Another story.
I hope this is going to be good. This is set between Season 3 and Season 4.
Enjoy.
Merlin stood in a room... At least he thought it was room... A room like any other he had ever seen.
He stood in front of closed old oak wooden door with a rusty key hole and old iron handle that could use a good oil job. The floor was red and soft on Merlin's bare feet, softer than anything Merlin had ever felt. Stepping forward, Merlin saw that the room was a dark crimson red with white and black stripes going down it. Merlin looked up as he walked past two pillars with dark green ivy twisting and sneaking around them, growing and inhabiting the pillars as their own. Moving past the small pillars, he could see the room better. There was a giant fireplace with an enormous fire going, flickering and dancing like a tribal dance in hell. Above the fire place were two giant axes and they hung there in an aroma of dark noble pride, as blood blessed the ends of them both and dripped freshly, even though they had been placed their forever. Everywhere else in the room were books, dusty old tattered books piled high to the ceiling. By the fireplace, there were two big, black armchairs.
A hooded, black dressed person sat in the furthest one away with a scythe in their hand. Unsure of where he was or who the person was, Merlin looked around again and stood his ground. The person in the chair looked up from the book he or she was reading and looked at Merlin.
"Are you lost my friend?" asked a strong and deep male voice, neither young or old. Merlin turned to him and looked him up and down. Apart from the scythe in his hand, he didn't look that dangerous. Merlin tried hard to see the person's face from under the hood of the long black clock, but was unable to.
"Do you know where I am?" he asked, unsure if he could trust the man. "I-I was with my friends..." The man's head rose.
"Your friends?" he questioned surprised. He gestured to the other armchair. "Please, do sit," he said smoothly. Merlin looked at the chair and slowly walked towards it and sat down. Looking around, Merlin then laid his eyes back on the figure in the other chair.
"Where am I?" Merlin repeated the question again. The man placed his book on the floor and sighed.
"I have many names, the one I'm most known as is Death," the man, rubbing his knuckles. His skeleton knuckles that had no flesh upon them. Shaking as he breathed in deeply, Merlin realised how cold the room was even though they were right by the fire.
"Am..." Merlin swallowed hard. "Am I dead?"
"Yes Merlin you are... Do you know how you died?" Death asked curiously. Merlin frowned and focused hard. Looking away, he remembered.
"Yes," Merlin chocked and tears started to roll down his face. Sighing, Death passed him a tissue. He blew his nose and nodded his thanks. Nodding back Death leaned into the chair.
"So, what to do with you ay? Throw you into hell or kick you up to heaven," Death said.
"What?" Merlin asked and at that moment, a trap door in the corner started to rattle and shake, screams of agony burst from behind him. Gripping the chair fiercely, Merlin's gaze fell upon another door to his right that had the word 'Heaven' carved on it. Death laughed, the scythe rattling against his bony hand. Now scared, Merlin sunk into the chair. Laughing outrageously and uncontrollably, Death almost fell off his chair and became bent double.
"Don't worry about them down there with the Devil. They'll cause you no harm... Tell me the long story of how you came to die my dear friend," Death said, calming down and positioning himself for a good story. Merlin looked up and wished he had some eyes to lock with.
"You want to know Mister... What should I call you? Death? Grim Reaper? Angel of Darkness?" questioned the young Warlock, relaxing a little and feeling braver. Death opened his arms wide.
"Do I look like I have wings to you? Really, that is the most stupid name I have been given from you humans... you really are funny things," he sighed. "What do you feel comfortable calling me?" he asked, interested with what Merlin would come up with. Merlin pondered for a moment.
"Tom... Tom Scythe," Merlin said, putting an innocent name with the tool of death. Tom nodded.
"Now, how did you die?" Tom asked and Merlin smiled devilishly.
"This is a story that you'll enjoy..."
Merlin.
"The King has been poisoned! The King has been poisoned!" a servant shouted, bounding into the courtroom. The court had assembled that day to talk about how vulnerable the lower town was as it had been raided a number of times. The serving boy only had to say his news once for Arthur to jump out of his chair and run towards his father's chambers without a seconds thought. With instinct, Merlin followed like a lost innocent puppy. Giving Arthur some distance to get there first, Merlin jogged after the Prince of Camelot.
It did not take Arthur long to reach his father's chambers, a million thoughts had killed time and forced him to run at maximum speed and beyond. Bursting through the doors, Arthur made his way to the bedside. Uther Pendragon looked as pale as Merlin and sweat escaped from every inch of his body. Seeing his father as even more vulnerable than ever before, Arthur Pendragon's heart broke into a hundred pieces and then shattered into a million more.
Merlin shadowed into the room and looked at Gaius who was mixing some herbs. Arthur looked up, only just noticing Gaius. He stood up.
"Gaius what's wrong with him," Arthur asked, unable to take his eyes away from his father. Gaius flickered his eyes to Arthur and back.
"He's been poisoned by the Remotas flower," Gaius explained carefully.
"Is there an antidote?"
"Yes Sire. I need the flower that poisoned your father. However, the flower can only be found in the forest of Karlen," Gaius said in an unpleasant tone, whilst wiping sweat from Uther's head.
"And that is bad because?" Arthur asked, picking up on Gaius tone of voice.
"The forest has been barred off due to horrifying creatures that live inside it and the forest is known for making men lose their minds, turning against one another," said the old man in a cold tone. Arthur nodded grimly.
"We ride out at morning," he walked out of the room, almost bumping into the knights who were nosily outside listening. Arthur silently passed them.
"I don't like the sound of that forest," Elyan said, a little nervous.
"If Arthur wants to save his father then he will. We'd do the same for ours," Leon said. The group nodded.
"Looks like we've got to keep Arthur out of trouble," Lancelot commented. Merlin came out of the King's chambers. Gwaine slapped him on the back.
"You goin' mate?" he asked, smiling. Merlin nodded gravely.
"Well, looks like I'm going too," Gwaine said, following the group of knights that were going to pack for the next day. Merlin watched them go then looked down the other end of the corridor. Percival leaned against the wall, looking up at the sky out of a small window. Merlin silently walked up to him.
"Are you alright Percival?" Merlin asked the knight a question that should have been addressed to the Prince, but wasn't.
"A storms coming," the knight said emotionlessly. "A storms coming and its carrying an unwritten story."
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