"Help..."
Merlin paused at the small and frail sounding voice that invaded his mind. He made his way outside to the courtyard with hard and searching eyes, but couldn't find the source of the voice.
"Please..."
Merlin's eyes finally fell upon the boy in the green cloak. He was was leaning against the fountain, apparently hiding. From what, Merlin did not know.
"Help me..."
The boy once again pleaded. Merlin turned to the sound of clanking chain mail. Guards had entered the courtyard in search of something.
Merlin now understood.
They were after the boy.
"Why are they after you?" Merlin asked the boy in his head.
The boy gave no real answer, only once again repeating his pitiful plea for Merlin's help.
"they're going to kill me!"
Merlin looked once more over to where the guard were searching. A call from one of other guards led them all running out of the courtyard. Merlin quickly moved across the courtyard and opened up one of the small servant doors.
"This way," he called out with his mind to the boy, nodding his head in the direction of the door.
The boy quickly got up and ran towards Merlin, grasping his arm in pain as he made his way towards the young sorcerer. Merlin barley had time to usher his through the door before he heard shouting. The guards had seen the child running in the servant's door. He only hoped that they hadn't seen that it was him who pointed him in this direction. Grasping the boy's hand he pulled him to get away from the fast approaching guards. Without thinking he burst into Morgana's chambers, closing the door behind him quickly and wrapping his arms around the boy. Morgana and Gwen halted their giggling and looked at Merlin with fond exasperation.
"Have you forgotten how to knock Merlin?" Morgana asked good-naturedly.
Merlin looked up at Morgana, panting slightly from outrunning his-or, more accurately, the boy's-perusers.
"The guards were after him, I didn't know what to do," Merlin said,
looking to his friend with a pleading look.
Morgana looked to the boy, Merlin saw something unrecognizable cross her face. She quickly, however, broke out of this trance.
"In there," she said, motioning to behind her screen.
Merlin quickly took the boy and hid behind the curtains. He heard the harsh pounding at the door.
"My lady, I'm sorry to disturb you..."
Merlin looked down at the boy. He couldn't be more than ten years of age. He wondered what the child could have possibly done to make the guard search for him so fiercely. Suddenly the boy started to quickly moved close to catch him as he lost he fell the tunic he had under his cloak fell to the right, exposing the truth of why the guards wanted to find him so badly.
He was a Druid.