Merlin-Oneshots

The evil Druid: Part 2

I don't own Merlin.

~One day earlier~

Another day another patrol.

Even weeks after Morgana's betrayal and without any trace of the witch, Uther was still determined to find her. The knights had spent most of their time the past weeks searching the lands, following every hint, that could have a possible connection to her.

But the hard work lead nowhere, to the frustration of all participants. Uther was even more cruel in his persecution of the magic users and their loved-ones. Arthur secluded himself more and more from his friends, even from Merlin, trying to detach himself from every emotion.

The inhabitants of the castle and the townspeople were growing restless, fearing the madness of the king as well as his daughter.

Merlin on the other side was tormented by guilt. Guilt over the fact that he hadn't been able to stop Morgana, guilt over the fact, that he had poisoned her and guilt over the fact, that he wasn't able to help Arthur.

At this particular moment he was sitting on a horse, ridding next to Gwaine, throwing concerned looks to the leader of their group. Arthur's face showed no emotion, not even annoyance over the continues babbling of Gwaine. The prince was lost in thoughts, ignoring every attempt of his friends to start a conversation.

Merlin sighed. In a few days, when they were back in the castle, he would have to have a talk with the prince. This time Arthur's attempts to get rid of him, wouldn't work.

"You aren't even listening to me. You and Arthur, its like talking to a wall." Gwaine scowled, tipping him on the shoulder.

"I am sorry Gwaine. I just have a very bad feeling about this trip." Merlin gave him an apologetic smile.

"One of your funny feelings? Maybe we will finally find her then."

Arthur raised his hand, bevor Merlin was able to answer.

The chatter between the knights grew silent.

"It's too quit", whispered the prince, observing their surroundings.

At this moment Merlin felt a sudden pain coming from his neck region. Immediately his surrounding turned blurry, reminding him of the one time, Gwaine actually managed to drag him into the tavern.

No one of his companions had noticed his sudden chance, until he slipped from his house, falling into the grass.

"Merlin!", a voice pierced through the increasing darkness. The warlock tried to remain concussions, only perceiving snippets of the reality around him.

He saw figures approaching, heard the clanging of the fights and the mumbled calls of familiar voices. Until a huge guy, who was hiding his face with the hood of his black cloak, started chanting, causing the now sleeping knights to drop to the ground. Arthur fell directly in front of Merlin, hitting his head on a piece of wood, that was laying on the ground.

Merlin tried to reach him, but his body felt to heavy to move. Someone picked him and his friends up and tied them onto their horses, bevor dragging them deeper into the forest.

The last thing he was able to perceive, bevor his vision turned to black, was the entrance of an old castle, that looked like it wouldn't survive the next big storm and someone, that sounded vaguely like Leon, calling his name.