Heh. You must hate me. I'm so sorry I haven't updated but I'm determined to finish this now to start a new story 3

On first glance, Percival can look very intimidating with his bulging muscles and large height but he is a gentle giant. He held Gwaine delicately and rocked him side to side to calm him down as his cries racked through his body as he wept into Percival's chest. He'd lost everything. His home and his friends. He only had the knights left.

"I'm going to kill her!"Gwaine screamed in anguish. "I'm going to kill that vile bitch and make her suffer!"

"Calm yourself Gwaine. Arthurs our top priority right now. He's in a critical condition." Percival spoke softly. Gwaine wriggled himself out of Percival's arms and rushed to Arthur and picked him up gently, scolding himself for letting his emotions take over him at a time like this.

"I'll take Arthur to Gaius" Gwaine states.

"It'll be dangerous and Arthur doesn't have much time left." Leon asserted. Gwaine looked at him desperately.

"Then what do I do?"

"I am unsure," Leon claimed defeated.

"We have no other option, a dangerous option is by far better than no idea. At least he will have a chance if we try." Gwaine cried exasperatedly. The knights shared glances between each other.

"Alright but-"

Leon's sentence was cut short with Merlin bursting through the throne room doors panting with Uther closely behind him.

"Merlin!" The knights all exclaimed in chorus. In turn, he returned his signature goofy grin.

"Miss me?" He grinned.

"We thought you were dead." Elyan stuttered.

"Dead? No, I'm fine where did you get the idea I was dead?"

"Arthur told us." Elyan looked over at Arthur. Merlin followed where he was looking and his heart seemed to stop.

"Arthur!" Merlin cried as he ran to him. Gwaine lowered Arthur to the floor so Merlin could get a proper look at him. Uther followed and knelt beside his son.

"Brother!" Merlin sobbed as he held his hand over Arthur's chest. Uther looked upon his fallen son's body in shock and his tears dripped onto the floor.

Merlin cut away Arthurs t-shirt to look at the wound. Everyone knew the same fact but no one voiced their thoughts. Arthur would not survive this. Not losing hope just get Merlin unbuckled his chest plate and dropped it to the floor and pulled off his t-shirt. This act received hisses from the knights as they saw the damage that still covered Merlin's body. But he didn't care. He ripped his shirt to shreds and began wrapping the prince's chest.

"Merlin it's futile... There's only one option." Gwaine spoke quietly. Whilst the others did not know what this meant Merlin got the message. He would have to use magic. Merlin nodded to say he got the message and he looked up to his father. His father, the one who loathed magic more than anything.

"I'm deeply sorry father,"

Uther was both confused and touched as he did not know why Merlin was apologising but touched on how he called him father.

"Do not think too harshly of me."

Merlin laid both palms upon Arthur's wounds and began chanting his death wish.

"Ic þe þurhhæle þin licsare mid þam sundorcræftas þære ealdaþ æ!" As Merlin chanted, Morgana walked in with Bayard at her side. His eyes glared gold and Arthur's wound slowly started to heal over. Silence fell across the room as everyone watched as the wound fully closed and Arthur started to stir.

"Sorcerer!" Uther cried. The knights gazed at Merlin in betrayal.

"I-I can explain!" Merlin stammered.

"You wretched bastard!" Morgana shrieked. She thrust her hand at Merlin and used her magic to lift him up by his throat and Morgana stalked over to her prey. She clenched her fist and Merlin began to splutter and gasp for breath.

"How dare you. You have magic! I confided in you, I came to you when I was terrified of myself, of my magic and you pushed me away! That whole time I had magic and you never even helped me! This is all your fault, you let me fall into Morgause's hands where she corrupted me and turned me against Camelot. The death of everyone in Camelot is on your hand's Merlin. I always wondered how you always managed to save Camelot," Morgana turned to Uther. "So your son and your daughter are both sorcerers. But the difference is your son watched over Arthur and Camelot like a guardian angel saving it many times but I bet you will still condemn him to death. Oh well, not as if that bothers me."

Black dots danced across Merlin's eyes threatening him to fall into unconsciousness, an abyss where he wouldn't be able to protect his friends. He raised his hand and threw Morgana away from him and everyone else with the strength he had left.

There was a crack as Morgana's head hit the wall and the grip around Merlin's neck faded and he fell to the floor.

"Merlin!"

Gwaine sprinted over to his best friend and lifted his head off the floor onto his lap.

"Is A-Arthur okay?" Merlin murmured. Gwaine chuckled at his friend's antics.

"He's okay thanks to you." Gwaine turned Merlin to face Arthur who was starting to sit up.

"No one will see it that way." Merlin held his throat and looked away from the others.

"F-Father you're alive!" Arthur blurted out. He laughed and hugged his father tightly. "What about Merlin?"

Uther didn't answer but just held his son.

Bayard looked up from tending to Morgana and drew his sword before making a beeline for Merlin. Gwaine noticed this and drew his sword and stood over Merlin.

"Get out of my way!" Bayard swung at Gwaine which Gwaine easily deflected. Arthur's gaze shot to Gwaine and to Merlin behind him.

"Merlin!" Arthur grinned and stumbled to his feet. Merlin looked around Gwaine's legs and looked up at Arthur with fear in his eyes. Arthurs brows furrowed and he staggered over to him.

"You're not touching my friend," Gwaine growled and attacked Bayard. Arthur weaved around the fighting pair and helped Merlin to his feet.

"Are you okay?" Arthur asked with worry lacing his tone. Merlin just nodded and let Arthur support his weight. Merlin looked where Morgana was slumped on the floor and saw the knights restraining her.

"You know all the pain from my chest is gone and I feel absolutely fine." Arthur chuckled. He really is a dollophead, Merlin shook his head and went to Uther with Arthurs help. Merlin stumbled as Arthur came to a halt suddenly after seeing Uther's face filled with disgust.

"Don't bring the sorcerer near me."

Something in Arthur seemed to click and he looked down to his chest and unravelled the bandages. His skin was unmarked. His head shot up to look at Merlin.

"You did this?" Arthur whispered. His voice sounded broken and betrayed which hurt Merlin to the bone.

He nodded. "I'm a sorcerer, I have magic."

Thank you for staying with me even though I left the series on hiatus for way to long. Hope you enjoyed.