The Tales Merlin Can Tell *BeingEditedSlow*

WHEN?!?!? - Scars.3 *Under Edit*

FYI, I changed the chapter's plot a little to if you want to re-read it by all means.

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*3rd POV*

The next morning, Arthur woke up to the smell of breakfast being made. By then all of the knights were awake, except for Gwaine. So when Lancelot finished making the meal Leon woke him up.

When Breakfast was almost over Merlin began to stir, so Leon went over to help him sit up. "Hey, feel any better?" Lancelot asked from the other side of the camp.

"Good, except for the fact that I have two holes from arrows in me I'm fine."

"Haven't lost his humor at least." Arthur said.
"I thought you hated my humor?"
"I do." Arthur agreed while nodding his head. "Don't know why you keep me around." Merlin asked rhetorically. "Because it's either you or George."

"Good point."

"Well do you want to eat or no? There is still some left." Asked Lancelot. "What did you make?" Merlin asked while trying to look onto the pot from his spot. "Some vegetable soup. I can't cook meat without burning it no matter what." Lancelot chuckled. "Yah, I'll have some." Merlin agreed.

After Merlin finished eating his breakfast they all sat in silence until Merlin broke it.

"381."

"What?" Arthur asked. "381, that is how many scars I have." Merlin said not looking up. "You kept track of how many scares you have?" Leon said.
"And how I got them. Some I don't know where they came from but I still count them." Merlin shrugged.

"Care to fill us in on some of the, bad ones? Like that burn mark for example." Lance asked. "Oh, that one?" Merlin pointed to a burn on his arm, causing Lance to walk over and point to the one he ment. "Yah, I was wondering where you got that one too. did you fall on a fire pit?" Arthur joked. Merlin sighed exasperatedly, before saying "No, I did not fall on a fire pit. Uh, I got it from... N- Nimuah." Merlin Whispered the last part. "Sorry, didn't catch that last part." Arthur said. Merlin started to fiddle with his neckerchief, before saying a bit louder.

"I-I going it from Nimuah."

This caused Arthur to laugh a bit, and Merlin in return kept a blank face. "Your serious?!" Arthur yelled. "Yes, I fought Nimuah, I defeated her mostly out of luck though."
Lance looked at Merlin, knowing what he really did.

Arthur fell back against the tree he was sitting under and exclaimed, "What?! Merlin, the lazy, clumsy servant defeated Nimuah! One of the most evil witches ever? I don't believe you! there is no way." Merlin sat up straighter, "Look, I defeated her, it's true! I'm not going to say how because not even I know how. Like I said, luck."

Dwaine looked at Merlin with a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "Ya sure, anyway, what about the whip scars? their too new to have been from Ealdor, and I know for a fact that you were not whipped in Camelot!"

"Actually, I was..."

At this Arthur almost got whip lash from looking up so fast. "WHEN?!?!?"

"Remember when you lent me to those knights? Well they like to be rough on their servants. But not all of them are from those guys, others are from... from being tor-tortured."

Lancelot looked at Merlin in shock. When have you been tortured?!" "When I get kidnapped by bandits and they want information they whip me sometimes to try and break me." "What do you mean break you?" Arthur asked.
"For information, like I said."
"Your serious?"
"Yup."
"OK, can you sum up a majority of them?"
"Ya, I have 54 from whips, 9 from axes, 27 from bandit swords, 21 from your sword Arthur, 3 from arrows, 1 from a plate, 4 from your cup again Arthur, 7 from stairs, 2 from shackles, 6 from being rammed into trees, 13 burns, 28 from knives, 62 others from Ealdor, and 144 unknown ones."
Not long after everyone started talking all at once.
"Axes?"
"Plates? Trees?"
"Arthur why do you through your cups at Merlin?"
"21 scars from my own sword? And when did you get the knife scars?"