SO hey guys! an update! thanks for reading the last chapter and yeah. (i forgot to tell you guys its an AU that gwaine and the others were knights while Uther was still in charge.

Nightmare

Part 2: Past

Merlin closed his eyes. He soon fell into something not even a dragon could disrupt; he was asleep.

Three weeks ago:

Merlin walked down the empty passageway just for him. He could feel the energy escaping his body with every move, he soon hit the floor and was asleep. After about two hours he woke up at the dead of night; it was cold and there was no fire to guide him. So he whispered a spell and was able to reach his room. There he collapsed.

In the morning the boy was lifeless, there were bags under his deep blue eyes and there was no color in his cheeks. "Merlin, what on earth were you doing last night? It looks as if you have been sleep deprived for five years!" It was Gaius, his right eyebrow was higher than his left. "Make sure to get some sleep later, I still want someone to take out the trash by the end of the week."

"Sure, you got it." He replied subconsciously. He sat down at the table and began eating the hot soup. The great and powerful mystical warlock finished his soup and ran out of the room to pick up Arthur's breakfast; "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late" he mumbled. He ran to the kitchen, down the hall, two steps around the corner, and five leaps to Arthur's chambers. He opened the heavy wooden doors and-

"You're late."

Merlin cursed under his breath. "Well… at least that saves me from waking him up." he murmured. "I brought food."

"I can see that you dimwit." Arthur was already out of bed, he had his night clothes off and his day clothes on. He walked to his table and waited for his manservant. "Merlin," he lifted his eyebrows, "my food."

The next few days Merlin continued to serve Arthur; however, the amount of bickering decreased and during that time, Merlin never smiled once.

During the night of the seventh day, Merlin sat up and with tears in his eyes he simply just walked out of the physician's room. Like a machine, Merlin just placed one foot after the next. He walked and walked, down to the courtyard, down to the village, down to the field, down to the forest; Merlin just walked and walked. By the time he reached consciousness he was five villages down. He opened his eyes and did not know where he was. "Oh my god. I'm going to be late with Arthur's breakfast," he mumbled. He looked around, he was surrounded by large trees and early morning fog. "What the hell am I doing here?" He questioned. Then he remembered; it was the way to the previous battle.

"Oh dear," he bit his lip; "Oh dear." The Warlock tried to remember the walk there, but he had nothing.

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"He's crying." Arthur noted. He looked at his manservant lying on the bed.

"Yes Arthur, he is." Gaius responded.

"Why is he crying?"

"That's what he's going to tell us." The elder said when he saw his ward awakening.

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Merlin tried to walk back to the castle, but when he fell asleep, he walked farther toward the warzone. He kept dreaming about Jordan, Edward, and especially Lancelot. Where was Lancelot?

o.o.o.o.o

"Arthur, why are you petting me?" Merlin asked all groggy.

Arthur pulled back his hand quickly. "You were crying." He muttered.

The manservant touched his cheeks, they were wet. He tried to remember what made him cry. "I was crying because of your horrible odor!" He teased.

"I do not have bad odor!" He ruffled his manservant's hair, but his smile wasn't carefree. The prince stepped back when the elder came with a cup of tea.

"Merlin do you remember anything from your dream?" Gaius asked with a concerned tone.

Merlin bit the inside of his cheek and lowered his gaze. "I, I can't… I don't remember much of it." He shut his eyes and rubbed his temples. "I can't."

Arthur sighed. "Then where have you been for the last two week?"

"Truthfully, I don't remember the last three weeks."

Gaius placed a hand on his ward's shoulder and patted him. "Don't think about it so much. I am sure you will find out sooner or later."

Arthur and Merlin were distant toward each other, but that distance shorted after every hour, soon they were bickering and bantering playfully as any other normal day. Merlin's friends promised to escort him whenever they had the chance. "Princess was very irritated when he didn't have mommy Merlin to take care of 'im" Gwaine explained to his best friend. That night Merlin was kidnapped to a bar by Gwaine, Percival, Leon, and the other knights (including the prince himself); they indulged themselves in mead and other cheap beverages. But unlike before, when the sky grew dark, Elyan made sure Merlin made it to his bed.

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Merlin finally reached the battle ground. There were still bodies abandoned by the enemy and forgotten armor were scattered throughout the land. Then he saw it. Merlin saw Lancelot's most valuable metal weapon… the sword Merlin and the rest of the knights gave him. Why wasn't it taken back? Even if Lancelot was dead they would have taken it back! Merlin was furious, but then he realized the possibility of his best friend's death.

He looked around and around, why the hell would Arthur allow Lancelot's body to be left behind? Uther announced that there were no casualties! Merlin kicked a helmet and let out a ear piercing roar of frustration and anger. No one was around him, he let it out, it was nothing a normal could produce… it was the roar of a dragonlord. He then used his magic to vent his anger; but instead of disrespecting those who died, he used his magic to place everybody into a grave and while he did that, he inspected every face to find Lancelot. He lost it when he saw them.

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Merlin woke up with a gasp, he was drenched. He wiped his brow and tried to calm his breathing. He remembered them. The warlock, put on his shoes and grabbed his brown jacket; he needed answers and he needed then now. He quickened his pace and reached Gwaine's chambers. He didn't care if there was a girl there, he was going to get answers no matter what. "Gwaine! Open the door!" He knocked. There was shuffling and a crash, but then the thin wooden door flung open. Merlin let himself in and his friend stood half dead.

"What are you doing here?"

Merlin looked around, the mess in the room indicated that there was no one else at his home. The warlock looked straight into his friend's eyes. "Where is Lancelot."

Gwaine let out a painful sigh. "He was… he was stripped of his title as a knight by Uther. We couldn't do anything to… give him a proper… burial."

Merlin felt weak in the knees. "Dead…"

"Yeah, he… he used magic."

"Lancelot!? Magic?" Merlin was in disbelief. He shivered, his hair was still wet from his sweat. "He… He doesn't have magic!"

"But he recruited the magic tribe before the battle even began."

That sounded familiar, the magic tribe… Merlin opened his eyes wide in fright. "He didn't do that." There was a pause. "I did."

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Yeah I hope this was good and please leave a review! sorry this took so long to update, I thought i would do it faster but I forgot I had AP testing... UGH kill me please?

but i only have four more tests to take so im good!