Title: A Knight's Magic

Chapter Title: Tired

Author: Rasei

Summary: Merlin was tired, very tired. Deciding to use magic on Arthur's armor, he didn't dream he would be caught. But he was…

A/N: I have about ten different reveals I'm planning to do for A Knight's Magic. If you have any prompts, please PM them to me. I don't accept prompts from reviews.


Merlin yawned as he watched the brush shining the armor. Arthur's sword was in his hand, partly cleaned. One bad thing about Arthur getting the sword from the rock was Merlin could never bring himself to cheat on cleaning it. He was tired through with the week he been having.

Arthur was having some nasty but important lords as royal guests. Through Arthur didn't show how frustrated he was in front of the guests, in private he was a terror. Merlin has lost count of the times Arthur threw something at him, which is never a good thing. especially since Arthur has largely gotten over the habit of throwing things at Merlin.

Merlin was quite happy when Arthur had toss him out of the room to polish his armor and his still new sword. Merlin felt his eyes shutting, allowing the armor to continue getting polish. Maybe if he had been more alert, he would have noticed the footsteps.

It was when his bedroom door clicked open, that Merlin realize someone was here. His eyes snapped open as the armor crashed to the ground. He stared at the large knight staring wide-eyed at him.

"Merlin... You are a sorcerer?" asked Percival, stepping in the room. Merlin open his mouth, but the words got stuck in his throat. He was doomed, he was positive. Percival was going to arrest him, and Arthur will find out. With the week Arthur had, Merlin would be lucky to have a quick death.

Percival started walking over to Merlin, but Merlin flinched. He needed to escape, somewhere to run, but he was trapped with Percival between him and the door. Merlin could use magic and escape, but he didn't want to hurt his friend.

Merlin didn't notice due to his panicky thoughts but the sword slipped. He did noticed the pain through, making him tore his eyes from the large knight to the sword. The sword had cut a shallow wound on Merlin's left hand. Merlin let out a couple of curses he learned from Gwaine.

"Let me see your hand," said Percival, from just in front of him. Merlin looked up at him, to scare to speak. Was Percival going to grab his wound when he gets dragged to the dungeons?

The large knight seemed to read his mind and sighed. Percival knelt, and reached over to take Merlin's hand.

"I would never hurt Arthur," Merlin whisper, jerking his injured hand away from Percival. Percival snorted.

"Of course. I understand what he was saying about trusting you," Percival said, with a tiny smile on his face.

"What?"

"And this explains the broken branches, bandits tripping or dropping their swords, and why you disappear sometimes. Here I thought it was my fault somehow all this time. I take it you don't go to the tavern after all. I thought it was silly that you would spend days in a tavern while you are a lightweight."

"Yes, I guess. But who did... Shit," Merlin's question was interrupted by Percival grabbing his injured arm. It hurt a lot.

"Þurhhæle dolgbenn."

The words startle Merlin as much as the flicker of gold within Percival's eyes. Merlin felt his mouth opening and shutting as he stared at his friend. His friend was a sorcerer, and in the middle of Camelot.

"Do you know how stupid it is to learn magic in Camelot?" Merlin demanded. Percival just raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't learned a new spell since I moved to Camelot. I'm just using the few spells I learned from when I was a teen. What about you? Do you know how idiotic it is to use magic on the king's armor?"

"I was born with magic, and my mom thought it would be safest for me to go live with her uncle," said Merlin, staring at Percival.

"I take it that Arthur knows about your magic?" asked Percival, with a look of hope. Merlin shook his head, making Percival sigh.

"I never got up the nerve to tell him."

"I was really hoping he knew. That I could safely reveal that I have magic. I'm tired of hiding my skills and people dying from it," Percival said. Merlin nod his head.

"Who did you mean earlier?" asked Merlin. Merlin had a pretty good guess, especially by the sorrow look on Percival's face. Plus the fact that Lancelot had told him that he could trust Percival.

"Lancelot. You were the person that killed the griffon, right?"

"Yes... Lancelot said I should trust you too."

The two smile, knowing they had much to talk about. Merlin's hand felt like it did before he got cut, and their friendship was now stronger. It was a familiar shout that broke the silence.

"MERLIN!"

"Oh, I'm sorry Merlin. The King wanted you," said Percival, suddenly standing up. Merlin groaned, but stood up.

"Thank you for healing my hand." Then off Merlin went, back to chores. But somehow he didn't feel as tired as he did earlier.