"They're back!"
Amber looked up from her desk as Sara threw the door to her cambers open. She was on her feet in an instant, running after her friend to the courtyard to greet the travelers.
"Gwaine, Percival, Thralls," Amber panted when she'd reached them. She noticed they all looked beat and tired, and that a certain black-haired warlock wasn't with them. "What happened? Where's Merlin?"
The three knights cast unsure glances at each other as Amber waited for an answer. "We... We got into a battle in the valley of the fallen kings." Gwaine started, and Amber could feel her heart rate start to accelerate.
"There was nothing we could do." Percival took over the story. "They got to him before we did."
Amber felt like her knees were going to give out from underneath her. "What?" She whispered, utter disbelief in her voice.
"I'm sorry." Percival sighed.
"He's dead?" Sara breathed from beside Amber, speaking for the first time in that conversation.
"We don't know that for sure. We'd like to assume not until it's proven." Percival said solemnly.
"You left him?!" Amber demanded, a sudden burst of rage flooding through her.
"We had no choice-" Gwaine began, but Amber cut her off in her fit of anger.
"You left him there to die?! How could you?!" Amber screamed. "I can't believe you would abandon him like that!"
"We did everything we could to keep ourselves alive-" Gwaine began.
"You did shit!" Amber snarled, clenching her fists into balls and resisting the urge with all her might to punch the knight in the throat.
"Calm down, Amber." Sara whispered to her friend reassuringly, but it didn't do anything but make Amber angrier. She advanced toward Gwaine with every intention of pounding his face into his skull, but was restrained by Brodie who hadn't spoken a word that whole time.
"Let me go!" Amber screamed, thrashing around in an attempt to get the boy to release his grip on her.
"Calm down." Sara repeated softly.
"No! You left him! He's going to die and it's all your fault!" Amber screamed, tears now falling freely down her face.
After she'd thrown every curse word she knew at the three knights, she let herself cry with less restraint than before. Brodie wrapped his arms around her and she pushed against him for a moment longer, then gave up and let him comfort her as she cried into his shoulder.
"Wake up."
Merlin groaned, slowly opening his eyes to see a familiar head of black curls and a pair of daunting blue eyes staring down at him. He jolted upward, only to be forced back down down by the shackles around his wrists. "Why have you taken me here?" He asked groggily.
Michael straightened up and began to pace across the floor of the house unfamiliar to Merlin. "Because. You're the one she cares about the most. If I have you, I have her."
"She'll never come to you, she's not that stupid." Merlin spat as best as he could with the tiredness overpowering him.
"I know she won't come." Michael laughed bitterly. "And don't worry, you'll see her again."
Merlin began to feel uneasy. Obviously there was a catch, he wasn't just going to let him go. Michael picked up a book that Merlin immediately recognized. His spellbook! He felt his fury rising as Michael began flipping through the pages. "Really, I never would have thought that you, Miles Wyatt, of all people, were Merlin. What a waste of such powerful magical abilities." Michael said absentmindedly while reading through Merlin's spellbook. "You really should've kept this thing locked up better if you were hoping to keep it a secret."
Merlin began to pull at his chains, causing Michael to shoot him a look. "Knock it off, I paid good money for those! Well, actually, I stole them, but same thing, right?" he laughed as he closed the book and walked back over to Merlin, getting right in his face and making Merlin want to spit on him. "Any magic you use will be sent back at you twice as hard," Michael informed him. "I wouldn't risk it, but do as you please. It's not like it matters to me if you die. In fact, it'd be better on my part."
"So kill me." Merlin challenged, but his voice was so weak and tired that it sounded more like a plea.
Michael laughed at him. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? But, no, I'm not going to kill you. Not yet, anyway."
"So, what are you going to do to me, then?" Merlin asked, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.
"I guess you'll see." Michael smirked.
Michael raised his hand above Merlin, who shrank back as the boy began saying the words that caused the world to go black again.
"We have to go looking for him."
Sara looked up at Amber in shock. The queen of Camelot hadn't spoken a word since her verbal attack on the knights, so it was a surprise to Sara to have her talking again. It'd been a day and a half of her sulking around in her room, denying any help from Julie, or anyone for that matter. "We can't." Sara sighed, stabbing her fork into the chicken on her plate.
"We can't just leave him out there to die." Amber insisted.
"We don't know, he could escape." Sara muttered quietly, shoving her food into her mouth.
"We have to go!" Amber insisted, slamming her hands down on the table.
"We can't!" Sara said in the same tone.
"I'm not just going to let Michael have him without doing anything about it!" Amber demanded. "And if you don't want to come with me, I'll go alone!"
She stood up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. As she walked down the hall she crossed paths with Brodie.
"You're on a mission, I see." He raised an eyebrow as she stormed past him.
"Not the time, Thralls." she snapped, not stopping on her way.
Brodie turned and ran after her, lengthening his step to keep up with Amber as she all but ran down the hallway. "Where ya going?" He asked.
"To find Merlin." She answered, turning a corner sharply and nearly running Brodie into a wall.
He ran up to her again. "You really think they're gonna let you go?"
"They're not going to know." Amber muttered, running down the steps, into the courtyard and toward the stables.
"They will if I tell them." Brodie challenged.
"You do and I'll have you beheaded." she threatened without even looking at him. "I can do that here, you know."
"And I'm sure you would." Brodie rolled his eyes. "Just... Stay here, alright? I'll go out with Lance and Morgana, we'll find him and bring him back." Amber ignored him and threw the door to her horse's stall open. Brodie groaned, following her in. "You can't go. You have duties here. We'll find him, okay?"
Amber turned to face him, nearly smacking him with the saddle she was holding. "I'm going. End of story."
Brodie raised his eyebrow. "That sounds like a challenge."
"Let me out! You can't just lock me in the dungeons!"
hehhhehhehe that last part ily brodie
(((btw if u didn't understand it brodie locked amber in the dungeons to go out and look for merlin)))
welllllllll what's gonna happen when they find him (if they find him)?
also michael has a real county twang accent, he grew up in the Texas area for a little while in his past before moving to la, so he's a bit rough and tough yknow, he's also got two older brothers and one younger brother back home so he knows how to be aggressive to get his way, that's why he's so good at torturing and beating up poor lil old Merlin
but yeah he grew up on a farm so u can imagine him being strong and tough
Also i haven't been getting many reviews so I can't really tell if u guys like my story or not? I'm going with no because nobody is telling me otherwise and idk if people are even reading this? idk i really need feedback on this or else I'll never know if I need to improve on something y'know plus they make me happy and like this story has over 9k reads and only 19 reviews so idk I'm taking that as people aren't enjoying it but whatever I'm enjoying writing it even if it is 50% false facts and 50% improbable situations but may I direct you to the word fiction
that's about it I guess later
-notreallymagical