Title: The legend of a Warlock who Served the Once and Future King

Author: Lamiabellascrittore

Rating: T+

Warnings: Violence, sexual content, adult situations and more- deal with it. There is more to come.

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, or any of the characters. If I did there would be a season six, seven, eight, and so on, and a movie, of course.

Spoilers: Possibly.

Summary: Merlin and Arthur go on a mission that was supposed to be strictly reconnaissance. However, nothing ever goes as planned, and they get separated. Merlin is kidnapped by Morgana and Arthur must find a way to rescue his ever loyal servant. But, will Arthur still save Merlin after he learns Merlin has magic? This story is building up to the battle of Camlann. There most likely will be a sequel if you all want.

A/N: Okay, so this is my first Published Fan Fiction. Please read and review.

If you liked it I will continue. Please be kind. ;) The more you review the more likely it is that I will continue this story and more. Sorry for any errors, it becomes difficult after editing it so many times. It becomes a lot like a word repeated over and over again until it no longer makes any sense.

Okay. New A/N: So the story is going to get darker. Sorry. Can't help it. I like the dark sexy stuff. It will most likely get more intense.

Common people give me some love and review. 3

I hope you enjoy...

Chapter Three:

Just Survive Somehow

"What?" Arthur said, half way getting to his feet, while at the same time reaching for his sword. Merlin didn't give him the chance. The moment he cleared the fire and landed on his feet- he was rushing Arthur.

"Get down." Merlin shouted and shoved Arthur to the ground, just as the arrow that was aimed for Arthur's neck lodged firmly in the tree behind him instead, and only scratched the Kings left shoulder, another quickly fallowed and nearly skewered Merlin to the tree, and it really would have if he hadn't dodged at the last second. Only his quick movement left him unbalanced and he fell back tripping on the roots of the tree they were leaning against with a curse; more and more arrows barreled towards them.

"Merlin!" Arthur yelled, looking for his manservant.

"Get to cover, you dolt." Merlin hollered through a clenched jaw. A sudden pain in his lower back and abdomen made him groan; when he fell he must have been struck with a stray crossbow bolt.

Just my luck, he growled internally. Still, he shoved the pain aside as best he could, got to his feet and shoved at Arthur. Trying to get him to move behind the tree. The stubborn ass was gonna get himself shot with his stupid heroics.

"I'm fine, Arthur." Merlin grunted as he sat up against the tree. "I just tripped." The lie rolled effortlessly from his lips, if only to spare him Arthur's fussing.

Merlin and Arthur waited behind the tree, panting. The Arrows finally stopped, but the low murmurs didn't. Letting them know that they were still there. Arthur looked around the tree to try to see how many men there were.

While Arthur counted the enemies Merlin reached behind himself and grabbed the arrow head sticking out of his lower back. With a jerk of his hand he snapped the shaft in half. Merlin grit his teeth against the wave of pain that made the sides of his vision dim briefly and his head sing with pain. He put the arrow head in his pocket. It might be of some use. There were plenty of times when he and Arthur had been trapped and he would have given his left nut for any kind of weapon, and the bolts arrow head and three inches of the arrows shaft was small enough to keep on him at all times.

He put his mouth in the crook of his arm and gripped the feather end of the bolt and tugged it out of his side with a muffled gasp of pain and a gush of blood. His teeth briefly bit into his forearm to help tolerate the blinding pain. He placed both of his hand over the wound and looked at Arthur. He was still distracted, looking the other way, searching for more bandits, looking for an escape. While Arthur was busy Merlin tore off part of the kings cape, making two strips of Pendragon red cloth and tied them quickly around his waist. He ripped off another piece before tending to the king who was still watching Morgana's men swarm around them. Merlin had counted nine before they had to get to cover. He hoped no more would come to the Saxons aid.

"Were surrounded," Arthur said dejectedly, kneeling back beside him.

"Excellent. We can attack in any direction." Merlin said seriously. He got to his knee and wrapped a strip of cloth around Arthur shoulder. Merlin tugged it tight. It made Arthur groan and grit his teeth.

"I love you're optimism." Arthur muttered. He shook his head at his servant's antics. He was less a servant and more of a younger brother to Arthur; a brother in every way but blood.

"Where were you hit?" Arthur asked eying him carefully. Merlin stealthily had his jacket closed over his makeshift bandage, so he knew Arthur couldn't see if he really was injured so he just shook his head.

"Me? Nah. They had horrible aim." Merlin waived off the kings concern. That was the last thing the king needed was to get himself killed trying to save a servant.

"Merlin, your a terrible lair."

"I'm fine, Arthur." Merlin said in a tone that clearly said, leave it alone. Arthur knew Merlin was shot, he saw the arrow go into him with a sickly squelch, he just didn't know why Merlin would hide it.

"Stay here, there are too many of them. I'll draw them away." Merlin said, determined to keep Arthur out of harm's way. He went to stand up, but the world tilted and he felt like he was spinning around and around. Blindly he reached out to catch himself so he wound crash to the ground. A strong hand gripped Merlin's arm, steadying him before tugging him down beck be side him.

"Oh, man. Got up to fast." Merlin mumbled.

"What are you doing, are you crazy? How the hell are you going to lead them away from me? They will just split us up and we will be that much more dead."

"That much more dead? Really, Arthur." Merlin said, somewhere between exasperation and amusement, as he waited for the black dots to stop hindering his vision. He shook his head and grinned at Arthur.

"I'm serious." Arthur exclaimed. Hissing lowly, remembering he could be heard.

"Let me deal with that, you just wait here and don't move. Whatever you hear, what ever happens, don't move."

"No, we should fight. Both of us."

"No, I'm just a servant and your the King." Merlin whispered. " You need to live above all else."

"How the hell are you going to fight? You were shot by an arrow!"

"Yes. I know, I felt it." Merlin said blankly. Arthur tossed up his hands in aggravation. Merlin sighed as if he had the whole world on his shoulders, and he did, the fate of Camelot was in their hands.

"Weather we both fight, or we both run, what are you going to do if they catch you?" Merlin demanded, resigned to the fact that whatever they choose to do, they did together. "You're not at your best and you didn't even bring any knights." Merlin pointed out. He was afraid for Arthur and it came out as anger towards him.

"I know. Your right. It was foolish to come out here without any backup." Arthur sighed.

"Well, that doesn't help us now does it." Merlin said irritated. He shifted positions to relieve the pain of the wound.

"Merlin," Arthur said dangerously

"Shut up?" Merlin suggested, Mirth dancing in his eyes.

"Yes."

"I think we should make a run for it, then." Arthur finally broke the short silence as they listened to the Saxons organized chaos.

"The longer we sit here waiting for them to come get us, the less of a chance we have at escape."

Merlin peeked around the tree once more. There were five of the nine who originally attacked. Briefly he wondered where the other four went but couldn't bring himself to dwell on it.

"Okay. We run." Merlin said and turned to Arthur. Hopping that he understood the significance of his next words. "But Arthur, don't stop. Not for anything, not even me." He paused, waiting for him to nod his agreement. But he didn't. Arthur opened his mouth to object, but Merlin cut him off. "No, Arthur. No matter what happens, no matter what you hear, promise me you will keep running." Merlin took a deep breath. "Your life is worth a hundred of mine. I'm just a servant, and you are the king, and the kingdom needs you to stay alive."

"Merlin. I need you to stay alive. The kingdom would be nothing without your constant council. Your not just a servant, you are a dear and loyal friend."

A dear and loyal friend, it almost hurt to hear him say that. Arthur probably wouldn't have said that if he knew all that Merlin has done, and will have to do if Camelot and Arthur is to survive. Some part of Merlin feared that if Arthur knew all of his secrets- he would hate him.

"Just..." Merlin took another deep breath, paused and released it in deep sigh. "Survive somehow, Arthur. Just survive." He said seriously. He then nudge Arthur, nodding at him to run. With out anymore prodding, Arthur turned and ran, Merlin not far behind.

Arthur ran for all he was worth, never slowing, never turning around just as he promised Merlin. Even if he felt like the biggest jackass in the world. He kept going. Even when he noticed the lack of Merlin's footsteps crashing behind him. He started to slow, but a voice, sounding strangely like Merlin, urged him faster. Arthur's inner voice shouted at him to keep going. That's odd, when did his inner voice start to sound like Merlin?

Arthur sped back up, determined to get to Camelot. He ran faster than he ever has, at least while weighed down with weapons and armor.

It wasn't long before he heard shouts and horses up ahead of him.

Arthur crouched down behind a large rotten log. His heart beat wildly, trying its hardest to break free from his chest. His breath tore in and out of his lungs in light white clouds, burning his parched throat, and covered in a sheen of sweat, making him shiver. The bitter early winter air didn't make anything easier, it stung his lungs like salt to an open wound.

He watched Morgana's men stop and start making camp. He caught snippets of words that didn't really make any sense other than pointing out that Arthur was the pray they were after. Not once had they mentioned Merlin. Which kind of made Arthur's worry increase. Were they not looking for Merlin because they already found him, and he was dead? Arthur immediately dismissed the thought from his mind and told himself he was being foolish. Of course he was fine. It was Merlin. He would have found a place to hid, he was sure of it. Merlin was always going on hunts and even riding into battle, no armor, by Arthur's side, and he always, miraculously, made it out relatively unharmed for what ever reason, and he wasn't going to question it because it had kept Arthur from having to say goodby to his oldest and most dear friend. Arthur refused to give into thinking the worst now.

Still something made him pause and question weather Merlin was going to survive this war with Morgana intact. The thought caused an odd dull ache in his chest and he absentmindedly rubbed at the spot as if to relive the pain.

It was a silly thought, but the bloody thing wouldn't go away. He scowled a the rapidly darkening woods, and sat against the dead tree to wait till the Saxon's fell asleep. He would then only need to take out the night guard. He needed to get to Camelot so he could assemble the knights and search for his servant, for his friend. Weather it be to find Merlin, or retrieve his body, he would find him. He got more comfortable against the tree to wait for the Saxons to fall asleep.