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Bad Day
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
Bad Day by Daniel Powter
Merlin knew that everyone had bad days. He had them all the time. But they were usually because Arthur was having a bad day and pushing his mood on him.
The morning had just gone from bad to worse. Arthur was blaming Merlin for the reason he was late this morning because Arthur didn't get up the first time he woke him. Now it was his fault because they had so much to do before the Sarrum turned up.
"MERLIN!" Arthur shouted down the corridor.
Merlin sighed and muttered prat under his breath before turning and walking down the corridor towards Arthur. "Yes?"
"Where the hell have you been half the day? There is some much to do and you are here loitering about. I don't have a clean tunic and the Sarrum is suppose to be here soon. How am I meant to met him looking like this?"
Merlin opened his mouth to tell him that he hadn't been loitering around when Gwen joined the conversation.
"The Sarrum has been spotted. We should really be there to great him."
Arthur huffed. "Sort it Merlin." He stormed off but Merlin knew that he was grumbling about him.
Gwen have him a smile. "You know he doesn't mean it. He has always been like it. I don't know how you have put up with it for so long."
"I know." Merlin knew the reason he put up with it for so long. The destiny that the both shared was the only thing that kept him in Camelot. He could see that the world his destiny talked about was so close to becoming a reality but also so far away.
"He is under a lot of pressure at the moment."
"I know." He repeated.
Merlin had spent the rest of the day washing as many of Arthur's clothes as possible. He knew that he would be shouted at for disappearing but it meant that he was out of the way for now. Any anger that Arthur was expressing wasn't aimed at him.
It was hard and sometimes he couldn't see the man that Arthur was meant to become, even after all these years of being at his side. Sometimes the arrogant brat would return and Merlin hated it when he was in that mood.
He had left the rest of the clothes in the kitchen to dry and used his magic just to make one of them dry enough to wear. By the time he had got it to the other side of the castle, it would have dried properly. Merlin smiled at his handwork before jogging up the stairs into the main part of the castle.
He swerved around the servants as they tried to get everything prepared for the feast that night. Merlin actually hated other people visiting. It just made him more self-conscious about himself and his magic. Over the years, he had been using his magic more openly. No one ever seemed to notice, other than Lancelot.
He sighed. Poor Lancelot. He thought.
He had let his eye off the ball for only a few moments but it meant that he collided with one of the servants who was carrying a jug of wine. He groaned at the déjà vu he was experiencing. He bundled the tunic up and carried on walking until he reached an empty corridor.
He had to sort this he couldn't allow Arthur to have something else to shout at him for. He checked the corridor one last time before muttering the spell underneath his breath. He smiled as the wine disappeared and sighed with relief.
A hand came down heavily on his shoulder and he felt the shoulder of his jacket be scrunched up in his grip.
Merlin cursed himself as the Sarrum and his guards dragged him down the familiar corridors towards Arthur's chambers.
He wondered how he was going to get himself out of this one. Hopefully Arthur would just laugh it off like all the other times. Tell the Sarrum that there is no chance that he would have magic.
He didn't struggle as they entered the chambers and tried to comfortably stand in between the two guards.
"What's going on? I see you have found my manservant." Arthur joked.
"I am sorry Milord but your manservant has been seen using magic."
Arthur's lips rose up into a smile. "Merlin. Magic. This is madness. I have known Merlin for a very long time and I can assure you, if he had magic, he wouldn't have been able to keep it from me. He is one of the most clumsy people I know. He would have accidentally exposed himself many years ago if that was the case. I would know if he had magic."
"Really?" The Sarrum said. "Let's put that to the test."
He took a pouch off his belt and slipped the contents out into his palm. Merlin saw the stone that he held and he was sure he had seen something similar once before. It gave off a soft amber glow.
The Sarrum chuckled. "This only glows when it reacts with magic. Someone in this room has very strong magic indeed. I have never seen it glow in my palm before."
He turned to Merlin and nodding to the guards to let him go. He walked up to him and forced his palm up, the stone getting brighter the closer he got to him. Merlin was forced to hold the stone, his magic happily mixing with the magic in the stone.
"No magic can hide from this. A high priestess made it for me before I killed her. Something so I would always know where magic was. I have never seen it so bright before. He has been deceiving you Arthur. He has hid in plain sight. You have let him in and trusted him. I think it is time for him to stop. I know that you must be close to him. I can take care of him if you want."
Merlin stared at Arthur. He still had his grip on the stone.
He wouldn't believe the Sarrum. Would he?
He wouldn't let the Sarrum take him. Would he?
