"Stop! No!" Merlin yelled as he watched a blurred silhouette coming closer, drawing their sword, and laughing. Merlin felt the cold, sharp metal touch his neck. It sent a shiver down his spine causing chill bumps all over his body. This was not an enjoyable sensation. He felt the metal being pushed into his skin. He tensed up and groaned as he awaited what would happen next. Suddenly the pressure was relieved and the man sheathed his sword. He held out a hand. Merlin just glared at the man. He didn't even know who he was. In fact, he didn't know what was going on or where he was. His head throbbed and his vision was blurred. He pressed his palms against his eyes. When he opened them he was surprised to see the man was actually no more than a teenager. Maybe fifteen or sixteen years old at the most.

"Who are you?" Merlin squinted at the boy.

"M' name's Malin. 'N you?"

"I-I. Uh... Merlin." He observed the boy. He had a Scottish accent. "Where are you from?"

"Don't know. My parents 're dead. I grew up mostly alone." He wiped his forehead with his forearm and Merlin caught a glimpse of the druid mark.

Merlin stood up and had to wait for his head to stop spinning.

"Where are we?" Asked merlin. He felt nauseous once he was standing. He thought he was going to be sick and leaned over with his hands on his knees.

"You okay? Looks like you took an awful blow to the head there." He pointed at Merlin's forehead.

He glanced a confused look up at Malin and touched his forehead. He felt an open gash and when he looked at his fingers they were covered in blood. He wiped his cheeks and his looked at his hands to find them covered in blood. He gasped and began to panic a little. How did this happen?

"Where are we? Why are you here?"

"We're somewhere within Camelot and I jus' came across you. Don't know what happened to you. You look a little beaten."

"I-I don't remember anything."

Malin layer his hand on Merlin's shoulder. Merlin backed away and looked at him. Malin defensively raised his hands.

"I didn't hurt you, I swear."

"Where am I? What happened to me? Why am I in pain? Why-"

From behind Merlin, Malin laid his hand on his shoulder.

"Calm do-" Malin cut him off.

Before he could finish his sentence, Merlin whipped around and grabbed Malin's forearm and twisted it. Merlin was no match for the young warrior who counteracted his move. He grabbed Merlin's other arm and twisted it around his shoulder and flipped him over his back causing Merlin to land flat on his back, knocking the breath out of him. Merlin gasped for air with wide eyes. The boy put his knees against Merlin's chest and pinned his arms down.

"What was that for? I was tryin' t' help you."

"Get off of me," Merlin was being stubborn.

Malin just looked at him.

"I said. Get. OFF!" Merlin yelled and his eyes flickered gold causing the boy to fly into the air and land on the ground a few yards away. Lucky for him he landed in a thick pile of leaves. He jumped up, unsheathed his sword, and was in a battle stance within seconds. Merlin was standing too but was unarmed and unaware. Usually when he performed that attack the person was knocked out either on a tree or the ground from the force of falling from the air. He was walking in the other direction. Malin ran for him at full speed ready to run the young warlock through.

This is an extremely short chapter because it is my first. If anyone tells me to continue I will and the chapters will be much longer. I have many ideas for this story.