"Gwaine, I have magic."
The words hovered in the air. Gwaine stared in disbelief at Merlin. The soccerer. Merlin looked on the verge of tears as he stared at Gwaines blank face. It finally made sense. Gwaine began to laugh as he saw how distraught Merlin looked.
"I can't believe it! But actually, maybe I can. Yes, there's always been something about you Merlin that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Well now I know! It really makes sense. I presume all those falling branches and dead bandits are you? How
many
times have you saved Arthur's life?"
Merlin was stunned. In all his time in Camelot he had never expected such a warm acceptance as this. Even Gaius had been suspicious when first told of Merlins powers. Gwaine had not even been upset, not even angry. It was more than he had dreamed
of.
A wide grin split his face and this time it was a real one.
"You really don't hate me? You don't think I'm a monster? Someone to fear?"
Gwaine scoffed and then turned serious.
"Merlin you could never be a monster. I have seen many in my travels and none come close to you. In fact there is no one more pure hearted that I know. And as for fearing you, as long as you promise me that you would never hurt us then I don't think
I have anything to fear."
Merlins grin slid off his face and a solemn look returned to his face.
"I swear that I would never use what I have for anything but what I believe is right. I am loyal to Arthur and I do everything to help him in anyway. I would give my life for himand for you, any of you."
At that moment Gwaine was struck by the fierce loyalty that the slight young man in front of him carried.
"Arthur is lucky to have you, my friend. One day he will come to realise what a unique and loyal man is serving him."
Gwaine coughed and said cheerfully, "anyway I think that's enough of this serious stuff. Show me some magic, I want to see what this sorcerer can do."
Merlin smiled and rolled his eyes.
"I'm not a sorcerer, Gwaine. I'm a warlock. I was born with magic instead of teaching it to myself. I've had it my entire life."
Well that was another shock to Gwaine. He had never heard of someone born with magic. Except for once when he was journeying to Arildas in the North. Without shelter he was forced to make camp with some travelers. It turned out that these travelers
were
in fact Druids, they told him stories and showed him their magic. One of the tales was of a powerful magician called Emrys. A child born with magic destined to become the greatest sorcerer of all time, to unite Albion and assist the once and future
/king. What if that man was Merlin? That was a question for another day. He'd had enough surprises already.
Finally Merlin agreed to preforming some magic. It had taken Gwaine a while to actually persuade him, Merlin could be quite stubborn when he wanted to be. Gwaine waited patiently as his friend thought. A smile graced Merlins lips and his stormy eyes filled
/with gold. Gwaine gasped in wonder as he saw a shimmering fiery dragon dancing around Merlins hands. Merlin chuckled and sent the dragon towards Gwaine. It weaved around the drunkard and Gwaine tentively reached out and touched it. Instead of being
/burned as he expected a light feeling of warmth and protection tingled at Gwaines fingers. The feeling of familiarity was there and Gwaine realised that this was Merlins magic. It was pure and beautiful and nothing that he had ever seen before. A
/laugh escaped him as the dragon flicked its tail at him. All too soon the fiery beast was gone. Gwaine looked up in confusion at Merlin only to see him shaking his head and shushing him. That was when the sound of a very annoyed kingreached
his ears.
"MERLIN. When I find you I will put you in the stocks for a week!"
Merlin winced and prepared himself for the worst as Arthur entered the stables.
"Ah hello. Is there something you wanted, sire?" The innocent voice did nothing to deter Arthur from his rampage.
"I have been searching for you for half and hour. What sorry excuse do you have for disappearing this time?"
Merlin shuffled his feet and glanced at Gwaine.
"Umm, well you see Gwaine came to find me and wanted to chat. I could hardly refuse a knight of Camelot could I?"
Arthur turned to glare at Gwaine. The man in question felt entirely wrongly accused and was prepared to say so.
"Me,princess? What have I done? Can't I have time to talk with my friends or is that not on my duties?"
Arthur rolled his eyes and sighed.
"For the last time Gwaine I am a king not a 'princess' and I would thank you if you acted like it. Come on, Merlin. You have a lot of chores."
Snickering at the look of indigance on Gwaines face Merlin scurried to the door after Arthur. With a last look at Gwaine and a "thank you" Merlin was gone. With a laugh Gwaine realised that he would never truly understand his friend. But that was
alright
because then it would be boring.
Thank you! That's it it's finished. Please please review and I hope you enjoyed. Another chapter will be up soon.
