Author's Note:

Hi there!
Since everyone seemed to like the story, I decided to put another chapter on... this time, you get to see a bit of famous 'Emrys'. Also through his POV, though I changed into Arthur's somewhere in the middle... didn't know how to break the part, so I just suddenly changed. You should be able to realize it though, at least because from Emrys' POV I speak of Arthur as the Prince and from Arthur's it's just Arthur :D.
I'm not really sure about this chapter, I think some parts sound... strange, so please help me to make it better by reviewing?
Now, I'm pretty sure that was everything. Just a huge thanks to everyone who reviewed, subscribed or favourited this. It means a lot to me.

Disclaimer: YES, I own... my mistakes... and my plot. Everyone starts small, don't they?

Unbeknownst, a dark slender figure watched the knights and their Prince from above.
Merlin, better known as Emrys these days, grinned as he peered from his hiding spot on a nearby rooftop, his face safely covered with the hood of his black cloak.

He was a thief primarily because he hadn't got any money to buy the food rather than steal it, though Merlin couldn't deny the chases were fun. He liked the endless game of cat and mouse, the play of running, hiding, leading the knights in circles until they were panting and then laughing at them from the shadows where no one would detect him. He loved the look in their eyes when they followed him, stumbled clueless through the dark, knowing that Emrys was somewhere near in the black. The fear, it was. His personal revenge on Uther and Camelot.
And Arthur was his favourite playmate; the only one who had ever come anywhere near to catching the infamous Emrys.

On the ground, the knights finally were ready and Merlin let out a small sigh of anticipation before he lifted from his hiding place to stand tall and proud before the moon. Still, it took almost half a minute until a knight spotted his outline (Were those really the most dangerous men of Camelot?)and instantly cried out:"There he is! On the roof!"

Merlin smiled eagerly at the big eyes turning towards him, though he knew they couldn't see it beneath his hood.
Unsurprisingly, Prince Arthur was the first to recover from the shock.
"Seize him!" he commanded, already seeking a deft way to climb the roof. Merlin cocked his head expectantly.
They were learning. A few weeks ago the Prince had still tried the whole "You are under arrest! Come down here, in the name of King Uther Pendragon!" thing before simply coming to catch him.

The knights woke abruptly from their shock and followed their Prince's lead. Merlin waited until the Prince reached the edge of the building and glared at him, before he turned and slowly walked to its other side, as if there was no group of highly dangerous knights lunging at his back. He almost started to whistle, but then stopped himself. It would be too much of a play.

Merlin heard the Prince growling behind him and grinned victoriously. It was just so easy to anger the young Pendragon, in this way he was very alike his father.
Arthur jumped fully on the flat roof and started forward, his sword drawn and ready, but Merlin quickly sidestepped the attack and turned back.

"Tss, tss. Is that the manners of a Prince? Swinging at the back of an unarmed man?"

The Prince grit his teeth. "Unarmed doesn't mean harmless. And you tell me nothing about good behaviour."

The man only cocked his head and stared at Arthur from the darkness of his hood. "Right, would be lost on you. I don't have the time to waste." He didn't sound hurt at the slightest, only a little amused and mocking.
Arthur lunged forward again and again Emrys sidestepped him easily. The man had reflexes like a cat.

By now the other knights- eight this time, a rather small number- had also reached the roof and stood behind their Prince, slowly trying to circle Emrys. The thief merely chuckled and clapped his delicate pale hands.
"Let the fun begin!"
Like on a command all knights came on him at once, but Emrys already waved at them from the next roof.
Arthur groaned in annoyance as the best trained men of the kingdom stumbled like children, and followed Emrys on the other house. The thief almost seemed to nod approving, then he set off again, Arthur close on his heels.

Secretly the Prince was surprised as he chased Emrys across the roofs of Camelot. It was the first time the thief had let someone this close and also the only so far he had spoken with them. Though his voice was rather ageless and only confirmed their assumption that he was male. And rather cheeky.
He's becoming far too sure of himself. At least one mistake I can use.

For he couldn't fail another time or Uthr might finally revoke his title as heir to the crown or disinherite him. No Crownprince should lose against a simple thief, however older or more experienced he might be. This was just ridiculous.

Arthur gritted his teeth as he leapt on another building. The other knights were already out of sight, not able to match their speed. The Prince had a strange feeling that this had been Emrys' purpose from the beginning. Now it was only the two of them.
Another gap opened and Arthur barely managed to pass it, slipping at the other side. Emrys slowed down a little as if he waited for the Prince to follow.
Which he most likely did, knowing the thief.

How the hell could this man find his way this sure in the weak light of the moon, and at that speed?
Even the Prince himself, who had trained his whole life to be strong, fast and skillful was stumbling more and more often as their speed demanded a tribute. Emrys at the same time showed now sign of exhaustion, spinning in regular intervals to make sure Arthur still followed.

He wept his sweaty forehead and groaned softly. They would have to stop the chase soon, he was running out of breathe and then the thief would disappear again.

But for their plan to work, Arthur had to lead.
He rounded another chimney and advanced Emrys again, this time from the right. As expected, the thief the thief darted to the left. Arthur allowed himself a little smile as the chase started again, though now the leader had changed. This Emrys was just another thief; tricky for sure, maybe even dangerous, but as predictable as any other human.

This had been the greatest flaw in their plan. If Arthur hadn't managed to guide Emrys everything would have gone wrong.
Now though, it should be quite easy.

So, just again a reminder of this so very beautiful blue button that you should press if you ever want to find out about the trap... please help me with making the story better? *bigroundpuppyeyes* xD