Merlin and Arthur-Two Sorcerers

Preparation

Merlin POV

Arthur doesn't even seem to notice what he is doing. He just stares coldly at Uther, waiting for his answer. Some people let out small gasps. Others just stare at him in horror. I have to do something. Keep him from hurting somebody.

"Arthur." I say. He turns to look at me and where I expect to see blue eyes I see golden ones. I let out a small audible gasp. He looks at me strangely.

"What?" He asks.
His palm is raised, the blue fire still burning fiercely in his hand. The other candles lighting the area have gone out, probably due to Arthur. His eyes avert to where I am looking and he freezes. His eyes fill with horror and they go from Uther to me. From me to Uther. Back and forth. He seems lost for words. There is a deafening silence. No one volunteers to speak. His hand is the only source of light.

"Guards." Uther whispers. He looks heartbroken. "Take him away."

Arthurs eyes finally settle one last time on Uther. "Father...please." His tone is pleading.

Uther's gaze hardens. "Now."

Two guards shuffle forward awkwardly, Sir Leon and someone I don't recognize. Probably new. Probably someone Arthur himself trained. The fire dies and the candles flicker back on. The knights try their best to keep from hurting Arthur, but they can't show favoritism in front of the king. Arthur is dragged off to the dungeons.
The last I see is his eyes boring into my'n and I suddenly know this is what he has been hiding. The one thing he couldn't even share with his best friend. Understandable. Now is not the time to have an argument in my head though.
I know what I must do. Arthur must not die. Left to Uther, Arthur will be dead by morning, son or not. I take the servants entrance to not draw attention to me as I leave. Gwen still hasn't moved. She is still staring where Arthur was her hand covering her mouth.
A conversation has been started again but it isn't near as light says usual. Everything seems forced. I look at Gwen one last time, shake my head, and head to my room in the physicians quarters. I pull out a book from under my bed, which has been wrapped in a leather satchel. It is a beautiful book, with red colors and intricate patterns all over it. I hastily take it and place it into my traveling satchel, for long trips. It's generally used for Arthur, but we can share. I cant look too suspicious. I pack three days worth of food with three jugs of water in case we can't find a stream somewhere.
Wherever we are going. I don't have enough time to pack clothes so I pack one thin blanket that take from my bed. I'll have to get weapons down in the armory on the way out.

"What are you doing?" I spin around and Gaius is standing there in the open doorway, a stern look on his face, as if ready to scold me.

"Gaius, you know what I am doing. You can't stop me." To my surprise he just sighs.

"I know I cannot stop you Merlin, but did you really think you'd get to leave without telling your old man goodbye?" I laugh softly and oblige in giving him a hug.

"Be careful Merlin." He whispers in my ear. "Sometimes nature in its self can be of more danger than the people here in Camelot." With that, he let's go, and cheerfully tells me to pack an extra pair of clothes.
I smile softly, knowing the worst is yet to come.