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Okay, we'll I'm SO sorry for the delay…So I'm combing what was going to be two chapters! Hope you don't kill me! Haha alright enjoy!
Arthur was a prince.
Arthur had a lot of responsibility.
Arthur had things to do, places to go, and people to see.
Arthur needed to do these things to fulfill his duty as prince.
And Arthur needed his damn manservant to wake him up on time to accomplish these things.
So as of right now said prince was angrily throwing on his clothes and cussing under his breath.
"I'll kill him, I will KILL him!" The blond fumed and quickly fastened his leather boots which still needed to be polished.
Suddenly, a knock at the door nearly made him yelp with surprise.
Oh, NOW he gets here...that lazy dolt. Arthur thought angrily and straightened up and walked towards the door.
Just as he was about to scream at the person behind the door to get his ass in there, he suddenly thought of something.
Wait...Merlin doesn't knock...ESPECIALLY when he was late...
Frowning, Arthur stared at the door for a bit then finally said in a stiff voice: "Enter."
And a bit to his surprise, not-Merlin walked through his door with a tray full of food.
"Sire," The servant addressed bowing his head. "The cook informed me that your servant hadn't brought your breakfast this morning so she sent me to take it to you, Sire."
The servant waited until Arthur gave him the signal that it was okay to enter, then swiftly walked over to his table where he set the tray down along with a pitcher of water.
Bowing again, the brown haired boy straightened up and like all good servants asked: "Will there be anything else sire?"
The young prince stared for just a few more seconds thinking about where Merlin might have gone, then shook his head at the perfect servant.
"No, thank you. You're dismissed." He said at last and waved his hand.
"Sire." The boy said one more time the exited the room.
The young Pendragon frowned and shook his head again before staring at the food that was rapidly becoming room temperature.
That lazy oaf...a good day in the stocks should teach him not to be late... The Pendragon thought even though he knew he wouldn't do it.
Quenching the tad bit of worry that he always seemed to acquire when the words 'Merlin, gone, missing, or fight' popped up, he walked over to where a nice steaming hot breakfast awaited him.
He was going to give Merlin a very hard time when he saw him next...which was indeed going to be in the very near future.
...If only words had the power of action.
Gaius decided that if people didn't start knocking, he was indeed going to use Merlin's idea and post a sign outside his door that read:
KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING: NO MATTER THE CIRCUMSTANCE!
Gaius was happily working away at another one of Uther's tonics to help relieve the pain in his shoulder, wondering where Merlin could be with that herb that he needed, then suddenly the prince of Camelot comes BARGING into his room. Nearly giving the old physician a heart attack.
The sudden noise startled the old man so that his heart gave an unpleasant jump and all alarm systems to quickly set off in his mind. Gaius quickly turned to stare at the intruder, and after a second of determining that there was no immediate danger, he settled on giving the prince of Camelot a blank stare even though he was quite annoyed.
"Ah Gauis," The young man began.
"What can I do for you sire?" The old physician said blandly turning back to his work.
"I'm here to get Merlin." Arthur stated with a bit of irritation playing on his tongue. Before waiting for the other man's response, Arthur stomped down the steps and marched straight over to Merlin's room and slammed the door to his bedroom wide open.
"Sire, Merlin isn't here." Gaius said with a tad of worry as he leaned back in his chair to view the performance.
By the time the old man had said this Arthur had already scanned the room and concluded that by the lack-of-Merlin in his messy room, that his servant, was indeed, not there.
Glancing around one last time, just for the humor of it, Arthur turned back to Gaius and closed the door.
Arthur stepped down from the few steps and marched over to the other side of the room and turned to
Gaius. "Then where is he? He didn't wake me up this morning and I had to have another servant bring me my breakfast, and now because of that idiot, I'm going to be late to training with my knights!"
The blond prince angrily threw up his hands in the air and once again tried to squash the bit of worry that seemed to come as an extra bonus with his manservant.
"I thought Merlin was with you sire." The physician stated staring hard at the prince.
Arthur frowned at stared back. "I haven't seen him at all today Gaius."
"This morning he set out to gather an herb for me, I thought he returned, but went straight to work."
The old man's gaze shifted downwards and the worry in his eyes was evident.
They both knew this routine.
Considering that, they both knew what Arthur was going to say next was going to be completely different from what he was going to do next.
"Well, when that dolt comes back, send him to my chambers immediately." The young man shook his head and turned away and tried not to let the same worry he saw in Gaius's eyes reflect in his.
"Of course sire..." The physician trailed off as he watched the other man close the door behind him.
Something didn't feel right, and Gaius definitely knew that he wasn't the only one who felt that way.
Emrys...
Emrys...
Emrys...
The first thing that Merlin was aware of when he found the little strength he had to bring himself out of unconsciousness, was the fact that every single part of him felt like it had been worn down to the bear minimum and that he hurt...ALL over.
What...what had happened? Something seemed to be blocking out necessary information...he couldn't seem to grasp it. Everything was much too out of focus for him to even TRY to remember what had happened, so the young warlock decided he better try and at least find out if he could move.
At first when the young man tried to open his eyes, he immediately shut them again. A burning light, which he then assumed was fire, was too bright for him to handle at first. But after a few more moments, he tried again and this time managed to keep them open.
It took a little bit for his eyes to focus and clear the blurriness out of his vision, but he eventually got there and was genuinely confused at what he saw.
The first thing that appeared in his vision was the black of night and leaves...lots of leaves. Which left him with the conclusion that he was lying on the ground.
Deciding that he should probably try to get UP from the hard ground, the second thing the warlock realized was that his hands and feet were bound. In fact, they were bound so tightly he could hardly feel them anymore.
Great. He thought as he wiggled his numb fingers.
Even if he had wanted to, the warlock figured that he probably wouldn't even have been able to sit up from the ground. He was so weak that he was even having a hell of a time keeping his eyes open and his mind alert.
Which was why the thought of magic didn't enter his mind until this moment.
The minute the word magic entered his thoughts though, it seemed as if his whole body went numb and his mind tried to push him back under.
He fought it however, but was more than surprised by the reaction that his body had given.
Something wasn't right...
Try, try as he might, Merlin simply could not focus on his situation. He couldn't grasp the little thoughts that were floating around in his mind and it seemed every time he tried, they would scuttle away and become but small fragments.
It was rather irritating.
Sucking in a deep breath, the young warlock slowly turned his head so that he could view a bit more of his surrounding environment.
Apparently that movement had alerted someone else in the campsite.
Merlin watched, mind bleary, as the figure's head snapped towards him.
He could hardly make out the figure, his eyes simply refused to focus.
He did notice that the man, he assumed, got up and was making his way over to him.
"You're a fighter Emrys. This is the third time I've had to do this." The man said as he quickly approached him,
The words almost seemed to meld together, and Merlin could hardly make them out. He refused to let his mind drag him under.
He HAD to stay awake...his memories...memories were returning. Slowly, but they were! He remembered...a shiny object...then pain...LOTS of pain.
Merlin tried to suppress a groan as he failed to find it within himself to cast a spell...
"Oh, no. You've done that once, you're not doing it again." The figure above him spoke and Merlin could feel a mysterious loathing for the man flow into him.
He was nearly on the brink of remembering a simple spell when suddenly, something was pushed up against his face so that his nose and mouth were completely masked by a white cloth.
The minute the warlock breathed in, a sickly sweet scent washed through him and he felt his mind begin to succumb to an overwhelming amount of drowsiness. He tried to fight the drug, but his eyelids just refused to stay open, and soon enough he finally gave in to the dark world of unconsciousness.
...Emrys
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