Hi~ I think im a bit weird... starting a new story... but i had this really good idea so yeah... enjoy~
Bandits
Chapter 1:
In a room decorated with stone statues and royal red cloths, there was a man in his 50's rubbing his temples. Grey hair was prominent on his head. The man was Uther, King Uther Pendragon, and he was troubled by the constant complaints about the Scar Bandits taking the commoner's supplies. The king tried sending men to investigate, none was able to come back… alive at least – most of them were delivered on their horses with an arrow in their spinal cord. Only one solution was left. To send the most greatest knights in all of Camelot – his son, Arthur, and his men.
o.o.o.o.o
"MERLIN!" a shout of frustration and anger rang through the castle. The voice of course belonged to the crown prince. The person Arthur was calling was his manservant; the clumsy, disrespecting manservant.
"Yes sire?" The manservant answered calmly, his eyes were half open and his brows were raised like he was mocking his master.
"You incompetent fool!" The blond prince was on his back, he was fallen over because he tripped on his own footing.
"I didn't do anything, you just tripped on your own." The manservant muttered.
Arthur furrowed his brow and made a what-the face. Their bickering continued for half an hour. The reason why Merlin was not banished from Camelot was because he was not only the prince's manservant but also his best friend.
Merlin is a special individual, he was born with magic, and he is the most powerful warlock there was and ever will be.
Their history together is too long to explain so I will just continue with the story.
o.o.o.o.o
"Arthur, I expect you to capture these bandits," Uther looked at his son. "Do not make a fool of yourself and," He paused. "Be safe."
"I will father" The prince left the throne room and went to the armory to gather his men and equipment. On the way he saw the young Dragonlord. "Merlin, are you coming? Or are you too scared?"
The warlock smirked and chuckled, "if I didn't go you wouldn't last one day." While Merlin was dressing his king, a Sir Leon came through the door.
"So Leon, Merlin says I would last a day without him, funny isn't it? I think he hurt his head and switched it around." The blond chuckled.
You wouldn't know, thought Merlin. Once Arthur was in his armor the three went out into the courtyard, 50 knights were waiting to start their quest. The prince gave them a quick motivational speech and they kicked off to protect Camelot.
o.o.o.o.o
The Knights set up camp in the middle of the forest waiting for their next order.
"Sire, we are about a village away from the Scar bandits' hinding place. They seem to live inside of a cave." Leon commented. The group was about to retire for the night, Merlin was exhausted, he was in charge of making enough food for 52 people, it was not 53 because he knew he didn't have time to eat. The servant grumbled, he was a powerful warlock saving Arthur's ass every single journey, yet he never got to have a meal.
The men laughed around a couple of burning fires, they were elated: warm fires, full bellies. However Arthur, Leon, and a couple of other high ranking Knights were planning an attack; Leon was in charge of the back, Sir Breadford was in charge of the east part of the cave, Sir Nightingale had the west, and Arthur was in charge of charging in from the opening of the cave.
They had an outline of the hiding place; however something was off, it seemed to be too convenient for a mountain hole.
"The bandits might just have been lucky." Commented Sir Breakford, his beard rustled in the wind. "They are known for having the luck of the gods."
"Or the luck of a sorcerer," Merlin popped out of nowhere. The prince became startled.
"Merlin," Arthur raised his brows. "Shut up." He then gave a playful punch.
However Sir Leon viewed the outline a bit more closely. "Arthur, Merlin might be right. Look at the patterns." Arthur leaned over to see too straight of a line on the outline, there was no way the path was natural.
"I guess Merlin can get lucky as well." Sir Nightingale chuckled.
o.o.o.o.o
Before Arthur and Merlin fell asleep, the prince spoke up. "Merlin, how did you know the bandits had a sorcerer on their side?"
Merlin froze, because I sensed a powerful magic user, "I-I don't know, I guess I'm a good guesser" The warlock replied.
"You know, sometimes I think you keep a lot of things from me." Arthur mildly scrunched up his face.
"Well Arthur, don't hurt yourself thinking." The manservant smiled.
"Shut up."
Both of them fell silent; they knew this battle was not going to be easy, there was magic on the bandit's side. But what the prince did not know was that magic was on their side as well.
o.o.o.o.o
In the early fog dominating morning, the scar bandits sneaked quietly towards Camelot's men, they were waiting for the right moment to attack them.
Merlin was already awake preparing for the day, while the other knights were asleep – even the one on watch – the warlock heard footsteps. His blue eyes began to glow; he strengthened his eyesight and began to scan for anything. The warlock gasped, they were about to be ambushed.
"BANDITS!" Merlin shouted at the top of his lungs. "Arthur! Leon Bandits!" He began running towards the startled men. "Everyone wake up!" As the knights drew their swords the Scar bandits came running towards them.
It was horrible, the knights were unprepared and the bandits were almost overpowering them. The warlock did his best to not get caught or be seen using his magic. Every five seconds Merlin's eyes glowed, branches falling, vines tripping bandits. They groups were at it for a long period of time.
Merlin looked around for Arthur, he saw a poorly dressed male about to attack him, he quickly sent a spear through the stomach with his magic. Arthur turned around and saw the man on the floor , he then turned his head at the opposite side to see who threw the spear. Instead he saw his manservant… on the floor… like an idiot.
"Merlin-" Arthur's call stopped abruptly, he was knocked out by another person, Merlin rolled his eyes and made that person fly into a tree. The manservant rushed to Arthur's side and grabbed a hold of him. Then using all his strength he pulled Arthur through the battle and into a hiding place.
Mud covered both of the males, but the warlock did not stop. Merlin's breathing was uneven, and he felt a bruise beginning to form on his jaw line.
"Ugh, I told you…" the dragonlord mumbled, "you wouldn't last one day without me." He then collapsed to the ground.
o.o.o.o.o
When Arthur woke up, he saw Merlin next to him; dark circles were underneath his eyes. Merlin? Where are we? The thought, the back of his head ached.
The blond looked around and saw that they were out in the open. Hearing a sound, Arthur reached for his sword, but it wasn't where it should be. It was at his throat. A raggedy man pointed the prince's sword at Arthur's neck. "Good morning sleeping beauty."
Arthur narrowed his eyes, he is a bandit… then more bandits began to appear all around them. Merlin however did not nudge.
"I gave your friend a warning slash, but I didn't know the power of your sword. It seems like, royal swords are sharper than a bandits."
"No." Fear struck Arthur's heart, he reached for Merlin, blood was on the manservant's handkerchief and jacket. A wound was visible near Merlin's clavicle. Fear blinded the range in his mind.
Merlin breathed and Arthur sighed, then the warlock opened his eyes and said. "Don't start celebrating, I'm not dead." The dragonlord's voice was ragged and hoarse.
Arthur exhaled once more out of relief.
"Well little girly, it looks like you are the crown prince of Camelot," The bandit with Arthur's sword chuckled. "and I think we have good use for you."
o.o.o.o.o
Merlin cringed at the pain from his shoulder wound; he was oblivious to his surroundings. The prince and his manservant were thrown into a damp cell covered in dirty straw. Arthur furrowed his brows, worried about his friend.
The cell was a part of many more, moans and grumbles of other prisoners were audible. This sound sickened the prince. Why would they need to keep so many prisoners?
A jingle was heard at the start of the hall, a plump bandit with an disgusting yellow teeth walked down the prison hallway and stopped in front of Arthur's and Merlin's cell. Following came a tall male, in his late 20's, dressed in a green robe with a staff. The male caught Arthur's eyes, he was black haired, paler than the moon and had strong features. This man isn't a bandit, he is the sorcerer. Arthur clenched his teeth.
"This is the one?" the sorcerer pointed at Arthur.
"Yes, he is the crown prince of Camelot," replied the other man.
The dark haired man studied Arthur, and then he fixed his gaze upon the lying manservant.
"Such power." The sorcerer mumbled.
"Yeah well, he is think prince you know," the clueless bandit chuckled.
"No, that person over there… he is powerful. I want to feed off of him."
Arthur eyed Merlin, then the two men on the other side of the bars, "Merlin?" he questioned. "He is as powerful as a fly." The prince became anxious, he did know what feed off of meant, but he knew it wasn't good.
"Grant, take a look closely, that scrawny little boy looks like he is going to die in less than a day." The bandit questioned. Grant glared at the other and scoffed.
"Just bring him to me." Then the sorcerer turned to exit the cell.
How was it?
yeah its a bit weird right? i hope at least one person liked it... sigh
anyway there is no romance in this fanfic and yeah if u are confused about when this is taken place look at my profile then there should be an explanation... unless i was too lazy to actually put anything on there...
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