Merlin: The chance to change fate

To Kill

Morgana walked around her little hut. She grabbed a black rusty pail that was filled with cold water. She held the pail by its handle and walked over to a blonde male. Each hand was chained to the ceiling, he was passed out and was hanging there like a rag doll. Morgana smirked and dumped the water out of the pail, over the King.
"Huuuuh," was the sound he made when he woke. He gripped the chains in terror and his eyes opened up wide.
"Rise and shine Arthur."
"You," Arthur said with anger on his face, "You want to kill me? Go ahead, but just know, you will never get my crown."
"As much as I want to kill you, that will have to wait," Morgana said with fury. She started pacing back and forth slowly, just like she did in the woods. "I want you to kill someone for me, someone who I can't get near."
Arthur spat in her face, "Why would I ever kill someone for you?" He said viscously.
"You didn't let me finish," she said, "I want you to kill that servant of yours, what's his name again? Oh that's right, Merlin."
Arthur lunged forward but only could go so far till the chains jerked him back.
"Never will I ever kill Merlin." Said Arthur with exasperation.
"Now while that may be true, you can't resist the Fomorroh." Said Morgana as she picked up a mini treasure chest. She opened it in front Arthur, his eyes went wide after what he saw. Evil Snake looking creatures were hissing as they rose up to view Arthur.
Morgana ripped one off and it squirmed in her hand. As she got closer Arthur started to look like the squirming snake himself as he tried to resist her.
"Once you kill Merlin, you will come back to me and then I will kill you." She said with a smirk.
Arthur looked terrified after what she said. "Oh, don't worry my dear brother, it only hurts a little." That evil laugh of hers that she had in the woods rang again in Arthur's ears.
"No, no," he said as she got closer, once she stepped behind the frightened King, he felt her cold hands on his neck. "No-AHHH," he screamed in pain.
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Merlin opened his eyes and woke up to a clear blue sky, he could see the tops of the beautiful green trees. He started to sit up when a sharp pain hit his side. He groaned a little and laid back down, this time he just picked up his head a little to look around. He saw only one person sleeping near him, it was Gwaine, but Arthur was no where in sight.
"Gwaine!" Merlin yelled worriedly.
Gwaine sat up quickly, he squinted his eyes as the sun blinded him. "What is it Merlin?"
"Arthur's not here, I don't think he even came back last night," Merlin said shakily.
Gwaine stood up faster than he sat up. "Your right Merlin," Gwaine replied, "he never did come back."
"We have got to go look for him," said Merlin, "come on Gwaine, help me up."
Gwaine rushed over to Merlin, put his hand over Merlin's that was on his wound. Merlin put his arm around Gwaine's shoulder as he was lifted painfully off the ground. "Wait, don't pick me up." Gwaine put his hands to sides after he was about to put Merlin over his shoulder.
"Are you sure you can even walk?" Asked Gwaine nervously.
"Yeah, I can manage with a little bit of your help," said Merlin as he put his hand around Gwaine's shoulder again to help him move.
"Your bleeding more," said Gwaine worriedly, "we need to go back to Camelot first, have Gaius fix you up while I take a search party for the king."
"No," Merlin said.
"Merlin, we are going to Camelot first, if we don't, you will die." There was a moment of silence between. "We are almost there anyways." Said Gwaine.
"How far?" Asked Merlin, knowing that what Gwaine said was true.
"About two and half miles to go," said Gwaine.
"Okay," said Merlin as he started walking with Gwaine there to support him.
"I don't understand where Arthur could have gone, maybe he went back to Camelot, maybe he left you," said Gwaine.
"No," Merlin said fiercely, "Arthur would never leave me, not when I'm like this."
"Merlin, I understand that you think Arthur and you are friends, but isn't it possible that Arthur doesn't feel the same way?" Said Gwaine skeptically.
Merlin abruptly stopped in his tracks. "Arthur has never admitted to me that we are friends but that doesn't mean he doesn't think it." Said Merlin, then they started moving again.
"I know Merlin, but everyone knows that a King can't be friends with their servant." Said Gwaine, "You and I are friends, and that's okay because I'm a knight and I can be friends with whoever I want to, but it's totally different because he is a king. Maybe you guys could have been friends when he was prince but not now, not anymore."
Merlin knew the rules, but he thought that it could be different. He didn't say another word for the next mile and half, there was only one more to go.
"Ah, ahh," screeched Merlin as he held his wound and started to collapse to the ground.
"Merlin?" Said Gwaine, "Merlin!"
Gwaine saw the blood gushing out more furiously than ever. He quickly picked Merlin up from the ground and carefully put him over his shoulder. He started running as fast as he could towards Camelot.
Merlin groaned as he was practically being tossed up and down in the air from Gwaine running.
"I know Merlin, hang in there." he said.