I was worried about Merlin. When he just ran off like that, I knew for certain that he would go and do something stupid. Naturally, I had to go after him. After I had made sure that the others could find their way out, I followed the echoing sound of Merlin's running feet splashing through the puddles of the dank tunnels. After hearing some yelling I sped up, my heart pounding in fear. As much as I hate to admit it, Merlin's my friend and I don't know what I would do if he died. Suddenly, the running stopped and was replaced by a low murmuring that transformed into voices as I neared.
"Where's Arthur?" A voice, that I realized must be my uncle Agravaine's, asked, "Now! Or I'll have to kill you."
At this my blood ran cold. Slowly looking round the corner I saw Merlin surrounded by guards. Before I could move to save him, Merlin spoke:
"Don't think so," he said, his tone making me hesitate.
"As Agravaine walked forward, I felt certain that Merlin would not make it out alive, for I was too far away to be of any help. I cursed myself for my hesitation and resolved to try to help anyway when, without warning, Agravaine and his men flew backwards with a force powerful enough to stun, if not kill, all of them. I was frozen to the spot.
"You have magic!" Agravaine stated in wonder, while I was feverishly hoping that Merlin would deny it.
"I was born with it," he replied in a voice without emotion.
"At this I slumped against the wall. My best friend, the person I trusted most, had magic. He'd been lying to me all this time. Suddenly I picked up Agravaine's voice again through my haze of disbelief.
"So it's you! You're Emrys!" he exclaimed in amazement.
"That is what the druids call me," Merlin replied in the same emotionless voice.
This new information sent me reeling. Merlin must have been in contact with druids! Did this mean that he had been conspiring against me? After all, my bumbling idiot of servant couldn't have the skills to hide this for so long, could he? A second glance at his cold emotionless face told me otherwise.
"And you've been at court, all this time,"Agravaine continued, his voice once again breaking me out my thoughts, "At Arthur's side. How you've managed to deceive him... I am impressed Merlin; perhaps we are more alike than you think."
My eyes closed in anger. Agravaine was right! Merlin had been deceiving me. Obviously Merlin had been plotting his revenge, waiting for the right moment to strike. I realized that I had to get back to the others before Merlin did, so that I could warn them of Merlin's treachery.
With this thought prevalent in my mind, I jumped up and silently sprinted away until I found everyone else about to leave the tunnels.
"We have to get out of here! Merlin's a-" I start, cut off by my treacherous manservant's arrival.
"What am I?" he questioned nervously.
"You," I said, my whole being quivering with rage and hurt, "are a sorcerer!"
Everyone else stared at me in amazement, but my eyes strayed riveted on Merlin's horrified expression.
"Arthur, I-"
"Traitor," I growl.
"No! Arthur, I didn't-" Merlin tried to say.
"I don't want to know what you did or didn't do. All I know is that you've betrayed me, and that I don't ever want to see you again," I raged.
"Arthur, please..."
"Get out of my sight," I say, hate oozing out of every word.
At this, with tears in his eyes, Merlin stumbles back into the tunnels, fear and pain evident on his face until he turns around and runs away, the echoes of his steps slowly fading away.