A/N- This story was originally written and published by AuSsIeGiRl13! However she handed it over to Daisymall13 to write and publish because Australia was having natural disasters at the time… Daisy has requested for me to post the story on my account,so here it is… Hope you like it!
Clashing of Races
Chapter 1
Merlin sighed as he collapsed back onto his bed. As usual he had had an extremely busy day. He had cleaned Arthurs room from top to bottom, as well as the Prince's armour, clothes and sword. Merlin had then spent an hour helping to clean the stable, before helping Gaius with his work. He was just about to fall asleep when suddenly there was a loud knock at his door. The young Warlock sighed.
"Come in!" he called not bothering to rise. He listened as the door swung open and someone entered the room.
"Merlin before you go to sleep I need you to deliver this to one of my patients in the lower town. He will need to take a spoonful before he goes to bed." Gaius said as he looked at Merlin lying on the bed. Merlin groaned as he sat up.
"This is the last thing I'm doing tonight." He muttered as he put his coat on.
"Thank you, Merlin." Gaius replied as Merlin took the small jar, nodding as Gaius quickly explained where to go. Merlin nodded as he headed out of the door.
"Oh, and Merlin?" Gaius called. Merlin stuck his head back in the door. "Try not to get into any trouble." Gaius pleaded. Merlin grinned and winked at him, before closing the door.
-0-
As Merlin made his way through the streets, he never noticed a hooded figure following him closely. As he turned a corner into an empty alley, though, the figure stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Come with me now, and I promise I will not hurt you." The figure whispered in his ear. Merlin froze, before nodded slowly, deciding he should go with the figure, and let himself be guided to the town's outskirts and into a small inn, where the figure led him upstairs. Beginning to feel slightly nervous, Merlin was about to ask what he was doing when the figure gently pushed him into a room. Looking about him he saw two armchairs and a curtained off area. He watched as the figure headed behind the screen. Curious, he stepped forward to get a look at what was behind the screen. He stopped in surprise when he saw two more figures with the man, one who was clearly a lady and another man, lying on the bed. The lady turned to face the standing man and Merlin saw worry in her eyes. "Estel I fear he is not going to live for much longer." The female murmured quietly. The man, Estel nodded before motioning to Merlin. The lady smiled before standing and moving towards the young Warlock.
"Your name is Merlin, correct?" the lady asked, as she sat down in one of the armchairs, gesturing to Merlin to do the same.
Merlin nodded as he sat down across from her, still slightly nervous.
"You are a magic user, is this correct?" Merlin jumped in surprise.
"No I don't. I mean what makes you think that? I don't have magic." He stammered, watching as the lady smiled.
"Do not be afraid Merlin, we do not work for this King. We work for another King, fom a land a long distance from here. Merlin…we need your help. Please, our friend, he is dying." The Lady pleaded. Merlin stared at her for a minute.
"And how do I know I can trust you?" he asked suspiciously. The Lady smiled and pulled her hair back from her ears. Merlin gasped.
"You're an elf!"
A/N- Feedback anyone?
