Title: Servant of Magic

Warning: Spoilers from season 3.

Summary: Based after Season 3. Morgana, driven by revenge, kidnaps Merlin while he, Arthur, Gwaine, and Lancelot are out hunting, this immediately sets off a chain of reactions no one could predict. Can they all make it out alive?

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin (no matter how much I'd like to). I'm just borrowing him for a bit of non-profit fun.

Author's Note: Hi there, this is my first fanfic so please don't judge it too harshly, but I do want everyone to comment and say if you like it. If you like it tell me why, if you don't, tell me why again. Tell me anything I can do to improve. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Merlin's POV

"You ok back there Merlin?" Arthur called back from his horse in front of me.

"Great sire," I said.

Gwaine and Lancelot chuckled, both of them were also in front of me, positioned to protect the prince if need be.

We rode on for a while longer before Arthur decided it was time to set camp; by this I mean watch as I set up camp.

"Done," I said, satisfied.

I stood back to admire my handiwork: the fire was lit, the blankets rolled out ready to sleep on, and all the bags were safe.

"Good, you can go get firewood," Arthur clapped me on the back.

"He's just set up camp sire, I can go," Gwaine offered.

"Nonsense, if Merlin's here, he can go," Arthur said.

I sighed and walked away from camp.

"Collect firewood Merlin, set camp Merlin, do this Merlin, do that Merlin, the royal prat," I muttered.

Picking up a few pieces of wood I paused, convinced I'd heard something. After a few moments I continued collecting the wood, must have been an animal. Though I'd continued picking up wood, I was still of alert for any noise, which was why when I heard someone come up behind me I automatically spun around, my mouth open ready to cast a spell, magic risen inside me.

"Merlin, calm down," Lancelot said.

I breathed a sigh of relief letting my magic sink back down.

"Lancelot, what's wrong?" I asked, bending over to grab a few more sticks.

"Nothing, Arthur got worried you'd been gone so long, is everything ok?" He said.

"Yeah, though I heard a noise earlier, must have been an animal," I shrugged.

"Good, let's go then, you look to have enough wood," Lancelot eyes the pile of wood in my arms like I was going to drop it.

We continued back to camp where I dumped the wood next to the fire with no fuss. Gwaine handed me a bowl of something, I was too tired to ask so I just ate it quickly and lay down. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep…

I found myself in a black space.

"Merlin, Come to me Merlin, I'm waiting for you, please Merlin, I'm so alone," a voice echoed.

"Freya? Freya! I'm coming!" I shouted, trying desperately to move.

I woke up with a gasp.

"Are you alright Merlin?" Gwaine asked, looking up at me.

"Yeah, fine, just a bad dream," I mumbled.

Looking around, I noticed Lancelot and Arthur were already asleep, and Gwaine soon went back to sleep too.

"Freya," I whispered.

Even after all this time I still loved her, if there was any chance she was in trouble I had to help. We weren't camped too far away from the lake where I put Freya to rest. It would only take me a few moments to get there.

As quietly as I could, I got up and snuck out of the campsite. I didn't run into any problems getting to the lake, but once there I collapsed on the edge.

Too many memories crowding my head.

"Freya, why did you have to leave me?" I asked heartbrokenly.

I rested there for a while, just sat at the edge of the lake, staring at the water. Though no matter how long I stayed there, Freya was not there, she had passed on long ago, and the dream had just been a nightmare, nothing more.

With a sigh, I pulled myself up and turned around. Only to find myself surrounded by men holding swords at my throat.

How did they get there? Was I really that involved in my memories I hadn't realized a whole group of armoured men had surrounded me? Merlin, I thought to myself, you are officially the worst warlock ever.

"Any chance of you letting me go?" I asked hopefully, before someone knocked me around the head.

"I guess not," I muttered, blacking out.

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