Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Merlin.
The council meeting had just been wrapping up when the assassin had forced his way into the throne room with blade to Guinevere's throat. The blade was black and where it made contact with Guinevere's tan skin, black veins twisted away from the blade to cover her neck.
Sorcery, again.
Arthur had immediately given into the assassins demands of surrender, dropping his sword against Uther's orders. He remembered the feel of all the warmth in his body being sucked into the blade as it made contact with his throat. The assassin kicked the back of Arthurs knees hard, forcing him to fall hard on the floor as his knees cracked on the stone.
The assassin was making a grandiose speech about the true Queen Morgana, and correcting the wrongs in the world, how he would prove his worth to Morgana, but Arthur was only half listening.
The assassin was holding Arthur close to the main doors, the rest of the court was on the other side of the hall. From the dias, Uther was close to foaming at the mouth as he screamed for Arthur's immediate release. The knights closest to Arthur had been flung to the other side of the throne room by the sorcerer assassin. Merlin was tending to Guinevere who was on the floor in front of the dias, holding her throat.
Nobody would reach Arthur in time, especially with a knife to his throat. There was nothing the knights could do. Arthur breathed as deep as he could with the blade biting into his skin and tried to shift into a more active position. He would not let himself die on his knees!
Uther was screaming himself hoarse as he flung himself off of the dias and ran across the room towards Arthur and the sorcerer. Startled, the sorcerer relaxed his hold on Arthur for just a second...but as Arthur attempted to move away from the knife the sorcerer grabbed Arthur's hair and yanked his head back.
Suddenly, the knife was removed from his neck. Arthur turned and saw a small stone vine wound across the assassin's hand pulling his arm away from Arthur's neck.
The stone beneath Arthur's bruised knees began to tremble as a shockwave rolled across the throne room. The stone became fluid as water as it churned against the assassin's legs. The fluid stone formed into roots that grew and surrounded him, dragging him down into the stone. As the assassin was finally pulled under the liquid surface of the stone, the floor returned to normal as if it had never been disturbed before.
Time seemed to slow down as Arthur surveyed his surroundings. He scrambled to his feet and turned around. Merlin was standing with his hands held out in front of him, the glow of gold disappearing from his eyes.
All comments are welcome. I'm not a great writer, but I enjoyed writing this story.