The magical spell in this chapter was taken from the transcript of BBC Merlin. I do not own the spell the words or the work. Nor the characters.

Guinevere's sleepy eyes flickered down to look at Amhar curled up asleep against her side. She couldn't believe how turned around things had gotten for her in a matter of one day. One moment she was being chased, hunted down in the forest by Helios and sending Amhar away towards the safety of Camelot. But now she and her son were both safely behind the walls of Camelot in her former home. Helios was dead and Morgana had disappeared. Guinevere couldn't fathom how differently the past twenty four hours had turned out. However if Arthur never banished her- she swallowed the lump in her throat while feeling the emotions swell in her eyes for a moment. If she never kissed Lancelot perhaps things could have been so much more different then it was now. They could have been a family from the very beginning. "No changing the past now..." Guinevere murmured softly to herself as her hand slipped up to pull the blue cloak further around her. Her eyes then slowly fluttered closed as she began to drift off to sleep. Her son curling close against her side as they slept on.

Meanwhile Arthur grabbed the note from his bedroom door, running from the castle, his legs quickly moving at a rapid pace. His heart was pounding from his chest as he sprinted towards her home. Her house. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. He couldn't let anything bad happen to his son. He would never forgive himself for being so careless. He shouldn't have left her alone. What if he was too late? What if-

As Arthur ran he suddenly was lifted off his feet, giving a surprised yelp as he landed hard against the side of a brick building. "Gahh!" he called out while sliding down to the ground feeling slightly winded. "What- whats going on?" Arthur murmured to himself as he slowly blinked open his eyes to look as a dark figure stood over him. He sat up as he recognized her dark matted hair, the long black gown and piercing green eyes. "I- Morgana?" Arthur asked in shock as he slowly sat up while feeling a small pounding to his head. How did she get here?

"Oh dear brother. You are so easy to trap. All your focus is on the family you abandoned that you don't see the bigger picture behind my plans. I knew you wouldn't ever truly let me become Queen of Camelot. My target isn't my stupid handmaiden or your son. Such a cute little boy he is. But what's more valuable to me.. is you."

"What? What do you mean Morgana?" Arthur asked as he slowly slipped up to his knees while his eyes flickered to look up at her. But he didn't have much of a chance to do anything more as Morgana began chanting softly under her breath.

"Bedurne us! Asture us bononweard!" A suddenly strong wind began to circle the high priestess and King of Camelot as brother and sister disappeared without a trace.

The Next Morning. . .

Merlin walked quietly to the Kings chambers, a large tray of breakfast in his hands. He knew there might still be tension from Arthur but it didn't matter. His best friend Gwen was back in Camelot and Merlin knew without a shadow of a doubt both king and maiden would come together again. They needed each other as they moved forward in the next golden age of Camelot. Merlin slowly opened the door while entering the room. "Good morning you lazy- lump?" he said in a singsong voice. However he stopped walking as he noticed the stillness of the chambers. It was far too still. His eyes shifted to look at the bed, noticing it hadn't even been slept in. "How odd- where could Arthur have gone?" Merlin thought to himself.

It didn't take him but a moment to realize as a grin broke upon his face. Arthur had to be with Guinevere and his child. There was no other explanation. He didn't think they would make up that fast but he was happy for his friends. "Alright then. Back to the kitchen!" he said to himself as he turned to collect a larger breakfast for the small Pendragon family. There would be a wedding next, he was sure of it.

Meanwhile in Guinevere's home. . .

Soft blue eyes slowly flickered awake as the little boy stretched out his arms with a small yawn, shifting into his mothers side as he snuggled close against her warmth. His eyes taking in the new surroundings of the small little house he was residing in. He noticed there was a dresser with a few scattered clothes and leather boots on the floor. He frowned while slowly sitting up as he saw a fair amount of papers on the table. Amhar glanced at his mother and then over at the table again. He knew he shouldn't go snooping but because it was his first morning in Camelot he was rather eager to explore. Amhar was also eager to go seek out his father. He missed him already even though it was but the night before he saw him last. Slipping from the bed Amhar walked over to the chair, standing atop it and glanced over at the maps in wonder. "Wow!" He said softly as his hand lightly traced over the large castle that was drawn on the paper, the lower towns houses just beyond followed by the forest. He giggled softly as he looked at another map. One that was an expansion of the other kingdoms.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Amhar froze in place as he heard the light tap of the door. His face then broke into a bright grin as he hopped from the table, nearly slipping on a piece of cloth as he sprinted over and threw open the door. "Daddy!" he called out happily. His father promised he would be hear bright and early and there he- Amhar froze as a small frown appeared on his face. "Merlin? Where is daddy? Why are you here and not him?" he said giving a bit of a huff as he stomped his foot. He then swung the door closed while stomping over and slumped down on the edge of the bed. His arms crossing over his chest in a pout. Why wasn't his father there?

At the sound of the door closing Guinevere shifted awake with a small mumble. "Hmm?" she murmured while slowly fluttering her eyes open to look over and see her son walking over in a slump. "Amhar? What is it sweetheart?" she asked gently as her hand slipped up and gently tussled his hair a little.

"Merlin is at the door. I thought it was daddy. He promised bright and early." came the disappointed mumble.

"Don't worry he will be here Amhar. I know your father wouldn't forget you." Guinevere murmured as she lightly kissed his forehead and then stood up, walking over to the door as she opened it up to see Merlin standing there with what looked like a breakfast feast made for a king. "Good morning Merlin. We were not expecting you." She said softly as she stepped to the side to allow him entry.

"Good morning Gwen. I just brought the three of you breakfast. I hope you don't mind its a bit cold. The walk from the castle to here is slightly long." He said with a shrug as he set the food on the table.

"Um what are you talking about Merlin? Is Arthur joining us for breakfast?" Guinevere asked with a small frown upon her lips. Arthur didn't ask about dining with her and Amhar. She thought he would be kind enough to give them a bit of space despite the circumstances.

"Well why wouldn't he be? I mean he wasn't in his chambers this morning so I thought that-" Merlin trailed off as his eyes looked around, only spotting Amhar and Guinevere in the small house. "Wait Arthur hasn't come by this morning yet?" Merlin asked in curiosity. "That's odd, his bed hasn't been slept in. I assumed that he was here with you?"

"Daddy didn't sleep?" Amhar said with a bit of a frown as he hopped up from the bed and wandered over to the breakfast, his hand grabbing a piece of sausage and started eating it while looking up as his mother and Merlin spoke together.

"Im sure he is fine Merlin. Have you tried the roof of Camelot? He sometimes goes there when he needs to think." Guinevere suggested while sitting herself down and took a bite of toast.

"I- yeah Ill go seek him out." Merlin said with a nod of his head as he glanced around and then decided to leave the two to eat. "I'm sure he will be along." He said with a small bow as he turned and decided to walk back to the castle. He frowned a little, wondering where on earth Arthur could have went. It seemed strange for him not to show up at Guineveres bright and early. Merlin knew she and Amhar both were important to him. So why would he not show up? Or get any sleep for that matter? "Come on Merlin think..." Merlin uttered to himself as he walked towards the castle.

When moving past a small ringing sounded in Merlins ear. The young warlock froze in shock as he turned around, his eyes looking at the corner of the stone wall of the castle as he felt it again. The lingering feeling of magic. Dark magic in the air. "Odd..." he mumbled to himself as he walked closer. He froze as he laid eyes on a small piece of parchment to the ground. Moving closer Merlin picked it up as he saw the words 'They are not safe" written there. "What the bloody hell?" he asked in surprise as he held onto the note.

A sudden flash appeared in Merlins brain. A dark hooded figure chanting. The wisp of smoke. A mans scream. And then the images stopped as soon as they came. Merlin yelped, his eyes flashing gold as the parchment slowly fluttered to the ground. Merlin brought his hand up to his head, rubbing it as he tried to make sense of it. That voice, it was so familiar to him. Who was- wait. Merlins eyes widened in shock as he turned and sprinted back towards Gwens house as he burst through the door. "Arthurs missing!" he said in alarm.

Somewhere far away. . .

A man quietly walked through the forest on uneasy feet, his breath ragged as sweat continued to move down his brow. His bleary eyes looking ahead as he continued forward. Another deep breath as he nearly collapsed from the exhaustion. Zap! He jolted in alarm while standing up straighter as he felt the humming magic shock through his body, beginning at his wrist and up through the rest of his limbs, nearly bringing him down again. But he kept himself moving as the hard shackles around his wrist yanked him forward at a walking pace. His eyes looking up in an icy blue scowl upon the witch. "Where are you taking me?!" he asked for the hundredth time that night as they continued forward.

The woman on horseback gave a soft half smile, her eyes flickering to look behind her at her prisoner she so easily captured from Camelot. "That's for me to know and you to find out dear brother. Now walk." She said smugly. She was enjoying this far too much as she turned and pushed her mare forward, tugging the king of Camelot behind her. The high priestess had a plan, a simple plan that would be worth it. For all the damage, all the pain and suffering she would finally get her true revenge.

Arthur gave a small grunt as he was pulled along, having no choice in the matter at hand. He just hoped they would realize he was gone before it was too late.

So this turn of events kinda just happened... Hahahahaha! But not to fear readers, The Lost Little Boy has now turned into 'The Stolen King' and I am actually quite eager to continue this onwards and upwards with this heehee!

So what do you think Morgana's plans are for her dear brother? Will Arthur ever see his family or Camelot again? Will Amhar's parents get back together? Soooo many questions! All will be revealed. . . SOOOONNNNN!

Thanks for reading this Part 1 of this storyline. And we are heading into the next part... "The Stolen King' :)

~PendragonStark7