Groggily, Merlin peeled his eyelids back but it made no difference. He was still surrounded by black. Everywhere he looked, there was nothing but a dark abyss. Frowning when a headache emerged, he tried to remember what had happened. He had been sat on a rooftop, in the shadows, when he heard a noise behind him. Startled, he had turned around but before he could, he felt a pain in his neck before he blacked out. No he was here. Wherever here was. He snapped his eyes shut when a bright light flooded his vision. Oh. He'd been blindfolded. Looking around, Merlin noticed that he was hanging upside down by his feet, his arms bound tightly to his sides. He appeared to be in a small dungeon area filled with torches. After a minuet of analysing his position, Merlin became aware there was somebody in the room with him. Looking forward, he saw a broad man with a dark coloured cloth wrapped around his face holding a plank of wood. Seeing the mask, Merlin wondered why his captor hadn't taken his costume/armour off. "The boss wants to see you Raven." Came a slow, monotone voice; ah yes, his guard. "And who is your cowardly boss, whom dares not show his face?" He dared to ask. His only answer was a hard hit in the ribs from the wood. Smirking, the guard lumbered off, leaving Merlin alone. A foolish mistake. Pushing hard against his bonds, he managed to free his arms. Quickly, he pulled himself up, untied his feet then swung around, planting his boots on the stone floor. He spotted a trapdoor on the ceiling and an escape formed in his head. The man who captured him was obviously not very smart as he had failed to remove Merlin's tools. Pulling out his climbing darts, he threw it up hard and it hit the trapdoor with a satisfying thunk. Within seconds, he had reached the top and, after pushing his hand into a gap, he swung his legs up and smashed open the door.
After climbing through, Merlin realised that he was in the barn that occupied the space near the castle wall. Smiling at his luck, Merlin pushed the door open and peered around cautiously. Standing by a nearby fire were two of Camelot's guards. Merlin almost sighed in relief until he realised that they were, in fact, Knights and not just any knights. It was Gwaine and Percival. All the knights had been ordered to apprehend him so he would have to be careful. Golden eyes glowed as he slowed down time and ran to nearby shadows; his black armour concealing him. Moving slowly, he kept his eye on his two friends. They hadn't noticed him and with that, he swept off towards his chambers.
Gaius glared at the black clad figure who shut the door behind them. Steel toes shown in the candle light, as did two piercing blue eyes. "What time do you call this?" He inquired. The figure removed their cowl and had the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry Giaus," came the familiar voice of his ward. "I got caught up in some nasty business." Giaus only hummed in response. He watched Merlin run up the stairs and emerge moments later, dressed in his familiar servant garb. Gaius knew that the boy would put his armour away later on in the day. But for now, he was Merlin, not Raven and he had another job to do.