Chapter1: Kill It
Arthur ran down the flaming streets of his kingdom. Flames and lightning streaked the area and screams wailed throughout the smoke filled air. Don't worry, this is nothing special. In fact, these types of attacks happen all the time in Camelot. What's Camelot? Well, here's a small description that will surely answer your questions and cause you to take a one way ticket out of dodge. Camelot is a vast kingdom in Albion where simple farmers harvest their crops and townsfolk sell everyday things to buy their next meal or other essential things. Seems like a happy place, right? Well, no, it's not. The only downside are the pests. These creatures are sorcerers.
"Fire!" shouted a knight not far away. Arthur watched in the corner of his eye as nets were thrown at an entire flood of sorcerers soaring through the sky with their powers. The group crashed to the ground as they were tangled in nets and Arthur had to stab his heels into the ground just to keep from being blown away by the huge gust of wind and dust.
"Go home!" People shouted at him as he ran through the streets. "This is no place for a prince, especially one that isn't trained to fight!" Arthur ignored their voices. He didn't care if he wasn't trained. He wanted to prove himself to his father. Being the son of the king and Albion's greatest sorcerer killer always made it difficult trying to get out of the man's shadow, but this time it's different. Tonight Arthur was going to kill his first sorcerer and bring his father its head.
After running to the edge of Camelot's walls, Arthur readied the net cannon with an iron net designed to drain a sorcerer's power. He aimed it towards the sky, staring into the black abyss. There was nothing but dark clouds. A frown slowly made its way across the princes' face.
"Come on. Give me something to shoot at," he pleaded to the gods. Just then, he saw it. A flash of black against the sky. Golden eyes could be seen through the dark and Arthur was almost too stunned by the sight of them to fire, but he collected himself, pulling the lever before the sorcerer could get any closer. A sharp cry pierced the silence and the sorcerer fell down towards the earth, smashing into the forest just down the path. A shriek of excitement left Arthur's lips and he jumped in delight. He hit it! He killed his first…wait, he still had to get the monster's head! Arthur's eyes trailed down to the smoking trees just down the very long path and groaned. He should have brought a servant.
"It definitely touched down somewhere around here," Arthur said to himself as he glanced around the broken branches and crushed plants of the forest. He continued following the trail that had been left, stopping as he saw traces of blood leading to a small clearing. Arthur peaked over a bush, gasping at the sight before him. A boy with raven black curls lay in the crater surrounding him. He wore a torn blue shirt and tattered cloak. Arthur hooted out a laugh, scampering to the sorcerer's side with his sword in hand. "Take that, scum!" he shouted, kicking the creature in its side. A groan left the sorcerers mouth then and Arthur jumped back. It was still alive?! Arthur glanced upward. How could he have survived such a fall? The young prince let his eyes skim over the injured warlock yet again, but this time he took in every inch of the monster. His skin was decorated by the burns from the magic repelling metal of the net. Arthur's eyes trailed back up to the sorcerer's face again to see blue eyes staring up at him. Guilt and fear swirled in his stomach. "No, you can do this. Kill it," Arthur told himself. His fingers pulled out his knife and he held it over the sorcerer's heart. The sorcerer didn't struggle. He only closed his eyes and let a soft whimper leave his lips. Arthur tightened his grip on the hilt, breathing heavily. "I can do this!" Arthur tried to pep talk himself, heart pounding harder in his chest. Then he did something that he regretted. He let his eyes fall back down to the bleeding boy quivering bellow him. His heart tightened once again and this time he fell to his knees, letting the knife clatter to the ground. The sorcerer opened his eyes, fear and confusion evident in the swirls of blue. Arthur held his head in a hand as he stared into them. The two sat like that for a little longer before Arthur lifted his knife again, coming at the sorcerer. A gasp left the warlock's mouth, but it soon died when Arthur freed him of the net. The young prince watched as the sorcerer pulled as far as he could from him, but that wasn't too far since he looked like he could pass out at any second. Arthur got up to his feet, turning his back on the sorcerer, only glancing back once to say, "I couldn't do it," before disappearing through the forest.
Did you miss me? Yep, I'm back with a new Merlin fic at last. Hope you guys enjoy. Let me know what ya think!
Merlin and How to Train Your Dragon are not mine.
