Well, guess what you guys?
i had an idea... So here's a small part of that idea.
Review and tell me if I should continue this.
And I will, once ROTIK (Reactions of the Idiot King) is finished, an hopefully that's soon.
Merlin screamed out as Morgana dug the knife deep into the warlock's gut, the boy screaming out in pain as the door flew open. Arthur, along with Gwaine and Leon, stormed into the room where Morgana was holding Merlin captive. Merlin felt his heart shatter as he looked at his King. This was not going to end well, not at all. Morgana tore the knife from Merlin's stomach with a twisted grin, turning to the men.
"Hello there, brother." Her voice was tight and forced, her eyes conveying strong feelings of hate as they bore into the man she despised.
"Merlin-" Arthur gasped, looking at the black haired boy with concern and pain written on his face. The warlock looked into the blue eyes, regret filling the manservant's expression.
"He still needs some decorating." Morgana murmured, looking over the tied up man. Arthur's blood froze as he watched Merlin's eyes fill with such a cold-blooded hate as Morgana smiled cruelly at him.
"Go to hell Morgana." Merlin had said, his voice colder than ice, almost expressionless. Gwaine shared a stunned look with Arthur, the two looking back over at the two as Merlin screamed out in pain, Morgana's eyes flashing from gold to the normal color.
"Leave him alone!" Gwaine yelled, lunging for the witch as Leon grabbed him, holding him back.
"It will do you good, Arthur, to watch your servant die for something you did." Morgana said after Merlin's screams died down, leaving an almost lifeless man in it's wake. His head hung, his breath coming in short shallow gasps.
"What have you done to him?" Arthur asked, fury and disgust in his voice.
"Oh, Merlin?" Morgana laughed, "Care to tell him why I have gotten the chance to torture your pretty little head off?" Arthur saw Merlin tense slightly, only to relax almost instantly.
"I'm getting sick of this Morgana." Merlin spat, lifting his head as he glared at the woman.
"If you value your servant's life, Arthur, you would do as I say." Morgana said, holding the blade to Merlin's neck, "I'll kill him. Slit his throat."
"Arthur, let her." Merlin managed to say as she lifted his head up by his hair.
"What do you want?" Arthur asked, stepping up to her.
"You're life." Morgana said, "I want you dead, and only then shall I release your servant."
"Arthur, don't. I'm dead anyways-" Merlin stuttered. "Please."
"I'll do it." Arthur said, his jaw set as he looked at Merlin. He couldn't let Merlin die because of his mistake. It was his fault he dragged him along. Morgana's eyes lit up. "But, under one condition."
"What would that be?" Morgana snapped.
"If you wanted to kill me, why torture Merlin?" Arthur asked. He saw Merlin visibly pale, seeming to be going through some sort of emotion, or decision.
"He has other information I seek." Morgana said simply, sounding irritated. "He knows a sorcerer named Emrys, the one that is supposedly the reason you're still king to this day."
"He is to be your doom also." Merlin muttered, Morgana snapping her eyes to him.
"Now how do you know that?" Morgana gasped, her eyes suddenly very fearful.
"What would he know about a sorcerer?" Arthur snapped, looking slightly betrayed as Merlin closed his eyes, shame clear on his expression.
Arthur went down onto his knees as Morgana's eyes turned to gold. Morgana threw the blade at Arthur, the blade stopping right in front of his eyes as he met the warlock's golden eyes. Merlin's face held no emotion, but his eyes could have held more than enough guilt, remorse, shame and regret to last everyone's lifetimes. Betrayal stabbed Arthur, but before he could think much of it, Morgana had Merlin blasted back into the wall, the servant boy collapsing, his head having hit the wall very harshly.
"You have magic?" Morgana asked, looking at the boy who was on the floor, too weak to move. "You have magic, and I never even knew?!"
"Of course, I mean with all your hate to your family." Merlin spat out. "You were all too blind, all too easy to beat."
"You've never once beat me." Morgana snapped, "You're just a pathetic little Druid boy."
"I'm no Druid." Merlin's voice ran clear, as he tried standing, using the wall for his support. He felt dizzy as he murmured some harsh words in the old religion, his eyes flashing gold as Morgana screamed, collapsing to her knees.
Arthur saw Merlin's mouth twitch to a frown, pain and regret in his eyes as he watched the witch glare back at him before disappearing. He also saw the man's breath hitch, doubling over. His servant, the man who had just suddenly had sorcery and had enough power to scare off Morgana. That man looked up at Arthur from him knees, clutching his stomach as his knife wound seemed to register with his head and body.
"Arthur." Merlin gasped, knowing that the prince wasn't too happy. Arthur felt pain sear through him as he noticed that there was no trace of any emotion in the younger man. "Sire, I'm sorry." Merlin quickly corrected himself, unable to look into the King's eyes as he heard the man's footsteps come nearer to where he was.
"Merlin, you have magic?" Arthur's voice was full of disbelief. Merlin looked up at him, about to answer when suddenly, he passed out, his breathing labored and shallow.