AN-Yay second fic! Umm I've been thinging of this storyline for ages, even before I first discovered the wonder of fanfiction. :) So here you go and I hope you enjoy! Be careful though, Gwaine is here... O_o
I don't own Merlin. It's fairly safe to say that I never will.
They were hunting.
Again.
Still.
As always.
Merlin had no idea why all young men except him were obsessed with shooting innocent defenceless animals. It wasn't even their cuteness that bothered him. It was the fact that it was boring. They hardly ever caught anything anyway, and if they did, it was usually only a couple of squirrels. Yes he knew they were small, fast and hard to get, but they weren't even going to be big enough for the smallest of meals. Merlin sighed.
"Awwww. Is poor wickle Merlin tired?" Gwaine jested. "We've only just begun! It's only been five hours! I heard you didn't like hunting, but I thought you were the optimist!" He laughed. Yup, drunk for sure.
Again.
Still.
As always.
" Merlin here probably doesn't like the idea of us killing his kin. You know, they're both so sweet and innocent," Arthur mocked, making kissy faces.
Merlin grimaced. The Knights laughed. Arthur looked proud. Gwaine laughed so hard he fell off his horse.
Again.
As they were used to this, they usually would have rode on, and Gwaine would have caught up soon enough. Good his horse is so patient. However the Knight in question was in the dirt making strange noises that couldn't be even vaguely classed as normal. So they went to check if he was alright.
As it turned out, he was laughing.
Again.
Still.
Drunk.
As always.
They all groaned and went on.
By the time that Gwaine had caught up(and sobered up), they had still caught nothing.
Again.
Still.
As always.
Yes, you get the point.
Of course, now Merlin wasn't the only one who was bored. Everyone was, that was, except Arthur. When his Knights began complaining about how they wanting to go back to Camelot, he simply went on and on about how humiliating it would be if they came back with no meat for the Royal Butcher and Kitchens. Which was ridiculous as when Mary the Head Cook found out that they were hunting, she told them not to take it to her as she had more than enough meat from the last hundered odd times they had been hunting! Still, Arthur was Arthur, and no matter what he was always too proud for his own good.
Probably just wants to impress Gwen.
But then Merlin noticed movement in the trees.
Good. The sooner we get something, the sooner we get to go home.
"Shhh! Look! In the tree's!" Merlin gestured to his friends to look at the young deer. They all dismounted and artfully sneaked around the prey, encircling it. Arthur nodded at the Kights and held up three fingers. Plan three.
However before the any Knights had even thought about sending the responding signal, the young doe collapsed, dead. Something stuck out of it's eye.
"Alright! Nice shot, but who did it, what happened to the plan!" Arthur didn't like to be disobeyed, let alone ignored completely. Everyone looked around, no one claimed the kill.
"Arthur..." Merlin noticed somthing. Something not quite right, he was no expert on weaponry, but he'd spent enough time in the armoury polishing... armor, to know what things were.
"That's not a bolt..." Because it wasn't.
Sticking out the eye was an arrow.
All the Knights had crossbows.
So did Arthur.
So who had shot the doe?
Merlin turned around to find Arthur and the Knights tied to a tree.
"Wha-"
All of a sudden they all became frantic, trying to tell their accomplice somthing. Merlin couldn't make it out. If he hadn't known any better, he would have thought that something was behind him...
And in less than a second, he joined them. He didn't even know what had happened.
The pieces of cloth covering his mouth smelt strange.
Funny.
The last thing he could remember was a darkly cloaked figure bending over and hissing to Arthur.
"And to answer your question, I shot it," The mysterious hooded figure stood.
Then everything went black.
Please Reveiw... I'll update soon, this is likely to be quite long