"Why do i have to come on the patrols?" Merlin complained for the thirteenth time.
Arthur rolled his eyes but still answered the questions he had answered over a thousand times.
"Although you are the most useless servant I have ever had, you are giddy and nervous which makes you on alert and though i hate to admit it you see some things we don't." As Arthur spoke the words they tasted as bad as one of Gaius' potions.
They had been riding for three hours making Merlin grumpy.
"It's the third patrol this week! I'm sure the bandits aren't just going to pop out of hiding because you've been looking for them..."
Merlin kept talking but Arthur had looked to the left ignoring the servant, he had heard something and he needed to know what it was.
"And I can tell you don't-
"Merlin!"
Merlin looked over at the extremely annoyed Arthur.
"Yes prat?" Merlin asked.
"SHUT UP!" Arthur shouted.
There was an awkward silence due to the obvious tension rising. Suddenly out of no where A group of bandits attacked from almost every angle.
Merlin, Arthur, and the knights quickly dismounted there horses, making sure they got on better ground before they were pulled onto it. Merlin would have felt safer if Gwaine had been here, or any of the other knights he called friend. It just felt wrong without them, like he was actually in danger. The only friend he had near him was Arthur, and he didn't even admit to being Merlin's friend at all.
"Merlin!" Arthur yelled looking behind him.
Merlin ducked just in time to miss a blow to the head from a mace. Merlin held up the sword he had been given for protection, Arthur had told him he might not have been good with it but he still needed a weapon. He and the bandit that had nearly taken his head off with the mace he was currently swinging in his hand, were quite evenly matched. While the bandit was getting up Merlin gave a quick look around making sure no one was watching. Arthur was occupied fighting the last -other then the one he was fighting- bandit, and everyone else was dead. had he really been fighting that long.
"If your looking for help, no ones coming!" the short rival replied.
Merlin shook his head, which confused his opponent long enough to use his magic to send him flying into the tree several feet behind him.
Merlin walked over to the unconscious man laying lumped on the floor, he was still alive and Merlin would have left it that way had the man not known his secret now. He was about to finish the man when he found a sword protruding from his stomach. The sword was pulled out. he turned around ready to blast the attacker back, but couldn't, when he came face to face with a man he once knew. his eyes full of rage and hate. A tear fell as he stared into the cold unforgiving eyes of Arthur Pendragon.
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