Yet another fic that came to me as I was sbout to sleep. My first MErlin fic. Please enjoy, as always constructive criticsm is welcome.
Discalimer: I own nothing
He had always insisted on having the sharpest blade possible. Merlin would always shaprpen it enough to slice through the armour off his enemies.
And now he felt as though he was standing on the tip of his ever-sharp, ever-deadly sword, with a decision to lean either way resulting in disaster.
On one side, his father.
On the other, his friend.
If he is loyal to his father, he leans to one side, he will betray his friend, and feel as cut up as he did with the questing beast's bite.
If he is loyal to his friend, he leans to one side, he will betray his father, and feel as slain up as the prey on one of his hunts.
Here he was balancing, his decision going to destroy him either way.
His father and King?
His friend and advisor?
Neither. He would choose Camelot, his Kingdom.
Could his Kingdom survive without his father? Yes, as it had every time a king died and new king ascended.
Could his Kingdom survive without his friend? No, he could destroy every physical threat, but every magical and ethereal; manifestation needed the touch of a warlock.
Merlin. Camelot needed Merlin.
He chose. And with his choice, Arthur cut himself in half.