I've decided to continue this for at least another couple of chapters. I hope anyone reading this gets at least some enjoyment out of it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.
Arthur was tired. He had had a very busy morning. All he wanted to do was go to his chambers and take a short nap. With his plans in mind, he made his way through the many corridors of the castle. When he reached his chamber doors, he pushed them open and stared at what he saw.
Merlin was leaning against the far wall of the room. His hands and face were pressed against the stone. A look of intense concentration was plastered across his face.
Walking forward, Arthur tapped his finger on Merlin's shoulder. "Ah!" Merlin yelled as he jumped into the air. Spinning around, Merlin faced Arthur.
"Hello…" said Merlin.
Arthur stared at Merlin, crossing his arms as he did so. "Merlin, do you think you could explain to me why I came into my room only to find my manservant plastered to my wall?"
"There's a very good explanation of course. I was trying to walk through the wall," Merlin replied, completely serious.
Arthur stared at the man in front of him, beginning to seriously consider that his manservant might actually have some sort of mental affliction. "You were what?"
"I was trying to walk through the wall. You see, I believe that the only reason I can't walk through this wall is because I'm telling myself that I can't."
Arthur continued to stare at Merlin, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did so. "Merlin, you are aware that the wall is solid, right?"
"That's where you're wrong, Arthur. The wall is only solid because we say it's solid."
Becoming slightly annoyed, Arthur walked over to the wall. He brought his hand up to it and knocked on it. "The wall is solid. That's a fact. There is nothing else to it."
"Let me ask you a question. What color do you think my hair is?" Merlin asked.
"Black," Arthur replied.
"I disagree. I think my hair is dark brown," Merlin replied. "Both of us think that my hair is a different color. So does that mean that we are both wrong?"
Sighing, Arthur said, "One of us must be wrong."
"Wrong again. Both of us are right because we each perceive my hair to be a different color. That doesn't mean that we are both wrong, it just means we each have a different way of looking at something,"
"Merlin, where is this conversation even going now?"
"The point I'm trying to make is that we consider that wall to be solid only because we perceive it to be solid. We are restricting ourselves because we are not being open-minded. By opening up our minds, we are creating a limitless amount of possibilities," Merlin explained. "Imagine the time that could be saved if we didn't have to wander around trying to find doors just to enter other rooms."
After he finished his explanation, Merlin returned his attention to the wall. Pretty soon he was pressed up against it once again. Arthur went over to his table and sat down. He continued watching his manservant for a while before he finally reached a conclusion.
"You've been out drinking with Gwaine again haven't you? Only a person that has had too much to drink could possibly consider such nonsense."
"I have not been in the tavern!" Merlin exclaimed.
"Whatever you say, Merlin. Whatever you say."
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