A/N- Hey guys, Fletch here. So this is a little story that popped into my head during a maths class, and I decided to further it a little bit. I'm sorry if the characters become a little OOC, please let me know if they do.
And remember, reviews make Merlin squirm :D
Chapter One – Merlin
"Merlin! Where's my breakfast?!" The young prince's voice echoed around the plush, luxurious chamber. Arthur's manservant, Merlin was asleep on the cold wooden bench in one of the castle's many hidden crevices. "Merlin?" continued Arthur. The young warlock stirred ever so slightly. "MERLIN!?" This time, the powerful voice of Camelot's future king reverberated around the closest part of the castle. Merlin woke, startled by the sound, and fell on the hard stone floor.
"Ow." Came after the loud thud of bodily contact. "Right here, Arthu- I mean Sire!" Merlin yelled, hoping with all his might that Arthur would not punish him. He was, after all, recovering from a battle with a deadly Griffin just the day before. Of course, Merlin had done most of the protecting, Arthur just sort of... waved a sword around. But it was always nice to let Arthur think he'd done it all by himself.
Merlin entered the chambers sheepishly. "I'm really sorry, Sire. It won't happen again." he said warily. "You know, Merlin," Replied Arthur, dragging out the 'M', "You never cease to amaze me on how you're always late." "It's a talent. Years of practice." retorted the warlock.
"Back to the subject on hand, WHERE IS MY BREAKFAST?!"
"Yes sire, right away."
If Merlin wasn't hurting from yesterday, he would be by midnight tonight.
Right, I know it's REALLY short, but I promise that the rest will be longer. This is just to give you a little snippet of what's to come.
Fletch x