Merlin Oneshots

Trained to Kill

Ok, not sure how this one will turn out, but hopefully you guys like it. Happy reading!

Third POV

Arthur had never had a friend. He had servants. He had knights. He had a father. He had Morgana. But he had never had a friend. He didn't even know how to treat a friend. He was trained to kill his whole life. Trained to kill someone since he was old enough to learn. He never learned kindness. He led his first raid of a Druid camp when he was eight. He had killed a family of Druids at that raid. But, it didn't bother him, because he had never learned what was right and wrong. He thought that killing those children was what was best for his kingdom. Because he was trained to kill. 

Merlin had one friend. He had Will. And he had his mother. He had a whole village of people that hated him. He was raised to love. He wasn't ever taught to kill anything more than he needed to. He knew how to do all the things that his mother knew to do and so much more. He had been taught to show kindness. When he was eight, his mother had him go hunting before the winter started. He had gone out in the forest and had killed two deer, five rabbits, two doves and ten pheasants. He was gone for two days and came back to his mother and cleaned the food so that it was ready for winter. He knew it was the right thing to do so that he and his mother would eat enough in the winter. He had been taught right from wrong at a very young age. He protected a young girl in the village from the older children beating her. Because he had been raised to love.

When Merlin and Arthur met, it was like the planets had aligned- almost. Merlin had been cautious of Arthur at first, and he realized that he was right to do so. Since Arthur didn't know how to treat a friend, he didn't know how to treat Merlin. He didn't know why, but this dark haired boy with lots of sass had caught his eye and he wanted to get to know him. 

"Merlin! Get over here!" right now, Arthur and the knights were at training. They were using maces and Arthur wanted a moving target. Arthur thought that this was a thing that friends did. 

"No thank you sire. I have to go do something for Gaius. I told him that I would get it done today." Merlin had not promised anything to Gaius he just didn't want to be beat to a pulp. He had been used as a target before, both at Elador and with Arthur during training. 

"Gaius can wait! This will be really quick. Just need you until we move on to swords. Come on! You'll be fine!" 

"There's no way I can get out of this is there?"

"Nope! If you don't come here, you'll have to go to the stalks for two whole weeks. I promise you will be fine. Just get over here."

But Merlin wasn't ok. He had bruises all over his body and cuts everywhere. Arthur was ruthless, he had kept hitting the shield that he made Merlin lug around. He had been hit by the prince who only knew how to kill. The prince hadn't even noticed that he was being too rough on the boy. Not until the boy had fallen to the ground from the hits that were too hard for him to handle. 

---Time Skip---

Merlin was walking with Arthur to the training field. They were arguing about the upcoming hunting trip. Merlin was trying to break the shell that the prince had created. He had gotten through the wall, all he needed to do was break the shell. They were pushing each other around gently at first, until Arthur hit Merlin too hard. The boy fell to the ground. "Merlin! You bumbling fool! Get up. I didn't even hit you that hard."