Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Hall of judgment

A.N.:// EDIT (just kidding, I didn't edit shit lmao) You can find an edited version on ao3 by CallMeSundown (Yes, they have my PERMISSION, on both ao3 and here too, just to make sure.):
 https://archiveofourown.org/works/27445777

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Angrily, Arthur sliced of an especially nasty vine that stood in his way.
Mazes, honestly. What was it with sorcerers preparing mazes just to trap kings and knights and "Merlin!", Arthur heard himself shout.
"Where is my flask, I need water."

Merlin walked over to him, from where he had been talking with the knights in their camp.
"I'm sorry, Sire. It seems we're out of water."
Arthur turned around.

"You're telling me – we are going to die of dehydration here?"
Okay, he was being unfair. And exaggerating. But Arthur was tired, hungry and starving and they had been stuck in here for two whole days.
His armor was starting to feel itchy and there was no river in sight.
Not to mention the claustrophobia and the now upcoming threat of thirst. Arthur was a king, he shouldn't be panicking. But he knew from experience that there was nothing worse than an empty flask on a trip such as this.

"We won't, I promise."

"How can you promise me something like that?!", Arthur gritted his teeth.

"We are surrounded by plants. I'll find a way to get some water from them. It won't taste good, but we won't die at least."

Arthur hated this. Whenever Merlin dropped his sarcasm, they were in actual danger. So – no bickering to cool his nerves, great.

"Fine. FINE. I need a rest."

"That you do."
Arthur shot Merlin an agitated glare. Merlin knew better then to test him right now.

Anyway, Arthur went back to the camp, while Merlin did something with the plants. Arthur wasn't exactly eager to find out what it was.

When Arthur let himself sit down next to the fire, where his knights had been resting for at least an hour, he buried his face in his hands. And groaned, unnecessary loudly.

"Sire, if I may – I have heard a story about this maze.", Leon surprisingly said.
"If you want to tell me there are serkets and giant spiders roaming around at night, I know that already."
"That's not it. I heard – there was a way to get out of here without finding the end of the maze. It's just a rumor so I kind of forgot about it, but -"
Arthur sat up at that. Little hope returning to him.
"Leon, why are you only saying that now? Go on, I can't stand this damn maze anymore."

Leon crooked a small smile at that, uncomfortably with the expectation.
"Well – that's the problem. It's said that the solution is magical."

Arthur's face fell as he sighed and groaned again. "So – we need a sorcerer. Isn't it? Great, very helpful, Leon. Thank you for your genius insight."

Leon shook his head eagerly. "No, not at all. It is said you only have to shout for the Hall of Judgment. Then you need to turn left, then right, then left again, then you have to walk through the next wall that comes in front of you and then you stand in a giant hall.
Rumor says, that we can choose one person here and then his ghosts and mistakes will judge upon him. If he passes the judgment, we'd all be allowed to pass through a door that leads us outside."

Arthur looked at him strangely. "That sounds made up."

"It's worth a try though, isn't it?", Gwaine asked with a grin. He sat alone opposite the other knights. Looking at the boots that stood next to the fire to get dried, Arthur knew why.