This is not my first fanfic to write although it's the first one to publish. Enjoy and review pleeeease!
FO1
"Merlin!" Arthur said as he watched his servant walk fast through the forest, wordless, something that wasn't actually fit for him as he would always talk non-stop about things and situations. Merlin ignored the prince who walked in slower rhythm than him because of the tiredness of the earlier quest. They found themselves once again in a dangerous situation against magic and as always Arthur was victorious against his enemies. Or at least that's what he thought…
Merlin had once again saved his "royal backside" without being recognized. Arthur was once again dying and needed to be saved.
"Merlin!" the prince screamed again, without a response. He quickened his pace to reach him and grab his shoulder. Merlin stopped and turned his troubled face to see his master.
"What?" he said trying to keep his voice calm.
"What is wrong with you? You haven't said a word for hours now! You are meant to be cheerful! We won" We won, sounded a bit strange to Merlin, but he didn't mind, not really.
"I'm just tired, that's all." said the young man not very convincingly and continued his path.
Arthur wondered what it could be. Curiosity filled his mind. "Were you hurt?" He asked hoping that he wasn't. No answer. I take that as a no then. "Where you frightened?" that would be the most apparent answer to his strange behavior but silence proved otherwise. "Did something happen while I was unconscious?" Merlin stopped and then fell onto his knees.
He wanted to cry. He wanted to cry so much that he wouldn't be able to breathe anymore. All of this has reached its line. He didn't want to hide it anymore. He couldn't. He didn't have the strength to hide, to lie and to pretend. "I can't do this anymore." He said in a voice so low that Arthur didn't hear.
Arthur looked at his servant with wonder. He kneeled beside him. "Merlin you can tell me. What is it?"
Merlin looked up small tears running from his eyes. "I don't want to pretend anymore. I can't. It's tearing me up inside and it's so hard to hold it in me when the only thing I wish for is to scream it out loud."
What on earth is he talking about? "Merlin you can tell me anything."
"No I can't!"
"Why not?"
"Because then you'll have to choose!"
"Choose what Merlin?"
"Between lying to your father and having me executed."
Those words were unexpected. "What could you possibly have done that would get you executed?"
Merlin stood up and walked a few steps away, his back turned. Arthur stood up as well waiting for an explanation.
"You won't like what you are about to hear."
Arthur was prepared. "Tell me anyway." He talked as a friend and not as a master with a calm and firm voice.
Merlin turned around determined to get through with this. He looked into his friend's eyes and said "I was born with magic." He exhaled hard and let the burden slip from his chest.
Arthur raised a brow "You are telling me you are a sorcerer."
"Warlock to be more precise."
"What?"
"A sorcerer is someone who studies and practices magic for years before he can use it, but a warlock is born with magic."
Arthur looked at him strangely. He wondered if he was telling the truth, it was hard to believe that the clumsy person that stood before him was more powerful than him. So he decided to put him in a test.
"Show me."
Merlin took a small rock from the ground and held it in front of him. He looked at it and Arthur focused his eyes on the rock. Then the warlock's eyes went gold and the rock was levitating in the air. He then raised his to see Arthur's expressionless face. A few seconds later the rock fell back to the ground.
Arthur looked at him curiously then he just said "Hmmm…" and walked his way back to Camelot.
"That's all you have to say? Hmmm…" he followed him. "Aren't going to attack me, seize me, yell at me?"
"I'm thinking Merlin! That's what most people do before taking big decisions!" he told him.
They walked through the forest mostly in silent. Arthur begun to see how many times he was saved and how those "incidents of luck", like ceilings collapsing and thick branches of trees breaking and falling, onto their enemies, weren't luck at all. While walking Arthur would ask Merlin about those incidents and Merlin would gladly answer. The prince wished that they would never reach Camelot because he would have to take a big and life changing decision.
But deep down he already knew what he would do…
