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Infiltration

Emma had been pacing in her room for well over two hours, pausing every so often at the door.

After she was forced to return, Merlin had gone to notify the knights and Gaius of what happened in the market, leaving Emma anxious, afraid and alone.

She hoped that Merlin or even Arthur would burst through the door and laugh at her, saying that her eyes must have been playing tricks on her. But Emma's thoughts kept diving into dark depths, questions she dreaded the answers to. What if she had sent the yet to be King to his doom? Had she sent her first friend, the supposed wizard of legend to be butchered?

Emma felt vulnerable; she had no weapon, no skill with said weapon, and once again found herself quite alone. The anxious young woman rushed to the door, resolving herself to be useful in this plight and not a hindrance to those trying to aid her. Swinging the wooden connective with force, Emma pushed herself into the corridor, inadvertently colliding with the figure who was about to enter. Instinctively shutting her eyes and feeling gravity drag her towards the ground, Emma felt her body automatically brace itself for impact. Before she could hit the floor and without warning, Emma was dragged back to her feet by whomever she had collided with.

Snapping her eyes open, Emma came face to face with Arthur. Wearing a displeased expression as he removed his hands from her arms, he had clearly been the unfortunate victim of Emma's rashness. Either side of him, two onlookers, both Knights of Camelot, looked on with amusement.

"Arthur! You're alright?!" She could have hugged him in relief, but had already embarrassed herself enough for one day. "What happened? Did you get him? Is it over? Is he dead?"

Arthur gave a signal to the two Knights; they both moved to either side of the door and assumed guard positions. Emma's eyes widened in worry, and she looked to Arthur for answers. Instead of doing as her gaze clearly suggested he lead her back into her room. Sitting herself on one of the chairs in her room, Emma felt bile rise in her throat as the lack of answers made her start to panic.

"What's going on?"

Arthur ignored her and began to search the room before bolting the windows, he even checked under the bed.

"Arthur, you're scaring me. What is wrong? Is Merlin ok?"

"Merlin's fine. He is currently helping Gaius, to try and find a weakness of this guy." He replied, clearly tailoring his answers to avoid giving her too much information.

Emma felt her temper rising with her fear, standing herself in front of the Prince, she forced eye contact.

"What aren't you telling me?"

He looked uncomfortable at the prospect of answering but the look in his eyes betrayed his need to be honest with her. She raised her eyebrows in encouragement.

"He got away, disappeared. They're patrolling the lower town but…"

"But the chances of them finding him are, to put it bluntly, crap." She interjected, he gave her look that said he wasn't finished and she stilled her tongue.

"Guards will be posted outside your door, and you will be checked on every hour. And you do not leave this room, understand?"

Emma felt herself sighing.

"As much as I love being a prisoner and I'm grateful to you for trying to keep me alive, but these guys can create portals through time. Have you even considered that they can probably do it to different places as well? They're probably already in the castle! They could come straight in here without need to pass any guards!"

Arthur didn't reply, instead he gave Emma a look that told her he thought she was being ridiculous and walked out the room, locking the door behind him.

Emma felt her mouth drop; the person meant to be protecting her had trapped her, alone in her room, without any form of defence.

True to Arthur's word someone checked on her every hour, she tried to plead for information or a weapon but she was denied either. This routine lasted a few hours until darkness fell and Emma was still on edge. She hadn't seen Merlin or Arthur in hours and the castle was strangely quiet. Emma found herself bored and worried for most of the afternoon; her day of freedom had turned into a disaster. She ate little when a servant had provided her with her dinner, and after many hours of waiting, Emma had changed into her nightgown but she was far too worried to even attempt to sleep. Sliding herself from her bed, Emma walked and knocked on the door.

"What is it?"

The door remained locked, one of the knights on duty had answered.

"I was wondering if anything had happened."

"There's been no word; I think it would be best if you got some sleep."

At this point Emma could have been very sarcastic and she was very tempted but decided the poor guys out there were probably as tense as she was, if not a little bored.

Following their advice, Emma lay between the sheets and simply stared at the canopy of her bed.

Emma jolted awake, surprised at herself for falling asleep.

She lay there in the darkness, eyelids drooping with tiredness as her brain fought against it, warning her that something was dangerously wrong.

Succumbing to her drowsiness, Emma rolled onto her side to return to her dreams. Her hearing became sharp, her exhausted brain tried to process the noises outside, but it came to a frightening conclusion that it was quiet, too quiet.

Emma's instincts began to scream at her and the mists of sleep cleared, slowly, from her mind. Her eyes flew open and took a few moments to focus upon a dagger raised above her body.

Screaming in both horror and shock at the cloaked figure at her side, she kicked her feet out to propel herself backwards over the bed.

The figure was undeterred by this action and moved with such easiness and grace, Emma could have believed he was floating was he not trying to kill her.

Attempting to get on her feet, she headed for the only exit in the room, the door. Emma crashed into it banging on the wood on the door hoping the guards would open the door and save. As her hopes of rescue being were dashed, Emma tried desperately to open the door, praying that a higher power would hear her, forgetting the fact that Arthur had ordered the door locked, leading her to be locked in with her attacker. Screaming at the top of her lungs, Emma pushed away from the door narrowly avoiding the dagger that swung by her ear.

In her hopelessness and in vain, Emma attempted to harm her assailant by throwing a chair at him, only for it to miss him completely. Looking around she tried to find a weapon to aid her in her defence, she kept backing away until her back collided with something hard. Emma gasped and turned quickly, finding herself facing the corner of the room.

Mentally cursing her luck, Emma turned back to her attacker, screaming a variety of threats, she watched as a murderous grin appeared on his face.

Would she really be the instrument of Camelot's demise?

She did not understand why they had to kill her and how her death would accomplish anything, but she was not going to let herself be killed. Watching as the dagger was raised again, Emma resolved herself to fight, even if it was with her bare fists. Saying her goodbyes in her head, she readied her stance and swallowed the lump in her throat.

Emma's attention was completely focused on her plan that she did not realise the door had been blow from its hinges. Emma wrapped her hand into a fist as the dagger aimed for her throat, trying to put as much power as she could, maybe just maybe she could get the dagger away from him.

Emma saw the grin widen as she tried to grab his wrist, it then changed suddenly to look of grimace and then to heart-wrenching pain. Emma stumbled back in shock, what had happened?

She became more confused as her nose was assaulted by the smell of burning; Emma looked up only to see Merlin with his arm out stretched.

"Merlin!"

Emma ran to him, pushing the suffering assailant away.

"Are you alright?"

Emma paused, apart from psychological trauma and now probably suffering from a fear of sleep she was physically fine.

She turned to look at the now screaming cloaked man and almost screamed herself, the man sent to kill her was on fire. His flesh was cracking and boiling under the heat.

"How the-?"

Emma and Merlin stopped to watch the torment of this man, through his pain he was committed to seeing his goal completed. Struggling with his burning flesh, he ran towards the two young people. Emma backed away whereas Merlin stood and raised his arm again.

Emma rushed forward to try and pull him back, grabbing the arm nearest to her, he did not move, instead he began to speak in a strange language.

With a powerful but invisible force, the burning man was thrown through the glass of one of the windows, plummeting towards a merciful death.

Emma stood in shock as Merlin started to try and explained what happened. Picking up the thrown chair she collapsed into it, attempting to understand the supernatural phenomena her friend had performed.

As Merlin continued to mumble through excuses, Emma looked on him with disbelief.

"When I first got here I asked you about magic," Merlin began to interject but Emma raised her hand. "And you told me that it wasn't true and now after this, you expect me to believe-"

She took a breath, trying to piece together her thoughts as she began to go into shock after the night's events.

"You're a wizard, Merlin."


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