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Are you afraid of me, Arthur?
Arthur stumbled to his feet, grumbling as pain shot through his left shoulder and arm. He shifted on his feet and glanced around. The courtyard was a complete mess. Bodies strewn everywhere, the person responsible- wait, where was Merlin? Did he escape? Did he run? Was he alive? Arthur shook himself from such thoughts. No, Merlin had made it, he was alive, somewhere... the idiot was probably hiding behind the well. Arthur sighed and stepped forwards. Perhaps he'd check around, just in case. He was about to move forwards when he heard footsteps from ahead of his own position. He focused his still weary eyes, "Who's there?"
A figure stood in the hanging smoke from the fires that burned with vengeance. Whomever it was said nothing, seemingly staring at Arthur.
"Who are you!" Arthur called again, taking a fighting stance, ready for what may come. Needless to say he was completely taken aback and relieved when the figure stepped out of the smoke, "Merlin!"
Merlin didn't look at him, his gaze was focused on the stone ground, "Arthur…"
Arthur lowered his sword and stepped forwards, "Are you alright? You didn't get hurt did you? Bloody idiot."
"Are you afraid of me, Arthur?" Merlin's voice was low and strange.
"Afraid?" Arthur repeated. The prince let out a laugh, "Hardly! You couldn't hurt an unarmed pig!"
"Do you tremble before me?" Merlin still did not look up.
"Merlin. Stop being stupid. You're no bigger than a-,"
"You should." Merlin cut him off, "You should be afraid. You should tremble."
"What is Gods name are you babbling about?" Arthur questioned, annoyance dripping from his voice, "Get over here and help me look for survivors."
Merlin slowly lifted his head. His gaze was cool and calculating. That was something Arthur never expected to see from his servant. With a straight face the boy continued, "You will pay for the crimes of your father."
Arthur froze, What is he on about? What crimes?
"Maybe then," Merlin continued, "Magic will be free to flourish once again."
Magic? Arthur felt his heart beating faster in his chest. He had a really bad feeling about this. He watched in horror, still - for some reason - unable to more from the spot, as Merlin's right arm and hand came up from beside him. The next thing he saw was a flash of gold and then black, pure black eyes, staring at him as he greeted the ground once again.