I know that I mostly write Olicity fics but I loved watching the BBC Merlin TV Series with Colin Morgan and Bradley James in so here's my first Merlin fanfic.
Hope you enjoy reading it, and as usual please review.
Pausing to take a breath, Merlin proceeded with his daily chores set by the royal prat himself.
It was nine in the morning and in about an hour Arthur and some knights were setting off to go on patrol. Thank god he didn't have to go otherwise it would be nothing but 'clean this plate Merlin, cook that food Merlin, take care of those horses Merlin…..Merlin this Merlin that'.
He was high in the clouds when he finally got brought back to reality by someone clearing their throat quite loudly. Glancing over his shoulder, Merlin saw Arthur leaning on the stable door with his arms crossed.
"Great news Merlin, it seems we are in need of a servant for patrolling and I thought of you" Arthur stated sarcastically when he mentioned the last part of the sentence.
"Can't you take George, I'm sure he'd love to come" Merlin answered back clearly annoyed and voice soaked with sarcasm.
Looking back at Arthur, who had raised his eyebrow and gave him his you-better-come-otherwise-you'll-be-stuck-on-stable-duty-for-the-rest-of-your-life look, giving in he replied he'd love to come as sarcastically as he could, since sarcasm was his essence.
The sound of hooves drummed through Merlin's head as he trailed behind Arthur, cursing under his breath.
"We'll rest the horses here for now and have some dinner, I think we can continue tomorrow" Arthur announced to the rest of the knights when he heard stomachs rumbling, even Merlin's, which reminded him to get Merlin to go and collect firewood for the dinner.
Immediately venturing off to collect wood, Merlin plotted his revenge to Arthur for forcing him to come with them on patrol and even better, they had to stay the night as well-just brilliant, why don't someone just stab him in the back as well.
Just then a gust of wind sent a chill down Merlin's spine as he scanned the area searching for anything that could oppose a threat to him or the knights (including the prat as well). His eyes stopped as he heard the rustling of bushes and a twig suddenly snap.
His magic sent a sort of tingling sensation throughout his body.
Something was coming.
Out of the bushes came a black shadow, the size of a large horse, and it was coming towards him. All around him black shadows appeared but all smaller than the one directly in front of Merlin.
Looking for some way of escaping to race back to the knights and warn them, nothing.
There was no escaping.
His magic tingled inside him like a volcano ready to burst. Even with his power, he didn't know what would happen afterwards.
What if Arthur saw him? He would be sent away, banished from Camelot without a second thought, even worse he could be burnt at the what would he do to protect Arthur and Camelot and those he cared for?
Snapping back to reality, he had to be ready for anything that could come.
They looked like wolves, but wolves didn't possess red eyes. That meant one thing. He was surrounded by werewolves; if he was bitten it could prove fatal even for him, the mighty Emrys.
They began to enclose him within them, leaving no escape route apart from death. His only hope now was that Arthur and the knights would come along and rescue him without being bitten themselves.
It looked like the 'boss' of them was the big one standing a metre in front of him. Just then, when Merlin thought it couldn't get any worse the big black wolf bore his teeth and pierced his eyes into Merlin's soul.
He was going to die.
It seemed like an eternity before something finally happened, and it did.
The worst came true, he had been bitten.
Slowly and painfully Merlin felt himself slipping away from the world and falling out of consciousness. He could feel the warm embrace of death swarming him like a hive of bees.
Back at camp Arthur was wondering what was taking Merlin so long; it was only firewood unless he was bringing the whole damn forest with him it shouldn't be taking him this long. Finally he made the decision to go and search for Merlin. Only taking Gwaine with him, however truly irritating he was, Arthur had to admit he was one hell of a knight.
With that Gwaine and Arthur set off into the forest.
"So what do you think has happened to Merlin then?" Gwaine asked breaking the silence.
"I don't know but it shouldn't take this long to collect firewood, he's been gone for twenty minutes" Arthur stated, a hint of concern in his voice.
What if something bad had happened to Merlin and he needed help?
Nearing an open clearing up ahead, Gwaine noticed a few straggles of wood scattered around and the area.
"Sire" Gwaine exclaimed motioning towards the wood "this isn't like Merlin he usually picks up every single one not leaving any odd ones out".
Gwaine had a point this was very un-Merlin like. He must've passed through here a while ago.
All of a sudden a blood-curdling shriek sent shivers up both of the knight's spines. Drawing their swords, Arthur and Gwaine bounded through the forest towards the source of the shriek.
Both knights stopped in their tracks as they saw Merlin in a bloody heap at the foot of a giant black shadow, the next thing they knew it was gone.
Sprinting over towards him, Arthur skidded to his knees beside Merlin as Gwaine scanned the area checking it was clear before dividing all of his attention to Merlin.
Arthur went over Merlin's body searching for injuries. His eyes draped upon his neck making out almost a giant snake-like bite covering most of his neck.
Arthur snatched Merlin's scarf and used it as a bandage and he and Gwaine carefully made their way back to the campsite.
The knights made a makeshift bed, by the time they had finished patching Merlin up it was dawn. Elyan brought over the horse; carefully all the knights pitched in with helping Merlin onto Arthur's horse. Quickly but steadily, careful not to jolt Merlin causing him further injuries, they made their way back to Camelot.
Sending Leon ahead to inform Gaius; Arthur, Percival, Gwaine and Elyan carried Merlin to Gaius' chambers. Placing him on the make-shift bed Gaius used, the knights gathered round the bed.
"Can you do anything Gaius?" Arthur pleaded, clutching Merlin's arm.
Studying the wound on his neck, Gaius suddenly gasped, causing Arthur to ask what was happening to him. "He's been bitten by a werewolf and sadly there's no cure, apart from the one thing…" glancing over to Arthur standing there helplessly continued, "…to put him out of his misery".
As soon as Gaius finished speaking, the King found himself speechless.
It wasn't true, there had to be a cure.