Hi again readers,
another chapter for you...can thou thinketh what happens next? disclaimer cos I don't own this. Read and èñjøŷ.
The boy's face paled, and he blinked. The fog spiralled like a hurricane around him, and suddenly a force blew him back. Disorientated, he lay on the misted floor. He tried to sit up, but his eyes widened when a dark silhouette in front of him stood, and kicked his ribs. Merlin groaned, and the figure kept kicking until the warlock spat out blood.
The voice laughed, still unnaturally low, but obviously coming from the shadow's mouth.
"The mighty Emrys..." it smirked. "At my feet...at my...mercy..."
Merlin gasped, and shook his head before saying, "I will not let you hurt Arthur."
The figure dissolved back into the fog, and Merlin scrambled to his feet. Raising his hands, he bellowed:
" PROSM TOHWEORFE!"
Again, the mist did not clear, but became thicker, suffocating Merlin, and he fell to his knees again, his magic drained. He glared defiantly in front of him.
"As you are so eager..." smirked the voice, "Then I will tell you how you can spare his life, but I will not tell you exactly..."
"Enlighten me," snarled the warlock.
"You will be attacked. The attackers are intent on killing Arthur. But only one life will be taken. Only one. The death must be performed by my men's sword. They will leave you alone, Emrys. Only Arthur will be target..."
The voice laughed, and the fog flew with rapid speed towards Merlin. The force picked him off his feet, and he slammed into the ground.
"Merlin!"
Arthur rushed over, and knelt by his friend's side.
"You're hurt!"
Merlin grinned, and said cheekily (yet weakly), "I am hurt, Sire, because I don't have the extra padding on my backside."
Arthur rolled his eyes, before helping the warlock up. He stumbled, and fell into Arthur, who caught him.
"Being a girl again, Merlin?" Arthur teased, but real worry was bubbling in his stomach. Merlin coughed blood, and Arthur supported him back to the alive part of the forest.
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