A/N: This story was originally called The Spear of Uther Pendragon. I took it down due lack of response to it. I'm hoping that whatever edits I have made will help and make it a better reading experience.

Merlin looked down at his body. It was pinned to the wall. Which wouldn't be so bad if one of the spears wasn't sticking out of him. He looked up and watched in horror as Uther came charging at him with a gleeful smile.

"You will die a slow and painful death. You don't deserve any other kind of death. You've gotten away with your crimes for far to long," Uther stated as he draped his hand around the spear.

Uther proceeded to move the spear around, causing Merlin to scream in pain. The former king only laughed with enjoyment. It was if the young warlock's screams of agony were music to his ears.

Merlin always knew that a price would have to be paid for magic's freedom. He also knew that it will be a painful price, and right now, his body was exploding in pain. Was it time to pay the pay the price?

Arthur awoke on the floor of the throne room. He rubbed the bump on his head as he got up and grabbed the horn.

As he wandered through the corridors of the castle, he heard a blood curdling scream coming from the guards armoury. He quickly matched the scream to Merlin and broke into a run.

He reached the armoury just in time to see his best friend's barely conscious form pinned to the wall and see his father laughing like a mad man.

"Get away from him," Arthur ordered as he held up the horn.

Uther turned around with a smile on his face, "He must die from his crimes against my kingdom."

"He has committed no crime, Father," Arthur said.

"He has magic and must die," Uther insisted. "If he lives, he will destroy the kingdom I have worked so hard for."

"No," Merlin weakly squeaked.

Arthur glanced over at Merlin. He had heard what his father had said but paid it no mind. Merlin needed to be rescued right now. He could not waste time arguing with the ghost of his father. If he did, Merlin would surely die.

"You had your turn. It's my kingdom now," Arthur stated as he put the horn to his lips and blew.

As soon as his father was gone, Arthur rushed to his manservant's side and got him down as quickly as possible. He laid his body on the floor and yelled for anyone who could possibly hear him, as he put pressure on Merlin's wound.

Merlin howled on pain, before losing consciousness all together.

Right now, Arthur wasn't thinking about saving a sorcerer's life. He was thinking about saving his best friend's.

"You are not going to die, you dollophead," Arthur stated with conviction in his voice.

It took a group of guards five minutes to arrive and help. It took another thirty to get the younger man to Gaius.

One of the guards ran ahead to warn the elderly physician about his ward.

Arthur watched as Gaius set to work assessing the damage his father wrought upon Merlin.

"It looks like the spear missed all of his organs," Gaius stated as he began to gather the supplies he needed. "But with the amount of blood loss and damage Uther did, it will be a miracle if Merlin survives."

"What are his chances of living?" Arthur asked not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

Gaius started cleaning the wound, "Right now, let's just pray he makes it through the night."

And pray Arthur would do.