No, Merlin couldn't be a sorcerer! Just... no. But what if he WAS? Aredian's accusation, those random tree branches... Merlin even confessed it himself to save Gwen's father! But, why did he always say that magic was bad? And why did he never actually tell him? The thoughts cleared from his mind when he saw Merlin try to get up and whimper in pain, yet Arthur didn't move. He stayed, staring at Merlin in disbelief... then betrayal. He grabbed his sword, took his pack and ran off. Rain started to fall, then a storm.
Merlin stared off at Arthur's figure. The King grabbed his horse, pack with, and rode off, straight to Camelot. Tears brimmed in the servant's pained eyes. He thought Arthur would... understand? No, he's a Pendragon, he'll never understand! The clearing was unusually quiet, except for Merlin's ragged breathing. Almost all his willpower was gone, so he just lay there in the cold dirt, covered in a mixture of rain and blood. It was difficult to keep his eyes open, but Merlin muttered one last spell. The rain stopped falling, a shining transparent shield blocking the storm. The same silver made its way through the woods, back to the path and all the way to Camelot.
A/N: I know it's short, and that's Arthur is a complete dollophead, but it makes the story work, guys. I promise you!
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A Hunting Trip
Fanfictionset in Season 5, Arthur decides to go on a hunting trip to get his head together after all the talk of Morgana. What he doesn't realise is a hunting trip doesn't always help clear your mind, sometimes it provokes more questions... DISCLAIMER: I do n...
