AN: I don't own Merlin or any part of it, but I'm sure you already knew that. Enjoy!
He was going to have to kill Merlin, that much was clear to Agravaine.
Agravaine watched from his perch behind a large tree. The tall, lanky servant was rifling through the bags and packs strapped to the horses, no doubt scrambling to find whatever he was looking for before Arthur could reprimand him. The servant finally surfaced with a waterskin and hurried over to the impatient King, insults already gracing his lips.
"Merlin, how long does it take an idiot to fetch a waterskin?"
"How should I know? You always make me do it."
Agravaine could hear them arguing faintly from his place behind the trees, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. Morgana.
She counted on him to be her eyes and ears inside the kingdom. She depended on him to carry out the tasks that were necessary to Camelot's downfall from within. He was her right-hand man, her emissary. He pledged allegiance to her wholeheartedly, and Agravaine couldn't help but think that he didn't get enough credit for it all. He couldn't help but think that Morgana always wanted more from him. And he couldn't help but notice that everything he did wasn't enough for her.
But she was Morgana, so he accepted it. Her icy blue eyes held more warmth than many realized. She was on fire, and Agravaine saw her for what she was: enchanting.
He was quickly brought out of his reverie by the thundering gallops of two horses receding into the distance. Merlin and Arthur were on the move. Agravaine promptly mounted his own horse and made to follow, being careful to keep a considerable amount of distance between them.
They were on their way back to Camelot after a day's worth of unsuccessful hunting. Trailing Arthur and Merlin's every move wasn't as difficult a feat as he thought it would be. What with Merlin crashing through the trees and the King's snide comments, there was no game to be hunted. Agravaine was starting to wonder why he even followed them. He was looking for the perfect opportunity, the perfect time to take out Morgana's biggest threat.
Morgana did not know, however, of Agravaine's newfound task.
I must prove myself to her, he thought. She must know the extent of my loyalty.
Morgana thought Merlin to be a thorn in her side; nothing more, nothing less. He was just a serving boy with a caustic demeanor in her eyes. He was defiant, and irritatingly loyal to Camelot, what it stood for, and the young Pendragon King himself. No matter what Morgana did, he was incessantly at Arthur's side fighting for the future of the kingdom.
This just confused Agravaine, for there was one reason why he had begun hunting Merlin. Merlin was more than just an obstacle on the path to the throne of Camelot. There was a reason he kept slipping through Morgana's clutches.
Merlin had magic.
AN: Longer chapters are to come! Please review! I'd love to hear your thoughts!
Til' then, MerTrexTer :D