Hey guys! Jelloqueen here! I adopted this story from 0.1 and im changing it up a little bit. Hope you like it!

"Why are we out on a hunting trip for the second time this month!" "Don't you have kingly duties to attend to?" Merlin complained as he and Arthur made their way through the forest. Truth be told, Merlin didn't mind hunting on this occasion. Arthur really did need time to wind down. After Mordred betrayed him his mood had be sharp with everyone. Even at Gwen, his own wife and that was something that had to be dealt with before Elyan decides to deal with the king himself.

"For you information, Merlin, Gwen gave me some time off to relax a bit. But with you along it seems I will be getting none of that." The young king replied hotly, even though he really was grateful for Merlin and his company. Some time it seemed as if Merlin was the only one he could trust. Even his own wife had betrayed him with Lancelot. Arthur signaled for merlin to stop his horse.

"Merlin get me my crossbow.' He whispered as he eased himself down from his horse. Merlin hopped down from his saddle and began rummaging through the hunting gear. "Any time in the next year would be nice!" He hissed for under his breath. Merlin eventually managed to get the crossbow. After giving Arthur the crossbow he hastily made his way over to the horses and tied them up them up to the nearest tree. Slowly, he and Arthur made their way across the forest until Arthur spotted a rather large stag. Merlin was just glad it wasn't a little fuzzy bunny. As Arthur was aiming his shot, he failed to realize a long scaly snake was only a few feet away.

The large snake had sensed power full magic in the aurora of the forest. Something so pure that it could only come from a true raw magic. This was just the thing she needed to save her once noble race. She carefully slither her way behind the two men. "The dark haired one is the sorcerer you seek," the familiar voice of her mistress called. She rose up to her full height (at least two men tall) and gave out a loud hiss.

Merlin turned around to see a gigantic snake at least the size of two grown men. It gave out a large hiss before lunging and latching on to Merlin's neck.

"ARTHUR!" Merlin cried out as the snake bit in to his neck. Arthur spun around and drew his sword. He began to slice at the creature's neck. "Enough! The curse has been set. Return!" the voice called to her again. It detached from Merlin's neck and gave out a cry of vicory before it slithered away. But the damage was done. Merlin fell to his knees and attempted to stand but fell forward unable to find any strength. Arthur ran forward to catch his falling friend. Merlin looked awful. Two deep puncture wounds oozing a green slime and a large amount of blood adorned his pale neck. Luckily, the beast had missed Merlin's jugular so he wasn't bleeding to death, but blood loss was still a major issue.

Arthur checked to make sure merlin had a pulse. He let out a relieved sigh when he felt his heart beating steadily underneath his fingertips. He picked up Merlin and tied him to his horse. After applying some salve and attempting to wrap bandages around his neck to stem the bleeding, he pulled himself up on to the saddle.

"Why do you have to be such an idiot, Merlin." He mumbled to the unconscious Merin, secretly praying his friend was going to be alright.