Merthur ~one-shots~

Caught (part 1/3)

(A/N- based off of the picture above :)

Merlins pov-

This can't be happening.
I tug and heave but they don't care.. What have I done?!
I just want to live my life without the fear of being killed for what I am.
A sorcerer.
And that's exactly what's happening now. I have to be punished right? Because when someone, no matter how noble or trustworthy they are, is found to be sorcerer.. You have to kill them. They are evil for what they are born with. This.. 'Gift' is a real curse sometimes. And this is the perfect example..

Right now, because of my stupid mistake to try and clean the stables with my magic, I am being dragged away.
To be burned alive.

"P-please! You have to listen to m-me! It's a mistake! I swear, I d-didn't u-use Magic! Please! Let me go!"
I begged all I could but the two guards who held tightly onto my arms wouldn't budge. They've probably done this plenty of times with all the incident people Uther has demanded to be burned. Now me. I wasn't any different.

I tried to wriggle out of their grip the whole time but to no avail, as they had a very firm and tight grip on me. Why am I even trying? I should've expected this day to come. I mean really, a sorcerer working for Uther's son in Camelot. Being under his nose the whole time.. There's no possible way to live out a full life without being discovered in those circumstances.

I try and yell for help... Not very sure why.. But everyone already knows why I'm being taken away. They're probably too busy all gathering by the wooded stake I'll be tied to and burned on.

I wonder were Arthur is.. Would he be happy to know that since I'm a sorcerer I'm being killed? Does he even know yet?..

My thoughts are interrupted by doors slamming open and the bright light of the sun shining in my eyes. I feel tears in my eyes as I see the deadly platform ahead. What have I done.

"P-please! N-no! P-please s-stop this! P-plea.." My voice dies down as I lose strength and hope to fight, only mumbling for help now.

Before I know it I'm being pushed onto the platform with force and tied up. I can't stop fighting now. "Let m-me go!" I wriggle as much as I possibly can, managing to loosen the rope and attempt to run away. Before I can even walk two steps the guards pull on the ropes that are still around me and the wooden pole, bringing me back against it and hopeless.

What have I done?! I've saved the future king countless times, that's one! And how? With my magic. I have killed so many bad creatures that threatened Camelot thanks to it and nobody knew! Now that they know I have these powers that have probably saved the whole kingdom twice over, they want to kill me for it. I did nothing but good and this is how it ends. What a sad way to die.

Once I'm secured to the wooden pole the guards walk off the platform and I'm left there to cower in fear as I wait for them to light it. I looked up to see Uther standing at his window looking at me with a blank stare. Who could be so heartless? It's revolting.

There are now people around me because of all the commotion. Most are just watching wile a few have sad looks on their faces. Mostly friends or even just acquaintances I've made wile living in Camelot. I also see Gwen in the crowd too, crying more than the rest. This is not how I planned my life to work out. Not in the slightest.

Again I wonder were Arthur is... Surely he sees all this commotion happening.. I just want to see him one last time..

Then I see it. A man waking towards me held a torch in his hand. This is happening.
He approaches the platform and where the sticks are at the bottom..
He lights it.