharp pain through his body that left him gasping and writhing on the floor momentarily. He looked up at his attacker, Morguase.

"I have a feeling I wont be seeing you again" She sneered raising her hand, Merlin tried to raise himself up but he was still winded.

"No, you wont" Came Gaius's voice, "Oferswinge!"

Morguase was thrown back but she was on her feet soon, turing to attack Gaius. 'No!' Merlin yelled in his mind, raising his hand and letting his magic shoot forward sending Morguase sprawling through the air, her head colliding painfully with the stone pillar. Merlin stood painfully winded, his eyes met Morgana's, the self proclaimed queen had just entered the room. Her cold green eyes displayed so much emotion, hate, confusion, shock.

They broke their gazes and each ran forward, Merlin to the sword, Morgana to her sister. Merlin quickly swung the sword forward sending the blood spiraling out of the cup, splashing against the cool stone walls.

Arthur

Arthur ran through the castle his new Knights of the Round Table close behind, the immortal army had been destroyed which meant somebody had made it to the cup, he wanted to know who. They burst into the chamber and were met with a strange sight. Lancelot was sitting on the ground nursing an injured arm, Gaius was not too far from him looking haggard. What really had the attention of everybody in the room was Morgana, cradling her apparently dead sister and a fatigued Merlin standing, sword in hand a few feet from them, the overturned cup coming to a rolling halt at his feet.

"It's over Morgana" Said Merlin strongly in a voice that was not his own, no waver in his voice, his eyes piercing down on her. The servant reminded Arthur of a well trained knight looking upon a fallen opponent.

"No!" She cried looking at Merlin with a look of pure hatred. A look Arthur recognized from her of late. Ever since her return he thought he had seen it, a slightly demonic grin that passed by her lips every time something terrible happened to him or Camelot. He had seen it out of the corner of his eye, always thought it was his imagination but now. Now he saw. Merlin had known. Right from the beginning he had known where Morgana's loyalties lied. It explained it all, their cold demeanor towards one another, the fact that she never let him serve her.

All this time Merlin the servant had known and been unable to tell anybody, simply because nobody, let alone Arthur or his father, would of believed him.

"This has only just begun!" Morgana spat, "You, you have ruined so many of my plans to take this kingdom and now, you've killed my sister!"

Arthur glanced at the other gobsmacked knights beside him, peasant Merlin had been protecting Camelot from within for god knows how long with no praise. Now he just stood there, swaying ever so slightly ever few moments but never failing to look strong.

"I tried to help you in the beginning Morgana, you did this to yourself" He answered cooly.

"áglæca ádfýr!" She screamed, a demonic orange ball of fire forming in her hand, hundreds of tendrils flying forth rom it, forming the shape of snakes. Merlin gave a cry of pain as the snakes bit into him, staggering backwards.

"Merlin!" Arthur yelled running forwards but not fast enough, the tendrils became faster and thicker, wrapping around the servant until he could no longer be seen and finally constricting, Merlin cry was cut painfully short. Morgana gave a cry that was half rage half joy and turned to give the horrified knights a glare before disappearing in a stream of black wind, her sister in tow.

With its caster gone the tower of flames disintegrated, Arthur blinked in shock and horror. Where Merlin had been standing strongly only a few moments before, now there was only a half burn neckerchief.

Merlin

As the fire consumed him he knew he needed to make a choice. He was exhausted, winded, burnt and fatigued however, casting powerful magic was going to be hard but now, covered by the wall of flames was the only time. Quickly he focused all his instinctual magic into thinking about the glade where he usually called Killgarah, willing himself to be there. He felt a nauseating feeling spread throughout him, like he was being spun around very very fast. He was vaguely aware of his neckerchief being ripped from his neck. This feeling doubled when suddenly the ground was ripped out from under him and then slammed back into place a few seconds later.

The heat from the flames had gone, replaced with cool fresh evening air making Merlin gasp it in gratefully before falling to the ground. He was so tired. All he wanted to do was stay here in the cool grass and sleep but he knew he couldn't his injuries needed attending and he couldn't just lie out in the open like this, he would be found by all manner of bandits and wildlife alike.

"O drakon, e male so ftengometta tesd'hup'anankes!" He cried out in his dragon voice, the energy it took left him panting. The adrenaline from the magic was wearing off, meaning he was beginning to feel the pain from being thrown against a stone wall and bitten by fiery snakes. He rolled onto his side and groaned, his spirits rose when he heard the sound of heavy wings flapping.

"Killgarah..." He called weakly not being able to coax himself into moving. The dragon approached him cautiously, a glint of worry in his eyes.

"What happened young warlock? Was it the witch who did this to you?" He asked anger slipping through his voice ever so slightly at the second sentence.

Somehow Merlin managed to tell the story of the retaking of Camelot as briefly as he could, the dragon nodded in approval as Merlin explain how he took down Morguase and stopped the army. By the end of the story Merlin as barely conscious.

"Rest young one" The dragon soothed, "I will help heal you and stay with you tonight"

"Too close to the city..." Merlin muttered "You'll be seen..."

"I shall move you to my cave den once some of your more serious injuries are healed" Killgarah assured "Now, sleep"

Merlin needed no more instruction, his eyes slid closed without a moments thought. He sighed contently as he felt his injuries numb as Killgarah's healing magic began to take hold and with the pain gone the warlock fell into a deep sleep.

That's my first chapter :) Please review and tell me your thoughts, the more people enjoy the story the faster I will want to update.

Also if you find any mistakes or grammar issues please PM me and I shall fix them as soon as I can :)