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

Author: Lamiabellascrittore

Rating: T+

Warnings: Mild language. Violence. Some adult situations- Deal with it. There is more to come. Happy soon to be Halloween .

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. The sequel to this one.

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.

I hope you enjoy...

Chapter 12:Part 4

Blood For Ink

It didn't feel like long before Merlin woke with a hand shaking his shoulder. "Merlin. Merlin, wake up." Merlin moaned.

"Giaus?" He asked groggily.

"No, its me, Cedric." merlin stirred more but didn't wake up. "Merlin. Open you eyes. Get up." Cedric snapped. Merlin peeled his eyes open. Cedric was hovering over him, inside his cage, with a torch in his left hand, and a folded blank letter for him to write on.

"What time is it?"

"Just before dawn." He said gruffly as he knelt by Merlin's side. "Here. I got parchment and a feather. It was the best I could do. I couldn't grab any ink. I tried to find some but the only left was in the lady Morgana's room and I feared it would have been missed. We're low on a lot of supplies right now."

"Why so low?" Merlin asked. His curiosity peeked. He sat up and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hands.

"This war. That's why Morgana is holding the Culling. She plans on selling the ones who survive to the highest bidder, well, all except Emrys. I fear what she has planned for the warlock."

"Yes, well, I doubt she could contain him even if she wanted to." Merlin chuckled mockingly. The only way she was able to do what she did to Merlin was be cause he allowed it. Well most of it. He grimace. The torture and being cuffed and collared wasn't exactly expected, but he was still here playing a game he didn't have any chance of winning.

"Do you believe in him that much?"

Did Merlin believe in himself that much? He had faith that he was. Was he that confident that Morgana wouldn't kill him? No. But he did believe in his destiny, and he was her doom, not the other way around.

"No, but I believe him to be a loyal ally and a formidable enemy. If I were Morgana, I would be wary, is all I'm saying." Merlin assured. sitting back against the wall. He yawned. "You said you got the parchment?" Merlin reached out. Cedric handed him both the paper and feather. "Thanks." Merlin Mumbled.

"What are you going to do? You have no ink?" Cedric asked confused.

"I didn't ask you to get it because I don't need ink." Merlin said, stifling another yawn. "Do you have a dagger on you?" Merlin asked absently.

He scanned the blank paper in his hands trying to formulate what he wanted to say. Hesitantly, Cedric handed over the dagger, not fully trusting Merlin not to jam the blade into his chest and make a run for it. Merlin rolled his eyes.

"Oh, please," Merlin scoffed, offended. He snatched the dagger from his grasp and waived it at him. "I'm not going to kill you. There is a child in the room listening to everything we do." Merlin explained, directing the words more to the peeping ears than to Cedric.

William shifted and looked up at him shyly. "What are you doing?"

"Something important. Now go back to bed, we don't know when we will get the chance to rest again." Merlin smiled warmly at him. William nodded obediently and shut his eyes to go back to sleep.

Merlin took the dagger and pressed it to the palm of his left hand and made a small cut. The blood pooled in his cupped hand. Once he had enough collected, he dipped the quill into it and began to write.

At first he didn't know what to say. Didn't know what he wanted to tell Arthur. So he just told him the truth. Merlin was losing the battle. The darkness and torment of the past few weeks has made him weak and he wasn't sure how much longer he could fight. He would anyway, until he could no longer, just to keep Arthur safe. But he was fading and who he once was was becoming a faded dream.

He sat up and set aside the feather. He cleaned his hand on the bloody neckerchief as best as he could and grabbed the letter. He refolded it with care, trying, and failing, not to smear his red tinted finger prints all over it.

Handed it to Cedric, who pulled out a thing of wax and small candle. Merlin watched as he wiped the blood on his already blood soaked neckerchief. He watched Cedric lite the candle and started to melt some black wax onto the letter.

Merlin stopped him before he could press down on the wax with the crest of the deformed white dragon.

He grabbed the necklace around his neck and lifted it over his head. Dangling from the leather was the Pendragon insignia. The very pendant Arthur had given him before their last battle. He pressed it into the wax, using it as a way to identify himself to Arthur.

"Deliver this as soon as you can." Merlin said. Handing him the neckerchief. "Put this next to the letter." Cedric hesitantly took the bloody garments, the letter and nodded.

"I should be back tonight sometime during the feast. Ill get you a weapon then, while every one is distracted." Cedric said. He got up and left in a flurry of dark cloaks. The light leaving with him.