Sorry for the short chapter but hey I'm updating right? So I didn't plan this at first but then StephanieStephanie requested Merlin! Bamf! in this chapter sooooo TA-DA I hope you enjoy It! This chapter is detected to her for the idea! I accidently did Merlin! Whump! sorry...

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin…. yet. *whispers* I'm setting a trap hehehe

"Ok, maybe I did." Merlin admitted as about 20 bandits poured out of the woods next to them. The Knights of Aria quickly circled protectively around Merlin, luckily the Knight of Camelot were too engaged in their own fight to notice. It turned out that the knights didn't really need his help this time, what with the Knights of Aria being present as well. Merlin mostly watched and occasionally made a bandit drop his weapon or something of the sort.

As Merlin watched Percival picked one bandit up and threw him into two others, making them collapse. Gwaine quickly jumped in and killed the three before they could get up. As Merlin watched three bandits ganged up on Owen as a fourth managed to slip past him, towards Merlin. The four had apparently realized Merlin was important and had devised a plan to get to him. Bad plan.

Before Merlin or the bandit could even make a move Sir Nathan came up behind him and tapped the bandit on the shoulder. When the bandit turned Sir Nathan grinned at him and then punched him square in the nose. The bandit went down hard and Sir Nathan was on him in a second. As he ran his sword through the bandit he bent down slightly.

"Don't touch my prince." he whispered as the bandits eyes drained of life.

But as Sir Nathan dispatched the first bandit another one slipped past him and snuck up on Merlin. He reached him just as Gwaine finished his current fight and turned to Merlin. The bandit's sword plunged into Merlin's side just as Gwaine reached him. Gwaine swung his sword down on the man's neck, but he was too late.

Merlin looked down at his side in shock as blood poured from the wound and all over his hands, which were desperately trying to stop his life blood from spilling out onto the ground. He fell from his saddle after a moment and he thought he heard a rib crack but ignored it.

Several cries rang out, most being "Merlin!" and one being "Sire!" from one of his knights but luckily it was drowned out by the cries of the others.

The other bandits were quickly dispatched and Sir Richard quickly ran over to his prince and began putting pressure on the wound. Sir Owen, seeing the wound became furious and started to run off after the fleeing bandits but was stopped by Nathan who grabbed his arm and shook his head. Owen seethed but nodded, ho wouldn't abandon his prince. To himself he silently vowed that if he ever saw one of them again he would drag them back to Aria in chains and make them beg for death.

The group of Knight surrounded Richard who was cursing and swearing as he put pressure on the wound. Merlin had passed out by now and Nathan could see a dark pool of blood spreading out from him.

"Get me a bandage!" Sir Richard yelled and, when no one moved he barked "NOW!" the Knights of Aira quickly moved to do so and, after several minutes the young prince was bandaged tightly. Blood slowly seeped throughout the pristine white bandage, blood spreading on it as if it were a rose blooming for the first time. The prince looked deathly pale and was already sweating.

Sir Richard then scooped Merlin up off the ground and stood, a look of determination on his face.

"There's a druid camp not far from here, we'll go there, they can heal him."

"No…" Merlin woke, protesting weakly "we-we can't.. not the druid, my secret-" he managed to get out weakly but Sir Richard stopped him.

"Si- Merlin" he said, catching himself. "we need to get you help."

"No, can't… druids know" he tried again weakly but passed out again from blood loss and went limp. Sir Richard's eyes filled with tears, his prince was dying.

Suddenly as if he knew he was needed, a druid stepped out of the woods, he pouched his hood back, revealing an aging man with gray curly hair and startling green eyes. Sir Leon gasped and everyone turned to him.

"You!" Leon gasped out "you saved my life!" The druid nodded, not at all surprised at being recognized.

"Sir Leon," he said, his voice soft and kind as he nodded his head respectfully toward the First Knight of Camelot "I'm please to see you well." he then turned to Sir Richard "Come," he said, beckoning the group forward "I have a small camp set up, you can rest for the night and be on your was in the morning."

"But-" Sir Richard began again but was cut off by the druid.

"I will heal him, do not worry." He said, once again walking off towards the woods, clearly expecting the group to follow and then as if an after thought turned bad to them "I am Iseldir, Druid Cheiftan."

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