The Forgotton Mind Of A Warlock

Chapter One - He Knows ?

I know it's been a while, but he is the first chapter of my second story.

Surely Arthur can do a day without his servant. He is the bloody prince of Camelot after all. For Merlin, everyday felt like a spinning wheel. Going round round, same thing, everyday. Wake the prince, be called an idiot, get hit with something and always be by his side, saving his royal ass. Any thanks ? No.
But today was different.

Hunting trips. Oh, what fun! Really ? Seriously, how can Prince Prat find it fun when its cruel.

"You're still angry with me aren't you?" Merlin asked with curiosity.

Arthur sighed.

They were on horse back, riding back to Camelot after a few hours of hunting. The prince was not only annoyed, but amazed how he could only catch one rabbit.

"We spend hours hunting, catch nothing but on animal, because everytime we get anywhere near anything, you somehow manage to frighten it away"

"Not the last time."

"No. That day I did catch something. A COLD! After you and your clumsiness pushed me into a stream!"

Merlin scoffed "I hardly think that was ALL my falut, seeing as you dared me to walk with bare feet all day."

Guilt suddenly came over Arthur "I guess we did get a bit carried away with our dares."

Merlin smiled "I'm just glad we called a truce before it was was my turn."

"Why?"

"I was gonna dare you to walk around Camelot naked for two days."

Arthur laughed along with Merlin.

The prince and servant's relationship was special. Arthur didn't see Merlin as one of Camelot's staff but as a loyal, brave and true friend. If anything happened to him, Arthur would hold himself entirely responsible. It wouldn't only hurt him, but break as well.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a rustle. He raised a hand to sugnal a stop.

"What is it?"

"I thought I heard something"

Arthur's head snapped right when he heard the snap of twig.

Merlin felt a sudden pain in his chest making him gasp.

Arthur turned to him and found his servant, no, friend clutching his chest, looking round scared and worried "Merlin?"

The warlock looked at him.

"You alright, mate?"

He shook his head "I feel something." His breathing changed quickly to laboured "Merlin?"

He fell off his horse and landed with a sickening crack.

"MERLIN!" Arthur yelled.

He jumped off his, but before he could run to him, he heard a sickly laugh behind him. He quickly turned round, sword drawn. In front of him stood a black cloaked hooded figure.

"Why do you keep such a useless being?" The figure asked.

Arthur felt anger rise in him as his grip tightened on his sword "His name is Merlin. He has my absolute trust and loyality."

The figure raised his head , but kept the hood up "That wasn't the answer I was looking for."

Arthur pointed his sword the figure's neck "Who are you?"

"Someone who you know, but don't want to know." His voice. Too familiar.

With that, he disappeared.

"Arthur."

His voice made the prince turn round. "Let him go!"

The figure reappeared now holding a pale and shaking Merlin with a dagger pressing against his throat with one hand whilst his arm was wrapped round his waist, keeping him in place.

"Aw. Big man make little princeling mad. Ha! Tell me, Prince Arthur, how can a useless servant save your royal backside on countless occasions? How can he get you out of a sticky situation, when your knights have failed? Little Merlin here has been keeping a secret from you, ever since he set foot in Camelot."

"No, please don't" Merlin whispered.

"SILENCE!" The man yelled, pressing the blade more into the skin "Go on , Merly. Tell your prince."

Merlin shook his head as tears fell down his cheeks.

"Go on Merlin. You can tell me."

"I...can't." he whimpered "I...I just can't" He bowed his head in embarassment.

"Such a shame. Looks like we'll have to BEAT the truth out of you." he sneeared in his ear.

Merlin's head snapped up and he started to struggle out of his grip, but it was too tight.

"Say goodbye, Merly."

"Arth-" Before Merlin could finish, a tornado of wind began to surround the man and the warlock.

Arthur moved too late as they vanished. He stared at the spot where his friend was as it started to rain.

He angrily threw his sword in the wet mud, then fell to his knees. He brought his hands up to his face, then started to cry.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen." Arthur rose his head and lowered his hands at the sound of that voice. Another familiar sound, but different. A woman instead of a man.

"Behold. The Once and Future King, on his knees, crying...for a servant. Pathetic."

"Morgana."he growled.

"Have you missed me, dear brother?" Arthur could tell by her tone she was smiling.

"Why don't you come out and face me?" he challenged her as he slowly stood.

"I'm not with you. I'm a long way a way."

Arthur asked the obvious question "Are you behind Merlin's disappearance?"

There was a clapping sound and a giggle "Well one, brother. He's here, but...I'm afaid hes a little tied up at the moment."

"If you've hurt him or even made him bleed or yell out in pain..." he threatened.

"Don't worry. Hes safe...for now."

"What are you gonna do to him?" he asked, his hands trembling with fear and anger.

"Thats not important. You have nine days to come and claim him."

"Hes not a prize, Morgana."

"Nine days. That should be enough time for him tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Lets just say, when you do find him, he will be in either two positions: 1-The sane mind of a human, or 2-The forgotton mind of a warlock. Let the countdown begin."

There was a flash of lightning and a rumble of thunder. He felt a burn on his arm. Looking down he found writing engraved on his skin.

"216 hours." Nine days.

"Oh, Merlin. Why didn't I tell you sooner that I know you have magic?" he asked himself.

Poor Merlin.
Poor Arthur.

Anyway, I hoped you like it.
Chapter Two up soon :)