Zico: I am making these fan fictions like there is no tomorrow lol. Well this is another crazy idea from the mind of Mel. I have another idea from her to put into writing but for now I wanted to do this one. XD
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Merlin knew Arthur would do something like this. He swallowed the last mouthful of rat meat and put his hand to his mouth to stop himself bringing it back up again. He murmured in reply, nodding half-heartedly in response.
"Well I'm glade you like it-" Merlin watched as Arthur turned his back to him walking towards the pot of piping hot stew, he knew what was coming next. "-Because there's plenty more" Arthur made his way back to the small table, pot in hand. Merlin suppressed a grin as an idea formed in his head, sure it was risky but he felt it needed to be done. The prince turned away once more to fetch the ladle and Merlin saw his chance.
He focused on the pot. "arisan" He whispered, seeing as the pot rose up into the air, hovering high above Arthurs head as he came back. The prince frowned, his eyes searching the table for the missing pot. "What did you do with the-", he was cut off as the warm stew tipped out from the vessel it was in and was poured over his head. "-stew…" He finished, he was about to say something else when the spell keeping the pot itself suspended above his head wore off, sending it crashing down onto the royal's head, effectively knocking him out.
Merlin sat there for a moment. He sighed heavily as he realized that the prince was not going to be happy when he woke up. Honestly, he was so ungrateful even when Merlin had caught that rat.
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Zico: Well that's it for another fic folks. Hoped you enjoyed it Mel since I dedicate this to you! –throws confetti-
Oh and the spell Merlin uses means 'rise' in Anglo Saxon.