The Game Of Friendship
"No Arthur! I´m not playing this game of yours, not anymore!" shouted Merlin. He was soaking wet all over, tired after walking in forest for hours alone, in pain and fed up.
"What are you talking about Merlin?" asked Arthur impatience in his voice.
"I´m tired of being your friend only when it´s fine to you or when you need it! That´s not how friendship works and you know it since I taught it to you." There was so much anger in Merlin´s voice, face and eyes that Arthur had to blink couple of times to be sure that that was actually his manservant in front of him. And Merlin wasn´t finished.
"I heard how you mocked me with your knights, I felt all insults and objects you threw at me and I saw how you ignored my words time after time. But I was blind really. Only when I couldn't see, hear or feel you anymore I finally understood you wasn´t my friend. So don´t worry, this time you made it clear enough for even an idiot like me to understand. You left me behind."
There was contemptuous smile on Merlin´s face when he started to look Arthur closely as if searching something.
"I wonder if there ever was even a tiny bit of friendship in Camelot`s heart… I guess it doesn't matter anymore. If I was a friend then I was abused. If I was just a servant then you took me for granted. Good luck to your game sire. You pushed this game piece out of the board. Don't get rid of too many or you end up standing alone." Now Merlin´s voice was quiet and emotionless. Anger was gone from his eyes, it was replaced by…nothing at all. No emotion, no spark, not even recognition. And like that he turned away and started walking.
Arthur was close to panic by now but the words that came out of his mouth were the wrong ones.
"Where do you think you are going?! What if I have to find you?"
"Then search among the enemy." Spat Merlin over his shoulder still walking.
That caused Arthur to freeze on the spot. He did left Merlin behind. So why it felt like the King was the one left behind now when Merlin walked away without a glance back, like he deserved to see those eyes again.
Well he did not.
Arthur had inherited tens of enemies from his father. This one he was about to make himself.
The game of friendship.
Loser: Arthur Pendragon
So `The Games`will be a collection of unrelated oneshots from different genres. In the end of every chapter I will tell you the loser/victor of the game. I will publish new chapters irregularly (not often) when I have something to give... Reviews are always appreciated!