Holy smokes. How the heck did I get to chapter ten so soon? I remember writing about Merlin getting arrested, but was that really that long ago?
I should explain something that formerlyknownasyay asked me, and I don't think I can make it clear in the story, why Mordred was lying to Morgana. Well, guys, he was lying to her because if he told her who Emrys truly was, she'd spend her time looking for someone who was banished versus taking the time to steal the throne and kill Arthur.
Well, I am glad to say that you guys are getting the tenth chapter.
There is plenty more to come, and this is only the start. I could hand you the plot summary and it wouldn't be more than a third of the way through I don't think.
Long story... I know, and I know this chapter took a while to get up, But I'll try to keep update in between times short.
Thanks for all the reviews follows and favorites, it means a lot and encourages me to continue writing.
Here's the tenth chapter.
Frui!

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Chapter ten- Apprentice

Gaius had given it deep thought, and had decided to leave the day after he arrived, deciding that Hunith only had a sickness that would pass over soon, and decided that she just needed some rest with a few small remedies to help, and, after giving Merlin a long lecture about not using his magic (as if he ever listened before) and acting only as a Physician's apprentice and not openly insult the King.
Drinn was seething with irritation, very annoyed at the very fact that Agnien was coming along, it was just another annoying add on to the list that was going on within the castle. Now, not only does Arthur hardly notice him, the knights rarely ever acknowledged him, and Gwaine, he hasn't once gave him a glance without being full on drunk, and those were filled with venom and hate.
Drinn still beat himself up over what had happened. Him arresting Merlin didn't turn out as well as he thought. He had heard of the king's spoiled brat-like behavior when he was a kid, and an early teen, but the King who knighted him was a totally different person than that pompous brat that everyone was disapproving of. After Merlin's banishment, though, Arthur spent all his time thinking and brooding when he thought no one was paying attention.
Drinn had concluded that it had to have been Merlin that had caused that change. How, though, he could not fathom. Merlin had just been a simple manservant, just a lowly slave. He flinched as he thought that, waiting for Gaius to bring Agnien out of Hunith's home so they could just go back to the castle. The memory of seeing Gwaine, drunk, just a day after Merlin was gone. He recalled back to the night Gwaine had flipped out.

' "Hey, Drinn." Leon said, walking up to the castle as Drinn was heading to the tavern. Drinn looked up at him in response. He saw the fatigue in the elder man's eyes.
"Heading back from the tavern?" Drinn asked. The knight nodded, looking somewhat even more worn out.
"You're heading there I take it?" Leon asked, knowing the answer.
"Of course." Drinn said simply, Leon shifting so he was looking Drinn right in the eye. He saw a glint of something similar to pity in the man's eyes. It had sent chills down Drinn's spine.
"Drinn, what you did," Leon started, his face grim, "I don't believe many people, many knights, appreciated." The warning was clear enough, or so Drinn believed. He was entirely wrong.
The moment he was spotted in the Tavern, he knew he should have taken Leon's words to heart. The majority of the knights were just chatting away, but there was one group in the room that seemed to be completely brooding, a dark haired knight Drinn recognised as being the one to explode in front of everyone when he had brought Merlin in.
The knight with the darker skin put his head in his hands with a sigh, the dark haired one clearly wasted entirely. The bigger, more silent of the group was watching the man with concern. It was when the drunk saw Drinn that everything was let loose.
"Gwaine-" The dark skinned knight stood, eyeing the knight whose expression had frozen in bitter hate and irritation, his eyes locked onto Drinn's.
"Elyan, I'm going to kill him." Gwaine had said, his voice slurred as he took a step towards Drinn. He stumbled, almost falling down entirely. Elyan caught him, helping him stand.
"Gwaine, leave him be." The bigger one said, clasping his friend's shoulder.
"Percival-"
"He's drunk, don't mind him." Elyan snapped at Drinn, the same look of hate and bitterness that he had somewhat detected in Leon's eyes, though the emotions were more clear in these knight's eyes than anything.
Gwaine broke away from the two, trying to clumsily walk over to Drinn, swinging a really horrible throw, missing Drinn's head and instead overshooting and nailing his shoulder. Drinn stepped back, taken by surprise as he looked at the other two knights. They had just sat by.
"What the hell guys?" Drinn snapped at them.
"Donyoevmtr-" Percival stepped up, grabbing Gwaine as Gwaine tried going to punch Drinn again.
"Listen to me, Gwaine," Percival said, "No good can come out of this, he's already gone." Drinn saw pain flash across Gwaine's face, quickly replaced with fury. He appeared somewhat somber, being snapped into reality.
"Listen, Drinn, you're lucky I don't run you through right now dammit." Gwaine snapped, "I'd love to have you dead at your feet for what you've done. He wasn't a bad person, he didn't do anything wrong ever!" Gwaine pulled against Percival's grip, but in his drunken state he couldn't shake it.
"Gwaine-"
"He has no damn place to go out there, no friends, no family-" Gwaine had the whole tavern silent, all of them watching Gwaine's episode. His episode's were well known, but this one topped them all. It wasn't his playful banter with someone else, a challenge in name calling or a small dispute on what should be done, never was he truly on a rampage.
"He won't be able to ever go back to his home town for it's too close to Camelot and our men are there often!" Elyan had sat back down, watching the knight as he took out everything on Drinn. "You just had to arrest him, you just had to feel you could be the good guy for once, to prove your worth to the King? It's a mistake, you've caused this-this horrible-"
Drinn was shocked entirely, unsure of how to react. Everyone had stopped to listen and watch. Drinn looked at the pain, the anger and hate, in Gwaine's eyes. He couldn't understand why Percival was holding him back. Clearly he felt the same way. There was something about the way Gwaine just broke that made him wonder who Merlin had been to them, and if Gwaine and Merlin had been closer than just close friends. There was no way of telling, but the thought still stuck with him.
"He was a traitor and deceived us." Drinn snapped coldly. Gwaine was glaring daggers at him.
"He might have lied and deceived us." Gwaine spat out. "But he was and always will be the most loyal to the King and Camelot."
"Sorcerers have long attacked the King." Drinn said. "He's just one of those sorcerers with patience."
That was when he felt himself falling backwards onto a table, looking up at the person who punched him, completely shocked that it wasn't Gwaine. Percival stood over Drinn, a scowl on his face, his fist clenched. He felt the atmosphere tense in the room as everyone realised how bad the situation was. Drinn felt blood run down from his nose and he scowled, looking over at Gwaine, who was looking at Percival with pure surprise in his eyes.
Drinn realised just how far he had crossed the line, for it slowly crossed his mind that this wasn't something that often happened when Percival's low and quiet voice pierced the silence.
"If you say one more word, you'll have to deal with me." He growled, "You arrested a man who had not one single mean bone in his body, and definitely never once had any desire to kill the King." Drinn felt the blood drain from his face as he nodded silently, Percival going to the drunken Gwaine and leading him out of the tavern. They hadn't acknowledged him since. For four years Gwaine hasn't forgiven him. '

Drinn snapped into reality when Gaius and the boy came outside with their stuff, the boy carrying hardly anything on him despite the fact he was moving into the castle. Drinn cocked his head slightly, then quickly jumped onto his horse, the others following close behind as they left for Camelot.