Innocence

Why does camelot even try anymore

Merlin lifted his head, half groggy he scanned his surroundings. Everything was dark, radiating a level of hate and malice. It put Merlin on edge, well mostly his magic, which was pumping within his veins. To his left a familiar black haired girl stood, stony faced.

"Morgana!" He shouted. She swiftly turned her head then ran up to the bars, trying to reach through.

"Merlin!" He moved over and grabbed her hand. The human touch tingled through his body, giving him strength.

Everything was unfamiliar, yet it sent the same chills up his spine he felt oh so long ago. He felt it in his bones, he was at the same place, yet it looked entirely different. Who has 2 sets of dungeons? Clearly drama queens. He looked over to see a second cell directly in front of him.

Gwen.

"Gwen!" He shouted and rattled the bars, she remained still, worrying Merlin to no end.

"Merlin, do not make them aware your awake. She's fine just not awake yet" Morgana squeezed his hand and he calmed down. "What's that on your neck?" He reaches over and touched his neck, his hand coming up with a gruesome red blood sticking to it. Why is blood so sticky?

Not the point. He was bleeding actively and trapped in a weird dark second dungeon that was very much overkill. Dear god when did his life get so hard.

Footsteps rattled the room around them bouncing all around in merlins oversized ears. He leaned his eye to see across the bars and came across blood stained boots. They left foot prints marking the path he once took. The stopped and scrunched down to meet merlins eyes.

Sir dallent.

"Hello Merlin" Merlin growled at him, thinking of all the wolves that have kept him safe in the darkness of night.

The night seemed only like a fond memory at this point. Would he never see the sparkling gemstones in the sky again? Would he never feel the soft misty night sway against his skin? Would he never see the dark mountains views cloud his vision? Would he never see the world again? Would his last days be in this dark clammy room?

No. He wouldn't let them be.

"Sir" he growled. Sir Dallent laughed at him, looking down at him, the ant beneath his feet.

"Still stupid as ever merlin" Merlin scowled at him. Confusion seeping into him. Was it his one rejection that led to this utter psychopath? Sir dallent smiled sickly, as if he knew inside merlins mind, exactly how he thought and what.

"No it was not your rejection, please merlin I barely knew you. What led to this? After you rejected me I ran out into woods to be alone where I was stabbed and brought to my new home. At first I resisted ill admit but then I realized I had something they wanted. Something that they desired, information. That left me with a position of power. Here I am, looking at the child before me. How does it feel-" Merlin rolled his eyes and leaned back clearly bored.

"Oh dear lord save me the evil bad guy stuff, please you don't need to tell me your entire story could you just cut to the action please I'm tired of waiting." The sir dallent sneered and snapped his fingers. Guards grabbed a hold of him and Morgana.

"What! Let her go!" He screamed and thrashed. "Let he go!" Sir dallent walked up to him smiling and lightly tapped his check.

"That would be nice wouldn't it?" He laughed and walked forward. Morgana and Merlin struggling against the annoyingly strong men holding them.

Morgause and Agrivaine sat there, laughing waiting for them.

"Oh their here! Sit down sit down!" She gestured to the seats around them, and with a jerk morgana and Merlin sat. The two men standing behind them. Morgause cut a grape in half -which was really weird and freaked Merlin out more then being kidnapped- and ate it.