Prologue/Teaser

There was no question about it: this was all Arthur.

Merlin, from his place on the bumpy forest floor, looked up and saw the prince, and he knew it. The sword held above the blond man's head, ready to come swinging down and slice into the helpless manservant—That was Arthur's.

There was no spell over him. Arthur's eyes were not glazed. Their blue did not sparkle with telltale red, black, or gold. Arthur was not being controlled.

He was not being tricked.

He wasn't crazy.

He was, quite simply, glaring down at Merlin, his face scrunched up into a savage expression, prepared to bring the blade down mercilessly on the dark-haired man's body.

And Arthur was doing it because he chose to.

Merlin's eyes widened as a whistling sound reached his ears and the air was split by the shiny, lethal sword, sharp side facing down.

Merlin's hands grappled at the ground. He cursed once, out loud, something he'd never say in front of his mother.

Then the sword landed, and the one-time manservant's high pitched scream echoed through the forest, shaking even the trees down to the roots.

A/N: Review if you're interested in seeing just what's going on. :)

So, yeah, this WILL be continued. But it will be a while. Partly because I'm working on another fic just now, and partly because I only have a very vague idea of what I want to happen. So just enjoy this teaser. Please to review if you want me to continue, like I said. The rest will probably be written in the same detached way. I think it's kind of interesting…

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