Shout outs first!
abitherabii: thank you very much! :D
majorbookluver: LOVE the name! and how fast you saw my story! XD I wish they had had him do something like that but alas...
I don't own Merlin. BBC, whose cheeky twats, do!
How what? With that statement echoing in this brain, the bandit leader couldn't remember, couldn't think of what he was to do after capturing the boy. He was supposed to return to Her with the boy. He remembered She had told him and his men what they were to do after ascertaining the objective, but when faced by a sword-wielding knight of Camelot, his resolve and thoughts had left him just like is ex-wife. He had been in the business for many a decade but never had he had such incompetent companies. The men She had given him seen as if their pervious quarry had mostly been frighten towns folk and weary travelers. The men had been so unequipped by the bandit life that he placed a silent prayer to the old gods for their safe passage into the next life.
That was his problem! He was going soft. He had been thinking of leaving the life, this was to be his last job.
"Nobody moves!" he hissed sharply, grabbing the attention of all of the knights. All eyes fell upon the King's manservant and the grungy marauder. The slight black man and the talk man with long blonde hair and a beard stayed as they were, in a ready position to attack if the need presented itself. The greatest reaction came from the slightest man with long dark hair and whiskers as he practically jumped at him but was quickly grabbed and held back by a giant of a man. The last knight had a head of neat blonde hair even after the fight and presented an air of authority and snobbier that made the bandit assume he was the King.
"Let's not get carried away. Put the man down" the blonde commanded, his voice sounding aloof but strong. He did hear an underlying panic underneath the strong image the King presented. Was it true, then? Did the King care for his manservant? He had never heard that type of conviction when he had raided the other nobles expect when it came towards their possessions. And with his thoughts wrapped around the relationship between King and servant, the bandit leader remembered the plan She had told him to execute once he had hold of the boy. In the mere seconds that had passed between grabbing the boy and remembering the plan, the raven hair boy had squirmed slightly towards the blonde and the extremely sharp knife, he notice, drawled a thin line of blood form the movement. As the red trickled down the boy's heck, the bandit could see the fire in the knights eyes spark. The one held by the giant redoubled his efforts to escape and wrench the boy from him as a string of curses and threat started to come from him. The light in the King's eyes burned brighter than his passionate friend.
That look made him freeze for a spit second. The boy, sensing his hesitation, slipped a little from his grasp and did escape from the knife against his throat. Dam he is quick! He shot out his hand holding the knife and connected with the boy as he shoved his other into to his pocket for the object She had given him. The Knights simultaneously reached out to the boy, but they were too far away. A load crack blasted through the trees as Merlin and the bandit were transported far away. The knights stumbled forward to where the two men had been. Arthur got to the place where his best friend had been moments ago and kneaded down to the ground. Something scarlet was there. Blood. Merlin's blood. And the Knights of the Around Table had no clue where he was.
SOOOO... What do ya'll think?! Review and give my ideas! I need them! majorbookluver's name gave me a GREAT idea for a Merlin story that I will write shortly but I need other ideas too! Please review! Please! yup...