This is my first fan fiction story so please review and tell me what you think of it. I make no fixed promises for updates but I will try to update every week. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: To own Merlin would be the best Christmas present in the world. Sadly I do not own anything here except the story I wrote.

He knew that this was just a dream, a nightmare perhaps, but a dream. Nothing that was happening was real, but he couldn't help feeling as if it was. Then he saw her. The girl that he had loved before she had died. The girl who was cursed to kill forever more. He smiled at her and she smiled back before turning around and beginning to walk away.

No! Freya! Stay, please, stay! Merlin didn't know if he said that aloud or if it was a thought running through his head and right now he didn't care. It felt as if his heart was being torn apart again as he watched her disappear in to mist, her gentle frame slowly blending away. He tried to follow her, to bring her back, but he found that he couldn't move, his legs refused to obey his will and he could only stand there as tears rolled down his cheeks. I miss you Freya. I always will. He whispered almost to himself.

Suddenly the wind changed it's course and picked up speed until it blurred the surrounding forest. Almost as soon as it had come, it stopped and Merlin found himself watching the father he had met only a few days before he too had died. He still had a sad smile that played across his lips and shaggy, dark hair that grew down to his shoulders. You could have taught me so much. Merlin thought before his father also vanished and Merlin was powerless to stop him.

Then it was Will. Will, the friend that had excepted him for who he was. Will, the one who had promised to never tell anyone about Merlin's gift and kept that promise. Will, who had so hated the prince that Merlin was destined to protect and then saved his life.

When Merlin thought that he couldn't handle the pain of watching his friends and family that had died, Lancelot appeared. The bravest and noblest of all Arthur's knights, Merlin had been unable to stop him from sacrificing his life to stop the Dorroca.

It hurt Merlin more then he could ever imagine to have to see the people that truly knew him, knew who he was deep inside him and died. His friends, family, all dead because of him. Because of his destiny. Everything turned colder and Merlin couldn't help but shiver at the sudden change in temperature. He felt himself becoming drowsier and he sank into a dream within a dream, still haunted by the memory of his loved ones.\

I hope you liked the beginning. This will be an eventual reveal fic. Please review…