Merlin One-Shots

Mordred: Magic

It's easy to feel alone in a group of people. Especially when it's a group of friends who have literally fought together. I had always felt alone but seeing the way the knights joked together

Nothing I was trying would work. After all of the times I had lit a fire before, tonight had to be the one night. I glanced around to make sure that no one was watching me before mumbling a few words and lighting the fire.

"Good, you finally got the fire started. Come with me."

I jumped up to follow the youngest of the knights, hoping that he hadn't seen me using magic. We walked away from the camp towards a small stream before stopping. Mordred knelt down to fill the pot I didn't notice him carrying with water.
"I saw what you did."
My heart was beating out of my chest as I dropped my eyes to my feet. Of course someone had to see me.
"You're like me then?" he asked quietly, "You can use magic?"
I nodded slowly, bringing my eyes up to meet his. I was so worried that if someone had found out, that I wouldn't even be going home. He could easily have had me killed but he he smiled and nodded.
"I didn't mean to. I swear. It's just that the wood was damp and I couldn't get the fire to start." I mumbled, mostly to myself.
He stepped towards me and reached his hand up to his collar. Pulling his shirt down slightly, he grinned at me, showing the dark tattoo against his skin.
"I'm a druid. And if I wanted to get you killed for having magic, I could have said something sooner. Besides, I think it would be rather stupid to turn in the one that I have liked for so long." Mordred let go of his shirt and turned, walking back to the camp leaving me speechless.