Hi! Well this is my first attempt at a multi-chapter fanfic! I have nooooo idea how long it will be, not even an estimate. But I promise it will be at least 10 chapters. I have finals coming up and a BUNCH of papers to write, I actually should be doing them now ^_^! But instead this hit me head on while trying to write a Wuthering Heights essay. Anyways be kind with reviews, but don't be afraid to tell me exactly what you think. Hope you enjoy! Here it is Dreóhlæcan Mónaþfylen!
"He is coming," the voice echoed into his head. "Who is coming?" he asked aloud. The voice hesitated before answering with dread, "Arthur's murderer."
The dark haired head tossed for another time, as he mumbled incoherently. Tossing and turning his body, while in the throws of a particularly realistic dream. He twitched when a voice rung throughout his head, "He is coming."
"Who is coming," he asked aloud to the otherwise silent room.
The voice hesitated before his answer filled Merlin with dread, "Arthur's murderer."
With a gasp Merlin sat bolt upright in bed, breathing hard. He started wrestling with the sheets trying to free his unusually long limbs from their constricting grasp. Wrestling a bit more soon had him free of the offending objects. He quickly ran out the door in only his night shirt and slacks, not bothering to pull his boots on in his haste.
The night air was cold and frigid as he dashed across the courtyard to the main entrance into the royal chambers, but he didn't notice. All he could think or care about was getting to Arthur's chambers. He took the stone cold steps three at a time, nearly loosing his balance as he careened around a sharp corner. Without bothering to knock he burst into the sleeping prince's room, not caring to stop the door from slamming into the wall beside it. The door made a resounding, bang that echoed around the room.
"What the Hell?" Arthur yelled jumping up in bed, nearly knocking himself to the floor.
"Arthur!" Merlin yelped rushing over and checking him over, only leaving him when he was satisfied that no bodily harm had come to him while he slumbered.
"What are you doing here Merlin? Do you have any idea what time it is, or are you too daft to realize that its pitch black outside and the rest of the sane people are asleep," Arthur remarked in an agitated tone. "Well…were asleep," he finished with a sigh when he spotted Morgana rushing down the hallway to his still wide open doorway.
"What is it? I heard a loud bang. Is something the matter, Arthur, are you hurt?" Morgana questioned worriedly.
"Well I was alright until this bumbling idiot came crashing into my room," Arthur exclaimed turning his attention to his manservant, who hadn't paid the least attention to what they had been saying, instead opting to keeping his complete concentration on searching out the prince's chambers for any person that might be hidden, or any object put out of place.
"Merlin are you listening to me?" Arthur demanded in a sharp tone.
"Huh…what?" Merlin asked finally stopping what he was doing looking up.
"I was asking if you could possibly tell me what you're doing in my chambers at such an ungodly hour," the prince said in a patronizing tone, just as the King burst through the doorway.
"What is going on in here?" demanded Uther, squashing any hope there was to brush this event aside.
"I have no idea Father. I only awoke to Merlin barging in on my chambers, and him start rushing around like an idiot," Arthur replied to the King.
"Well what have you say of yourself, to waking half the Kingdom?" Uther practically spat at Merlin.
"I…I," Merlin stuttered feeling his face go hot with blush, "I had had a horrible dream that a murderer had come for Arthur, and I rushed here in a daze thinking…well I guess I wasn't thinking."
"Wasn't thinking, indeed," Uther replied with raised eyebrows, "You rushed in here because you believed that Arthur was being murdered, you say?"
"Yes, sire," Merlin replied feebly.
"Well as much as I appreciate that you would go to such lengths, and to work yourself into such a mess over my sons well being, that does not excuse the fact that you woke not only my son, and ward up but myself and half of the rest of the Kingdom," he drawled, just barely holding back a yawn, "and for that I must sentence you to the stalks, for tomorrow, I will not deprive you, and everyone else for that matter, the liberty of sleep."
And with that Uther was gone stalking down the hallway, to his own chambers, where he would promptly fall asleep. Arthur bade Morgana goodnight as she traveled to her own bed. He then gave Merlin an unhappy grimace before turning over and falling back to sleep. The guards that had followed Uther now escorted Merlin out of the room and all but shoved him down the hall.
As he slowly trudged back to Gaius's and his chambers he could not help but think of what the voice inside his head had told him, and he knew exactly who that voice had belonged too. Tomorrow he would seek the Great Dragon's company, but for tonight he was asleep before his head even hit the pillow.
