Immortal

Good Merlin: Pt. 1

Merlin's eyes fluttered open. Scanning the room, he noticed he was back in his chambers. How long was I out?

"Merlin!" Gaius' voice rang out in surprise. "What happened, my boy? You've been out for 2 days. The prince said they found you passed out when they woke up."

"The last thing I remember was fighting those bandits. My magic exploded and I was out. Then I, I don't know, heard a prophecy? It just came to me the more I used my magic. It was probably because of the Crystal Cave, but..." Merlin trailed off in thought, as if suddenly coming to a realization. Gaius raised his eyebrow, waiting for the warlock to continue. Slowly, Merlin's face turned into a huge grin. 

"Gaius, I'm immortal!"

Gaius' face was a mix of disbelief, humor, concern, and joy. "What are you talking about Merlin? Did you hit your head too hard?"

"No, I'm fine," Merlin continued. "I'm Emrys, right? Emrys means immortal. According to the prophecy, I can't die until my destiny is fulfilled. Gaius, do you know what this means? I don't have to worry as much about Uther finding out about my magic anymore. He can't kill me if he knows, which gives me the chance to convince Arthur that magic can be used for good. We could finally unite Albion!"

Their conversation was interrupted my the knights barreling into the room. They had heard that Merlin was awake so they came to check on him and ask him what happened. Merlin simply lied and told them part of the cave must've fallen and hit him on the head. 

Arthur came by later that day. Merlin was going to go back to work immediately, but Gaius recommended he wait until tomorrow. Merlin would have been perfectly fine resuming his duties, but he and Gaius needed time to figure out the whole 'immortality' thing. 

As soon as the prince left, they hit the books. They searched every book they could find on prophecies and immortality. After hours of research, they hadn't found anything to disprove Merlin's theory. It seemed the boy could not die. 

Life continued on as normal. Anyone would have assumed nothing changed. However, if you look close enough, you could notice Merlin using magic more and more. Gaius warned him to be careful, but the warlock rarely listened. No one had noticed so far, so what was to say they would notice now?

Weeks passed as usual. Merlin secretly saved the kingdom from psychopathic-evil-dude-of-the-week, Arthur was a prat, the knights were, well, the knights, and Uther was a dick. Gwen was still the nicest person around, especially to Morgana. Merlin still wasn't quite ready to tell Morgana about his magic. Her nightmares had actually dwindled to an all time low ever since Merlin had entered the cave. He assumed it had something to with their destines.

Merlin sat on the side of the training field, polishing armor. He was watching Arthur attempt to throw knives. Most of them hit somewhere on the target, but a few of them strayed. 

One of the stray daggers flew straight for Uther's head. 

The knife stopped directly in front of the king's face. It froze in mid air mere seconds before Uther would have been dead. Uther looked out into the crowd with a scowl, searching for the spellcaster. 

His cold grey eyes, clouded with hatred, met bright gold ones. The warlock's eyes had magic woven into every fiber of their being. To most, it would be beautiful. But to Uther, it was repulsive. 

"Sorcerer," Uther declared, rage pouring through his voice. 

Gold eyes faded to blue as guards seized Merlin. The warlock knew he was being dragged to his death, yet he still had a shit-eating grin on his face. How could one be excited for his own execution?