You know i said 2 shot, I meant three ;D ahaaa! Sorry for late and lack of updates- In middle of Exams- Will be back towards end of June though (Y)
Thanks, Please read and review- Will really make my day considering i ditched revision for this :P ahaa! Will regret it most likely.
Dakota
Part 2
Arthur gasped as a surge of energy rushed through his wound and into his blood; The soft constant ringing of something spreading through his ears spurring him onwards to take the largest gasp of air he knew a human could possibly take. Blinking back the rain water which splashed against his face as it fell the King of Camelot gazed at his friend; His heart threatening to stop once again as he focused on the mans features.
His raven hair was sodden with rain water as it fell around them; His face smeared with the occasional piece of mud. The man's skin was a deadly pale as his eyes stared at the wound on Arthurs chest; Of which his life poured out off. Except in Merlin's eyes there wasn't the normal happy-go-lucky servant persona, But a fearful one. One fear which was laced with molten gold iris's. Merlin was a sorcerer.
Glancing back to his wound in shock the King found himself blinking twice as he realised nothing was left; Only the pale new skin which had formed in its place. The occasional stain of crimson blood laced around his shirt. "Merlin-" Arthur mumbled as he slowly moved his eyes up to meet his friends once again. The man before him met his gaze, A sad smile on his features as he allowed his hands to rest on his knee's.
Arthur was confused. Merlin didn't have magic- He was the world's worst servant, Who always risked his life to save others and never came back hurt or injured. Merlin wasnt a corrupt sorcerer fuelled by evil- The same evil which killed his father. No something was wrong- The man before him wasn't the same servant he had spoken to only a day ago. So nodding slowly the king came to the 'logical' conclusion that the man sitting before him with a blank expression most definitely wasn't Merlin.
Latching down to his sword the King drew it outwards; Bringing its point around to rest against the man's chest as his face became one of a stone expression. "WHERES MERLIN!" Slowly the king moved upwards, His legs shaking slightly as they supported the heavy weight which was burdened upon them.
"Arthur im here?" The man replied calmly, As if he had prepared himself for this exact moment his entire life. Slowly Merlin's hands rose upwards at the sight of the weapon, His eyes slightly wider than normal as more fear induced him.
"What has Morgana made you do to him-" The king questioned seriously as he pressed the edge of the sword harder into his servants chest, Merlin blinked twice as his face dropped all smile and went to one of complete seriousness.
"Morgana's dead Arthur-"
The kings eyebrows rose as his eyes filled with tears, Morgana may have been his enemy for the past ten years of his life but she was still his half-sister, she was still the same girl he had grown up with. Taking in a shuddered breathe and noting he had more important things to do rather than mourn the loss of an enemy the king growled beneath his breathe. "Tell me now…"
"Arthur- Please its me" Merlin pleaded as his fingers slowly splayed outwards to add to his innocent persona,
Arthurs blade fell at his side as realisation finally began to seep in, His eyes glazing over as he remembered back to the hunts and quests they had gone on together; The clumsy bandits, falling branches and miraculous recovery's were all down to the magic of the man before him. Clenching his fist tightly around his sword the king slowly shook his head in denial, "No- No Merlin you don't have magic-"
"Why because im not evil?-" Merlin exclaimed as he pulled himself upwards to become eye-level with the king,
"Yes-" Arthur mumbled as he looked away from the man before him, The sense of betrayal worse than morgana's began to take over his senses; Forming cracks in the very foundation of Albion.
"Magic is like a sword- It can be used for good and bad- You know that!" Merlin stated sternly as he watched the mixed emotions rush across his friends features,
"GOD DAMMIT MERLIN WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER!" Arthur shouted as he raised his sword at the man before him, "HOW DO I KNOW YOU HAVENT PLANNED THIS ALL BEHIND MY BACK LIKE MORGANA, AGRAVAINE OR MORDRED!"
"I WOULD NEVER BETRAY YOU ARTHUR!" Merlin shouted back as his hand suddenly latched to his side, "Please-"
"NO MERLIN! OUT OF EVERYONE I TRUSTED YOU THE MOST- BUT THEN YOU HAD TO GO AND START TO PRACTICE MAGIC!" Arthur bellowed; His voice cracking slightly as tears filled up his eyes. A crash of thunder echoed through the sky as the storm above them flashed alive with lightening. "I CANT TRUST YOU-" The king finished,
"NO!" The Merlin shook his head, His eyes pleading as he used his hand to push the sword down and away, "ARTHUR I WOULD NEVER DO THAT PLEASE TRUST ME-"
"HOW CAN I MERLIN!" Arthur cried aloud again as he stepped back from the man he used to know,
"Arthur if you just stop and let me explain-" Merlin attempted to say however once again he was cut off by the blonde before him. The kings pompous face returning as he raised his gloved fist upwards.
"No Merlin no more-" Arthur sighed exasperated, "I thought I could trust you- But your just like them-" The blonde glanced down to the cold body of Mordred, Merlin doing the same as tears rolled freely down his cheeks.
"Arth-"
"I should kill you now- But because Gaius was a dear old friend I find it my duty to let you off-" Arthur trailed off emotionlessly as he sheathed his sword and held his head up higher, As if he was doing the right thing; as if he was proud of it. "I hereby banish you from Camelot- Never to return on pain of death-"
"NO!" Merlin shouted-
"If I see you- Or so even hear of you being within these borders I will hunt you down-" The king mumbled as he looked away from the raven haired man before him, "Goodbye Merlin-"
"Arthur please- Listen to me- Your friend-"
"We were never friends Merlin-"
And so the king walked off and down the steep hill on his own, leaving behind the ever paling warlock whose hand remained grasped onto his side; Where what looked like blood stained and seeped through his fingers.
What do you think will happen? Please review :) Sorry for it being quite depressing. LOL
