Okay, so here's the deal. I got hooked on Merlin. I've been watching it so much now that I just had to write a fic for it. A Merthur one of course. SO, it took me a bit and a lot of time on the Wiki getting the spells spelled right, but I got the first part ready to go. Something I usually forget to do on most of my stories- DISCLAIMER- I don't own any of the characters in Merlin, and this story line is completely fictional from the actual course of events in the actual show. I tried to keep spoilers out, but if there are any please let me know. There is an extra character in here that you might not recognize, well that's because she is an OC of mine. Thought I'd have a little fun with this. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
"ARTHUR!" The name flew from the young warlock's lips, a loud plea for help. Arthur's head snapped around to look for the source of the shout. His heart was suddenly in his throat and he raced to the open window of his chamber. Sure enough, Merlin stood in the courtyard below the castle. Arthur's blood boiled and mixed with adrenaline when he saw the beautiful sorceress who stood behind Merlin, her hand holding him by the nape of his neck.
"Merlin." The name slipped through the young warrior prince's lips, unbidden. Merlin's eyes grew heavy with sadness. His heart sank as Arthur raced to the window. He was sure there was no stopping Arthur now, it was too late, he had seen Merlin in danger. Merlin felt the disgust and frustration with himself for dragging Arthur into this rise in him.
"Arthur, how nice to see you again." The sorceress said almost smugly. She tightened her grip on Merlin's neck, causing Merlin to shift his weight trying to get away from her. Arthur grabbed the sill of the window as he leaned out to better talk to her.
"Please do not even begin the pretense; you are not happy to see me at all. You wish me dead." The Prince spoke confidently and had an air of reserved concern about him. Merlin frowned, Arthur knew this woman? A sorceress and Arthur knew her? How?
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure of that my young lord." At her words Arthur rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh of impatience. "I do not want to hurt you this time, but your servant will serve my purposes well. If you don't want to have to hire a new one, you'll have to come and fetch him." She spoke simply, and smiled a cold smile. Arthur stood up a little straighter, never one to back down from a challenge, and looked at her as if daring her to run as fast as she could because she couldn't hide from him. Merlin steeled himself knowing that when they ran it would be his only chance to escape from her.
But she didn't run. Not yet. First she made sure that Arthur was watching and then she turned her attention to Merlin. With a wave of her pristine hand over Merlin's face and a few short incantation which Arthur couldn't catch, Merlin collapsed. He collapsed onto the cold cobblestones of the courtyard, unable to move a muscle, but still conscious. He heard Arthur say his name in shock and he heard Arthur shouting commands to his men, but from his current position on the ground, he could not see much besides feet of the men and the feet of the sorceress.
Merlin felt the panic rising up in him. He needed to get away from her, to break this spell whatever it was. But he couldn't, not with Arthur and his men staring at them. And that's what she wants, he realized with a jolt. She knew exactly who he was and his purpose, and she wanted Merlin to show Arthur it. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. And so he lay on the cold ground, waiting for her to make her move, highly uncomfortable but unable to remedy his situation.
Finally, she got that Merlin was not going to do something, and with only a distance of about three feet between them and the guard, she picked Merlin off the ground with one hand. Her other had was busy making motions and her mouth was speaking words that none but her and Merlin understood.
Bedyrene us! Astyre us thanonweard .
Merlin was hit with the realization that she was transporting them, fast too. Merlin's head got flung back as she moved her arm about in the process of casting the spell. Suddenly he had a clear view of Arthur's chambers. And he could see that Arthur was trying to get out the door to come and help his men but his father stood in his way. He could dimly hear the yelling echoing out the window and he knew deep down that Uther would not let him come, and for that he was glad. With one last flourish of her hand, the spell was complete and just as a hand closed around one of his wrists, the sorcerers exploded into dust and were gone in a matter of seconds.
Hope you liked it, it was the first Merlin fic I'd ever wrote, so I don't know if the quality is that good… Reviews are appreciated, but you don't have to. I won't keep chapters from you all if you don't review or something stupid like that. No worries there.