Disclamer i don't own merlin no matter how much I want too.

This is my first

story ever so please be gentle and review so I know what im doing right or wrong

thanks a bunch. Onwards.

The blood trickled down his arm, dripping onto the pale faded brown wooden

planks of his small room. The smell of sage and poppies surrounding him like a

hug from the man they represented.

As merlin watched the silver of the blade in his hand run along his arm and mix

with the crimson gold of his blood, the pain and itching dripped away with it.

Merlin sighed cleaning the knife and placing it under his bed with the rest of his

things. He then stood up and got dressed for the day of serving the prat.

As he dresses he looked in the mirror, his torso once marked by the fireball gone

just like the sting mark on his back, leaving his skin smooth as it was when he first

arrived in Camelot 4 years ago, the new open cut on his arm gone like it was

never there.

Getting dressed and walking down the stairs to the main room. Once again to his saddened heart finding it absent of

Gaius for at least another day having yet returned from an outer village birthing,

not that it mattered to Merlin, no one else cared if he was in pain, slept, or

eaten in the past 4 days.

Sighing again he looked out the window at the false dawn rising over the city and

put on his coat seeing a light snow drifting from the dark purple clouds and

made his way down to the kitchens.

Yuletide was once again upon the land snowball fighting in the courtyard, feasts

and celebrations all around but Merlin cared not at all of the holiday reminding him

once again on what an outsider he truly was.

Carrying the kings breakfast up another flight of stairs shivering all the while.

the dark stones radiated the cold, reaching the door a wave of heat and pain

almost brought him crashing to his knees as the magic in his blood flaired up,

once again taking all of his willpower to keep it in check and not destroying half

the castle. Taking a deep breath he put on his mask, smiled and opened the kings

bedroom door.

"Up and at em prat, the days a wasting while you slack off in bed" he bellowed

placing the breakfast on the table and ripping open the curtians allowing the cold

air to drift into the room. "Come on prat or ill tell Gwaine you sleep with a teddy"

" Meeerrlin, You wouldn't dare unless you enjoy being in the stocks and having

snowballs speeding towards your head" grumbled the mound of covers from

across the room. "Yah...no thanks, but you have to get up. you have training this

morning before the meeting and we all know if you go to a meeting without

venting first you will end up punishing the nobles instead. " "Ill show you

punishment" as the goblet by the kings bedside came hurling at Merlins head but

making impact with the wall to his right. Crossing the room and retreaving

Arthur's clothing from the wardrobe while the prat pulled himself out of bed and to

the table to eat, Merlin started humming to himself to stop himself from gaging

at the smell of the food. Focusing insteed on tending the fire trying and suceeding at annoying

Arther at the same time.

"Well Merlin sense you insist get me dressed...lets get down to the training

grounds im sure the knights missed ther own personal practice dummy."

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