Hey all! How are you doing? First story, first-time author… first everything. Pretty cool. Okay so seasons 1 to 3 do happen. Lancelot lives. Morgause lives. No Gwen and Lancelot affair. Morgana and Mordred are happy people living happy lives in Camelot. Nobody hates each other, magic is regulated (because there is such thing as dark magic), and everything is swell. Except for Agravaine. He's dead. And Uther. He's dead too. Merlin is Court Sorcerer with Morgana as Court Sorceress because I like that. Sorry for any possible grammatical errors and/or formatting issues. I tried. Hope my rambling makes sense. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Merlin. Just borrowing the characters for my plot.
The silent dungeons were enormous. Merlin was on high alert, ready to face any attackers with magic. But there were none. It was as if they wanted him to continue his venture. He shook his head. He needed to focus. Finding Arthur was the main priority. Escaping was second. All the knights were split up when they entered the enemy castle, and they were immediately greeted by six tunnels. Each tunnel could lead to their king and there were only six of them. Leon took the left, Lancelot the second, Elyan the third, Percival the fourth, Merlin the fifth, and Gwaine the right tunnel. Gwaine had volunteered to go with Merlin, but in the end, they chose their own paths. There was no time to waste and no tunnel could not go unexplored. Even after Camelot found out about Merlin's magic, they still treated him like a child.
He crept forward, attentive to every sound and creak. It was quiet, but to Merlin, his mind vividly imagined Arthur in every gruesome condition possible. His thoughts were always the loudest among the noise. Arthur needed to be alright and alive. He needed him to be.
Merlin found Arthur in a cell, hunched up and shivering. It was cold and damp and Merlin loathed Arthur's captors with a deep dark passion despite no physical evidence of torture. With his magic, he opened the cell door with little fuss. He approached his king and crouched down. Arthur's face was pale and sweating. His once golden blonde hair was almost stark white. He was wearing dented armor, which was odd in Merlin's mind, but he didn't care. All the while, Arthur was muttering nonsense. Merlin's heart twisted.
"Arthur?"
At the sound of Merlin's voice, Arthur smiled, eyes closed, and his teeth still chattering. He slurred slightly, "Merlin."
"What did they do to you?"
The king went back to his half slumber and muttered, "Tired. So tired."
Shakily, Merlin lifted Arthur's chin and inspected every possible inch of Arthur, as long as he didn't move him too much. There could be internal wounds or hidden scars. Moving the injured body would be unwise. After inspection, Merlin concluded nothing physical was too appalling, except for a few bruises and some cuts. Otherwise, Arthur was fine. For now.
"Let's go find the knights," Merlin whispered, choking back his tears and anger. "We're going home."
The king smiled lazily, "Can't go home yet." He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Why not?" He tried to lift one of Arthur's arms. All he felt was skin and bones and Merlin's magic singed with hate for whoever was responsible for kidnapping Arthur. Whoever they were, they were going to pay.
Arthur's head raised a tiny fraction and opened his eyes. The warlock saw that Arthur's eyes were the color of glassy silver. "Because I'm not really here, Merlin. I'mma part of Arthur Pendragon's soul."
Yeah… so that's cool. I write short chapters because long chapters make me lose inspiration and motivation. There will be no torture in the story. I repeat: no emotional/physical/mental or any kind of torture. I don't hurt my characters like that. Okay, except for unrealistic scenarios like tearing up one's soul.