Okay so I'm REALLY happy with the reviews and everything so thank you to everyone who read/viewed (Traffic Graph says 530 :ooo YAY) . I have decided to try and post a chapter everyday seeming as though I day dream up ideas x3. I'm going to skip what happened when Finna and Merlin headed off towards the watchtower and go straight into when the Dragon picked up Merlin, I hope that's okay and if many of you prefer it with that missing bit I will write a chapter on it and post it x3. I did edit the last chapter to add in that missing piece Merlin said because some of you knew what it was so thank you for that. I also changed the Summary because as someone pointed out I left the name of The Dragon out.
I don't own anything other than the idea ( I may add my own character later). I apologize for anything misspelled what the character says from the episode was wrong ( with Merlins spells I'll make them up myself and put a translation at the end (it will be in Old English/Welsh)). I'm also sorry for any character which is OOC. I hope you enjoy.
~No ones POV~
*On the Watch Tower Roof*
Merlin knew his life was fading, he felt weak and his body was burning in pain. He needed out, he needed to get down from the roof but he didn't know how,. He fought against the darkness as he faded in and out of it but not fully , yet. He needed to be found or something otherwise he would die there and knowing Morgana she'd set fire to the watch tower so no-one could trace her there .Just as he was about to let the darkness take him as a victim he remembered a way out. He sucked in air and began mumbling the ancient words.
"Ic bonnan ge eald draca" he took another breath which was filled with pain he continued though not knowing if he could finish the summon " eower fultumian ic bepurfan, nu." The last word broke and became weak as the darkness engulfed the warlock just as the Ancient Dragon swooped in over the boy taking him into his claws gently before yet again flying off.
-Scene Change, Forest Floor-
When Merlin woke the sun was high in the sky shining bright down onto the leaves and flowers making the yellow buttercup petals shine in the light like mini sun's themselves. His skin was pale and there was sweat shining on his forehead, his side was burning like never before and he knew he could die and any moment, he felt the darkness tugging onto him again wanting to make him sleep more and more, he wanted to sleep though yet he knew he couldn't he needed to get out of here. He awkwardly lifted himself onto his elbows still covering the hole in his side , the warm sticky blood lacing his fingers. A scream lodged in his throat as he sat up before the whole world span in front of his eyes and his head hit the cold,wet forest floor. He sighed in frustration and tried again with the same result. He was just about to give up and let the darkness pull him into it's depths when he heard a voice yell. He knew he didn't get the whole sentence , but tried to figure out what they meant by "A body over looks pain, who it? Morgana's men?" Merlin then knew what they meant, it was one of the patrol knights, sounded like Gwaine to be honest and he thought that Merlin was one of Morgana's men.
How wrong he was. He heard leaves be kicked and crunch as they made their way over to him when he heard a new voice. "It's Merlin! I thought you took him back to the bridge!" Arthur. Arthur was here, oh God no. What would he say? Mordred told them that he escorted Merlin to the bridge! Dammit! Now what?
A soft voice spoke in Merlin's ear as he felt slight pressure on his right shoulder."Hey Merlin can you hear me?" That was Gwaine, since when did Gwaine have such a calm voice? Gwaine was usually full of himself and always getting drunk , yes he cared and everything but Merlin didn't know how much he did. He needed to tell them he was okay,but he wasn't...he had an arrow ripped out of his side, walk God knows how many stairs all while running. Yeah he's okay. He let a groan slip his lips only loud enough for Gwaine to hear him, he figured a pained groan like that and even Gwaine could figure out he's hurt. He winced as cloth , most likely Gwaines cloak, brushed the pounding would. "Guys, I think he's hurt and I'm pretty sure he's sick." Just as Gwaine finished a cold harm was placed on his clammy forehead and he unconsciously leaned into the touch liking how the coldness cooled his burning skin down. " Yep, he's got a fever. We need to take him back to Gaius Arthur. Now."
Merlin noticed the panic lacing Gwaines voice and he felt sorry, he didn't mean to be hurt, he didn't mean to panic anyone, he needed to tell them not to worry because he's fine so they could continue with their job of patrol, he gained enough energy to try and tell . "I'm okay, you should leave , I'm fine ,just tired, go." Well that's what he wanted to say but instead it came out something like "M kay, yosould eave, m'fin ust ired, go." He got frustrated with himself, how were they supposed to understand that?
"You're not fine Merlin so don't even pretend! I knew we should of taken you back ourselves and now we have to take you to Gaius because you wouldn't stay put, you had to go didn't you? Your lucky your a half -decent servant otherwise I would've fired you ages ago!" Merlin tried not to laugh, he was dying and all Arthur could do was nag him, he failed though and laughed but it was so quiet and weak it could hardly class as a laugh. He winced as the movement strained the wound causing it to stretch a little. Seeing as Merlin was actually really hurt and could barely move he decided it was time to become serious and act, fast. "Percival , help Merlin up will you? He doesn't weigh much so it wont be too hard. Oh and carry him will you? Back to the castle to Gaius." Merlin groaned knowing what was coming. Percival nodded as he headed over to the bleeding Merlin and placed one arm under the weak boys head and the other under his knees and Merlin took a breath before Percival lifted him up , the breath didn't help though as he screamed out the wound protesting to be lifted so fast.
Just as the scream died out and Merlin was left whimpering as the wound bled more and became more sore caring Gwaine spoke up again in a reassuring tone as they began walking towards the castle. "It's okay Merlin, You'll be okay, I promise. Can you tell us where it hurts?"
Merlin laughed inwardly , where it hurts? Everywhere! It hurts ,hurts, hurts, HURTS. He yelped as Percival jolted him a little before mumbling out a small "sorry".
Merlin looked at Gwaine preparing to answer his question with glanced over eyes . "Side." Gwaine nodded looking at the wrong side for the wound. "Other." Gwaine looked up realizing what Merlin was on about and carefully lifted up the boys shirt wincing as he saw how sore the wound was, it was an angry red still spilling blood, not so much but still was.
"Arthur it looks like a arrow wound." Arthur nodded taking off his cloak and placing it over the now shaking Merlin while they still walked getting closer and closer towards the castle, closer to Gaius, closer to getting Merlin help.
"Percival, be gentle with him, the wound's pressing against you, any jolt will hurt him so make them jolts as small as you possibly can okay?" Arthur was worried but he tried to hide all signs of it while talking to his men, he needed to be calm and calm he would be , Merlin needed help and Merlin would get it.
They approached Gaius's chambers not bothering to knock and just walked in as Gaius spun around from his book about curing killing poisons to see who would intrude him at this hour. He noticed a body in the arms of Percival and hoped with all his might it wasn't Merlin. That hope was crushed when he saw the pale, sickly , unconscious form of his ward.
Okay so there's that x3. I hope you liked it and as I said before, if any of you would like it better with the part in the tower then just PM me or review about it. I hope I did good with nothing to base it on and Gwaine wasn't too out of charcter... Please review~ Thank you.
Translations:
"Ic bonnan ge eald draca eower fultumian ic bepurfan, nu." - I summon you ancient dragon, your power I need, now. ( Old English. )
