Excalibur
Running
Merlin ran. His black hair shining in the dappled sunlight as he raced through the canopy of green trees. Arthur was faster than him; he could only just hear his footfalls bating in time to his racing heart. Just a blur of red now, darting between gnarled trees when suddenly, Merlin's foot got caught on a root and he stumbled. His hands broke the fall and he felt warm trickles of blood running down his grazed palms. His baggy brown trousers were ripped and his neck jolted forwards. Lying on the ground, Merlin heard people clattering past him, still pursuing Arthur. Feeling dizzy, Merlin tried to stand up only to fall back against the tree. Opening his eyes, Merlin could see blurred figures rushing past, weapons raised and his only thought was Arthur. He staggered forward, but he couldn't keep up. The world still spinning from his fall, Merlin stumbled blindly through the ancient forest until he was completely alone. The silence became deeper and deeper as the light faded and the trees became thicker, only broken by the crunch of Merlin's clumsy steps.
Exhausted and freezing, as the last of the light disappeared, Merlin collapsed against an enormous oak tree and tried to summon his magic to make a fire. Still nothing. He could not believe what had happened and how now, when he needed it the most, his magic had left him helpless. He didn't even dare to think about Arthur as he shivered, completely lost and alone, and whether he had gotten away safely with the sword.
Arthur is standing on the edge of the lake, skipping stones absent mindedly. I see him through the trees and the mist and summon up my courage, it is time.
"Arthur." I say, my voice shaking; "Arthur, I need to tell you something."
He doesn't turn around, just bends down to pick up more stones, the fog is thickening and I know I'm running out of time. "Arthur, it's me. I'm the sorcerer."
He throws another stone and it bounces across the smooth, black surface of the lake.
"Can you hear me?" I say urgently, raising my voice. "Arthur, Arthur! I have magic!"
I can barely see him now; the fog is too thick.
"Arthur!" I try to run forwards but I can't see anything at all. "Arthur, I have magi-"
I break off. I'm standing in the middle of the great hall, surrounded by courtiers, Uther right in front of me. Panic rises in my chest.
"He is to be executed at sunset." Bellows Uther but he isn't looking at me. I turn around and see two guards dragging Gaius away. I run after them but I'm not getting any closer, they're getting further and further away and fog is closing in on me again. What I think are tears are running down my face but-
"Gaius!" Merlin's eyes snapped open. He looked around and realised that dew from the tree was dripping onto him. Wiping his face on his sleeve, Merlin realised that he was in a small clearing. He stood up stiffly; his whole body ached. Then he caught sight of something that made his jaw drop.
This is my first fan fic and I don't really know what I'm doing so any advice would be very much appreciated I'm not sure if I will carry on or not, I guess it depends on whether I get any ideas and if anyone likes it.