Hello, hello, hello! I'm not sure how good this chapter is. I'll continue it if you want me to. I do not own Merlin.
Arthur stared wide-eyed out his chamber window at the rising column of thick black smoke ascending from the courtyard where the stables were located.
Arthur had told Merlin to muck out the stables.
That was thirty minutes ago. It never took him less than an hour.
Oh, crap, no! thought Arthur.
Arthur ran as if a pack of wyverns were on his tail, but to him he couldn't move fast enough.
He entered the courtyard and saw dozens of knights and servants with buckets of water working to put out to flames, but no sign of his servant.
"MERLIN!"