SORRY SORRY SORRY! I AM SO UTTERLY SORRY! My computer hates me officially. It decided wouldn't it just be wonderful to break down a screw leya7? Yes! it would! thanks for the reviews they are really helpful =) I just want say Uther isn't dead he is simply insane well more than usual, enough for Arthur to take over =). Hope you enjoy, sorry if it's so drabbley but the story will get better eventually I just need to get it started I don't really have anything particularly in mind so any ideas are welcome =).

Merlin walked into the large hall, it thrummed with soft excited whispering of the many people come to see Arthur become king. People's eyes roving the doors waiting for their future king to enter, some disapproving, others hopeful. Merlin grinned widely at Gwen as he took his place beside her and waited fidgeting with his sleeves.

He didn't have to wait long before the doors opened and the crowd fell silent, Merlin looked on proudly, as Arthur majestically strode to the front of the room and the ceremony began.

That was when Merlin began to get the odd feeling again, he felt his eye glaze over and his mind going out of focus, giving a quick shake of his head to remove the unfocusedness, he wanted to listen to the ceremony no matter how monotonous the courtier was, then it came back stronger, something was wrong it pushed down on his mind till he let it in, an image of a women who would have looked quite plain, brown hair, average height, peasant clothing, but her eyes! Completely black, no whites or any other colour she looked as though she was cast from the pits of hell itself, slowly her head turned till she was staring straight at Merlin a cruel twisted smile graced the face and she laughed manically until Merlin suddenly snapped out of it and breathed out a sigh as no one had noticed whatever little episode he had and the courtier was still drawling on he shifted slightly only realise Gwen's eyes were scrutinising him, he lock eyes with her she leant foreword

'Are you ok?'

Truth be told he was not ok. The vision or whatever it had been had shaken him, those eyes reminded him of Alice, when she had been possessed. He really didn't want to go through that again. He'd have to ask Gaius about it later.

But before he even had the chance to think of a suitable reply, the front wall of the throne room smashed to a zillion little pieces, and standing upon a hurricane now full of glass and stone was the women from his vision, her black eyes staring straight at him, as she laughed manically.

I know this chapter is short as well I will try and make them longer =) also I won't be able to update for a while because I am going on holiday any way I hoped you liked it and if you don't review that's fine because I'm such an evil poo for this being so late until next time

Leyla77 xx