Hey guys! So, I know I haven't updated in a while and I just finished watching s5 e11. Its all picking up now eh? Sorry about how short it is but I want to update and now I can start on longer, more interesting Chapters. Enjoy! And let me know what you think in the reviews, and tell me what you thought of the latest episodes!

-TragedicMerlin

Arthur could honestly tell you he had never been scared of Merlin until now. He could see the servant's frame shaking with anger, and a murderous glint, so terrifying, so icy had everyone in the vicinity step back. Arthur had to find out what was wrong though.

"M..Merlin, what is it? What's got you so angry?"

If Merlin had heard Arthur through the rage, he ignored him. Instead, he turned to the guard who had given him the message and asked in a cold, uncaring voice, which Arthur thought didn't suit the normally cheery and carefree Merlin.

"How did the mercenaries capture the nobles? I thought most of them were already here."

The guard was nervous as he replied "They were, but as is tradition, they are all taken to the eastern gate, where they parade through the city before reaching the citadel. Coming here first is just protocol, so we know everyone is here."

Merlin nodded, showing he understood. He turned round, heading in the direction of the armoury. He screwed the letter up in his hand and threw it into the fire. Waiting until after Merlin had turned the corner, Arthur dashed to the fire and pulled the letter out, which had mercifully remained untouched by the flames.

Opening it out, Arthur began to read:

Merlin, my old friend,

Its taken me eight years to find you. Eight years. We've suffered severe setbacks since you left us. The king shuns us in favour of The Shrouded Hands. So, this is why we have arrived here, in your kingdom. We need you back. And to, encourage, you, we have kidnapped the nobles and will only release them after you come back to us. And, Merlin, I miss you so much. Everyday I think about you, and long for you to be back. So Merlin, we will wait for you, by the ruins of the halls of lucien. I know you'll come.

I look forward to it,

Gavin.

Arthur frowned. Who was Gavin, and why did he say he missed Merlin and looked forward to seeing him again? He began walking to the armoury, when Merlin bumped into him. Merlin looked at him with anger in his eyes, and Arthur realised he still held the note in his hand. Merlin, who eyes briefly flashed with hurt before his emotions were hidden under a mask, took a step back and turned to pick up the sword he had dropped. Before he could leave however, Arthur grabbed his arm and asked softly;

"Merlin please, what's wrong? Can you not tell me who Gavin is, and why he has attacked my Kingdom?"

Merlin laughed, a hollow laugh which unnerved Arthur, before replying;

"They are here because before I came to Camelot, I knew them, and that is all you need to know. And Gavin.. well, all you need to know about him is that he will soon be dead."

And with that, Merlin turned on his heel and walked away, leaving a confused Arthur behind. He stood there in thought before following after Merlin. Angry or not, Arthur would not allow Merlin to face trained Mercenaries alone.

He caught up with Merlin by the main entrance to the castle, and was shocked to see Merlin was wearing what appeared to be a light metal plate armour, and despite his wishes, a single thought picked itself from Arthur's head.

Merlin looks really good in that.

And indeed he did, it really showed off Merlin's muscular physique, which surprised Arthur, as he didn't know Merlin was that fit. He had always thought of him as scrawny, but this armour proved him wrong.

"Merlin! What on earth do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm going to save the nobles, obviously."

Arthur really didn't like this new Merlin, he looked too good in armour and he carried several weapons. A claymore and a bow, with a full quiver, were vying with each other for position on his back, and once Merlin tilted them to the left and right respectively, just protruding over his shoulder, it looked even better. And that wasn't all.

There were two longswords strapped to both of his hips, as well as a shortsword on his left hip and two daggers on his right. Attached to the bottom of his back, lying on their sides, were two swords, with grips on both the left and right, were swords that Arthur did not recognise. Racking his brain, he realised they were Katanas, blades found only in the far east.

The blades were beautifully curved and the grips decorated with two golden dragons entwining, on a blue silk background. Arthur briefly wondered how Merlin had acquired them, before noticing more daggers strapped to his boots. Merlin was ready to kill.