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There was someone breathing on his neck.

Chapter 10

He slowly turned towards the guard that had silently moved from the door to him while he stupidly got a panic attack because of a piece of blue cloth.

It was a brown haired man, whose eyes were glazed over by the spell. His chillingly empty gaze bore into Sherlock's blue eyes.

The knight did not even blink once.

Sherlock inconspicuously took a step back, but the guard noticed – just his luck, this guard had an average IQ. He grabbed his arm and twisted it against his back.

Sherlock tried to free himself without hurting the possessed man, but he would not let go - everytime he tries to be comprehensive-, so he kicked him in the knees. The man let out a "oomph" as he let go of Sherlock. The prince turned around and tripped the man, who hit his head on the stone ground and was out cold instantly.

Sherlock pulled back his sleeves, grabbed the neckerchief that had fallen out of his cloak during the little commotion and put it again in his pocket.

Then he heard it.

There were people coming down the stairs.

He started to run back to the tunnel, not bothering anymore about being silent, but caught the glimpse of somehing on his right. He went back on his steps to look through in the cell. No one was to be seen.

He caught his breath.

But there was someone behind him – again.

He whipped around.

Morgana – guessing the mad-looking woman was the famous witch wasn't hard, you should have seen her smirk – was standing there, arms crossed. There was someone else leaning against the wall in the shadows, but Sherlock could not see his face.

He took out his sword and lunged forward, but before he could so much as step towards them both his arms were grabbed by behind him. He sighed

'Well, well, well, who have we got here?'

Before he could let out a witty remark of his, the man of the shadows stepped in the pale daylight. Sherlock's legs gave way under him and he would have collapsed if not for the iron grip of the men holding his arms. He was almost thankful.

'Isn't this Sherlock? Oh, dear, Mycroft sent his little wayward brother to Camelot without suspecting what awaited him there…Poor little Sherly.'

Moriarty.

For a moment, Sherlock was seven years old again, clutching his older brother's hand as his father choked on air. As he slowly agonized on the stone floor. As his face gradually took a horrible tint of grey, and his regal blue eyes lost their usual spark.

Sherlock shook himself out of his memories and let out a shudder. He did not look up, not daring to cross his cousin's stare. The mocking eyes would only bring back other painful memories, and make him lose his fragile hold on reality.

'I am not going to capture you, Sherlock. No, no, I have prepared a nice surprise for you, and I want you to get it yourself.'

Sherlock did not trust his voice to speak back. He was already concentrating on blocking his mind from going through another memory – he knew this time it would be about Merlin.

'Tick Tock, goes the clock, I have the two people you seek. Tick Tock, goes the clock, they'll die if you don't find them.'

Without further taunts, Morgana and Moriarty transported away.

Sherlock closed his eyes.

He inspired deeply and blocked out all remnants of the emotional shocks he had been subjected to in less than an hour. He would have to settle down somewhere and try to do something about his memories. But not now, he had a King – and apparently someone else? - to save.

He gathered his thoughts.

Arthur was held in Essetir. That much was blatantly obvious.

But who was the second person he supposedly sought? He would have to figure it out on his way to Essetir.

His attention shifted to reality.

The possessed men that had held him throughout his mad relative's speech were still twisting his arms behind his back. And they did not seem to be considering to move. He sighed.

Sherlock's right arm was held by the brown-haired knight that had first seen him – he had woken up remarkably quickly -, and his left arm by an old man in long red robes – the Court Physician.

Both men had an unnaturally strong grasp - Morgana's doing.

He kicked the young man to get away, with perhaps more strength than needed. Not that he particularly cared. Rough day.

The Knight mechanically let go off him after a few more blows and left without a word.

One done. Next.

Sherlock looked at the older man, whose hands were still firmly clamped on his arm. The elder was looking at him oddly, mouth agape, a dawn of recognition on his face. Sherlock frowned, and tried to remove the weird man's hands from his arm.

He touched the physician's hand.

The old man had magic – magic in Camelot, ah! Who would have thought?-, and his powers were seemingly reacting with Sherlock's abilities. He was breaking though the possession.

After a few more seconds, the Physician blinked away the eerie glaze in his eyes and stared at Sherlock in astonishment. He did not let go of his arm though, much to the prince's displeasure.

'Have I met you before?'

At that point it became obvious to Sherlock that that man would only make him lose precious seconds with his pointless questions.

'No. Now, if you would just let go of my arm and return to your patients?'

The man's eyebrows shot up at Sherlock's rudeness.

'You look familiar though. Must be the age. How did you escape Morgana's spell? How did you break it on me?'

Sherlock grumped.

'I could free you because you have magic. How I did it is none of your business.' He adopted a more regal stance and continued. 'Go heal people, and let me go.'

The man did not seem to believe Sherlock, but knew it was useless to press on the matter. He was about to let go of his arm – finally – but at the last moment bore his eyes in Sherlock's.

'When you free the King, don't leave his manservant behind, even if Arthur might want to go without him. Do not let the manservant behind. Please.'

Sherlock tried not to shudder - gods, that one knew how to be creepy -. Trying not to show his edginess, he shrugged.

'Alright. Whatever. Just leave and go do whatever you usually do. I will get the King and his manservant in Essetir – yes, Moriarty is holding them captive in his castle. I'll be back in less than five days with the both of them.'

The Court Physician looked a little relieved – Sherlock tried not to look offended at the lack of trust, but it was understandable. The man obviously cared from the manservant.

The elder finally released Sherlock from his magically enhanced iron grasp.

The Prince strode off without looking back - shudder -, wondering why the King's manservant had been captured instead of being possessed like everyone else. Odd.

He was still massaging his arms as he reached his horse. Without losing more time, he set off to Essetir. He would hopefully get there in one day. In the meantime, he had to think of a plan to avoid the trap Moriarty had set for him. And to find out who the second person he sought was – it could not be the manservant, could it?.

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