Author's Note= So I know I haven't updated any of my stories lately… I'm totally stumped lately, mostly due to my annoying crush… You know that song I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace? It's the song that goes:
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
Well… That's totally mine and his song. =] 'Cept for the part where roommates are kept awake by their "screams and sighs"… If you'd look above, you'd notice I said crush NOT lover… I'm only fifteen, and contrary to many old people's beliefs, have things OTHER than sexual things on my mind… Most of the time… Okay, I was SERIOUSLY just kiddin' there… xD
ANYWAYS… While I'm totally stumped on all my writing, professional or not, I've decided to start a story that's been on my mind for a while (less than 20 minutes actually…) and won't leave me alone. So… Let's get onto the prologue, shall we? =]
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Plot: Camelot is a place where magic isn't illegal, but it isn't liked… Sorta like how homosexuals are treated by some people (which is TOTALLY wrong, by the way!). It's a place where people with magic are treated like scum beneath the "normal people's" shoes. Merlin Emrys, without a family, living on the streets, constantly being beaten half to death by people who pretend he isn't even human, and practically almost killed at every twist and turn, is such a person with magic. Arthur Pendragon, the literally famous boy whose father was one of the best actors in the country, lives with his father and half-sister Morgana, lives in a huge mansion, who's worshipped by his many friends, and is pretty used to seeing how people with magic are treated, is such a normal person. But, in a surprisingly miraculous turn of events, when his limo doesn't show up, he walks into a scene he sometimes wish he could've stopped sooner. Taking a wrong turn into an alley, he sees a circle of people surrounding a figure. Of course, he knows he should just walk away, but for some reason, he finds himself fighting back against the circle of people. And for some reason he just couldn't leave the pale, broken, magic-user in the alley to die… So Merlin unknowingly becomes Arthur's newest charity case.
As for if I make it my first ever try at Slash or leave it Friendship, I'll leave it up to you. =]
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Arthur knew it would be a bad day as soon as his limo decided not to pick him up from school. He knew it would be a bad day as soon as the sky decided to go from a beautiful sky blue to a painfully grey color. He knew it would be a bad day when Morgana got a ride with some random friend of hers and decided to ditch him. And as soon as he turned into that alley, Arthur knew the world hated him… He knew it.
As soon as he heard the jeers, words like "magic," and "you'll wish you'd never used it," and "sorcerer," Arthur knew he should've walked away, should've left nature to its cruel ways. It was, after all, 'Survival of the Fittest.' But when he caught a glimpse of the one surrounded in the middle, his own blue eyes meeting the terrified eyes of the boy they decided to take their drunken anger on, as the men had obviously had a few pints too many at the local tavern, he couldn't walk away. Because the boy in the middle was just that: a boy. A boy who looked too terrified than anyone should be. A boy who looked skinny enough to snap in half. A boy who looked broken… He was a boy who begged to be saved. And Arthur saw all of that in the few seconds they held each other's eyes. They stayed staring until a fist from one of the men came around, connecting with the boy's jaw. Arthur flinched as the boys eyes were torn away, and the boy fell to the ground. And for some reason, Arthur couldn't stop himself from tearing into the circle of boys, swinging fists in pure fury. A few of the men ran after the first few swings, and the ones that stayed didn't last long in Arthur's rage. As soon as each and every man had either run or was now on the ground groaning and crawling away, Arthur turned his attention to the whimpering boy on the ground. Once again their eyes met, the fear not quite leaving the boy's eyes.
"Please don't… No more… Please…" the boy whispered, closing his eyes and gulping. And suddenly, Arthur wished he'd have killed each and every drunken man that dared harm this kid.
Arthur stooped down, never taking his eyes off of the boy, watching him wearily, just in case he decided to bolt like a scared cat. He didn't say a word; the lump that'd formed in his throat wouldn't let him speak as it was. His weary eyes silently accessing the damage, from the arm that hung at an odd angle, to the multiple cuts that tore the flesh on his arms and cut through his shirt and jeans, crimson blood oozing slowly from them, to the already-forming bruises, a particularly horrible one forming on the boy's jaw.
Arthur hissed in fury, seeing red when the boy flinched, before gently scooping him up, frowning. The boy barely weighed anything.
"I'm Arthur." The Pendragon murmured, trying his best to be comforting.
The boy finally opened his eyes, blinking back tiredness, and looked up at Arthur, fear leaving his eyes, confusion taking its place. "Merlin…" He said slowly, his voice hoarse and weary.
Arthur nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, wondering how this boy still didn't trust him, even after Arthur pretty much just saved him. "You use magic then? Dunno why I saved you… There's just something about you. Maybe it's your ears. They're a bit large, you know? Make you look a bit more vulnerable looking. You know… Maybe it's a good thing my limo driver decided not to show up. I wouldn't've saved your ass if it did. You should consider yourself lucky, Merlin. You know?"
When Arthur didn't receive an answer, he frowned and looked down to glare at the magic-user in his arms, only to find the boy asleep. For some reason, Arthur's icy glare became a pitying look and he frowned.
"What am I going to do with you, Merlin…?" Arthur sighed, looking up from the heartbreaking sight in his arms, heading towards his house. Gauis would know what to do with him. And that was how Merlin unknowingly became Arthur's new charity case. Truthfully Merlin was his first, but he'd never admit that, the supercilious prat he was.
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Author's Note: So, quick question: Would you like this to become more of a Slash-y fic, or stay a friendship one.
Oh, and PLEASE review. It'd mean the world to me. =]