He stood up on top of the highest tower, standing on the edge. The wind whipped around him and tears stained his face. He had to do it. He had to do it for Arthur. If he didn't, Arthur would be killed by Morgana. He had to have a reason to do it, though. Not just because Morgana told him to, that would raise suspicions. No, not because Morgana told him to. No, he had to reveal his magic. A rather strong gust of wind made him sway. He had to get Arthur here for it to work. He hated it. Normally, Merlin would find his way around the conflict, but this time he couldn't. Now, how to get Arthur here? Merlin, you idiot. The voice in his head wasn't in his own voice, but Arthur's instead. He glanced around to find the King, but he was nowhere to be seen. The phrase was just a memory. A sob escaped his throat. He couldn't hear that voice again, not after this. Merlin, you have magic! Call Arthur with your magic! His own voice called at him.
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Arthur heard the familiar voice of his manservant call his name. He looked around but couldn't find his bubbling servant. He concluded that his mind was working against him, acting as a distraction from his work.
"Arthur!" There it was again!
"Merlin?" He got up from the desk his was sitting at doing paperwork in his room. He looked around the room more thoroughly, checking behind curtains, under the bed, in his wardrobe, anywhere and everywhere, logical or not. His best friend wasn't in the least bit logical anyways.
"Arthur, you prat! Come outside!" The voice was slightly cracked as if merlin were about to burst out into tears. Confused, but determined to find the annoying idiot he called friend to get him to be quiet, he went outside. How the hell did Merlin manage to get into his thoughts? He turned down three corridors, went down two flights of stairs, knocked into at least four servants, and took a short cut through the kitchens, nicking a bun on his way and getting smacked in the buttocks by the head cook. He turned around with the bun in his mouth and a furrowed brow. "You may be king, but that doesn't mean you can take food as you please! Wait until dinner, young man!" Arthur didn't mind that the lady had acted the way she did; she did that to him and Morgana all of the time when they were little. He chuckled at the memory, not letting it ruin his good mood, and went to find Merlin, who had giggled at the scene and continued to nag at him.
"Hurry up, you slow poke!" Merlin said again.
"I'm coming!"
Arthur finally made it outside and stopped. "Now what?" He asked Merlin.
"Go to the base of the tallest tower." Now, saying that Arthur was confused would be an understatement, but he obeyed. Why am I obeying Merlin's mysterious voice? He marched to the tower, waving to his knights as he passed. He swallowed the last bit of bread. After a short walk, he arrived at the tower, waiting for Merlin to appear with someone.
"Now look up, I'm on the rooftop." Arthur did as told, and Merlin was where he said he was.
"Oh, gods." He started at a quick pace to go inside. He had to get Merlin down.
"Turn around and walk back the way you came!" Merlin sounded desperate.
"No I'm coming in!"
"Just do as I ask, please?" Arthur, his stomach slowly dropping, did as told.
"Where?" Arthur kept walking in the direction he had come from.
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Merlin was now crying. Why did it have to go this way? He watched Arthur down below. He'd miss this man so much.
"Stop there!" Arthur stopped about ten feet left of where he was originally standing. "I-I can't come down, so we-we'll have to do it like this.."
