Merlin watched as Arthur hurried from the room and, making sure nobody was following him, he ran to his chambers under the castle and retrieved his armour before looking at his weapons. He stopped and his mind began to drift; his real father had made each of those weapons and Merlin could imagine him,sat at a table with pieces of metal and cloth all around, using magic to form a bond between the materials that even the finest blacksmith could make. His eyes turned towards the small tube of metal and he wondered what inspired his father to create something so simple yet complex. It had two raised parts on the end of it; press one in, get a shield. Press the other and you get a sword, with balance to contend against Excalibur. Drawing himself back in, Merlin rushed forward but grabbed a oak-wooded handled metal hatchet instead of the tube before turning heel and retreating back to the throne room.
Arthur was shocked at the Saxons. They had been fighting against the knights of the round table for nearly ten minutes now and none had fallen. Looking over at Leon, he could see the man struggling against a bear of a man and, even with all his skills he could not bring the man down. Compared to Percival though, he was lucky. The man had two on him but Arthur relaxed when Elyan ran over. All the knights turned to look at Gwaine as exclaimed, a sword about to cut him down. He would of done, had it not been for the hatchet now sticking out the Saxons throat. Looking around hurriedly, Arthur watched,transfixed as the figure from the feast ran forward to retrieve his axe. Turning around, he stooped low and pulled Gwaine to his feet, handing him his sword before running off towards Leon. The knight looked relieved and, with new hope, began to fight harder. Arthur was too busy with his own man but he heard Leon cry out on joy and knew the man had been slain. At the same time, he saw in the corner of his eye Percival and Elyan finish off the Saxon they were fighting. All surrounded the last Saxon, who had enough sense to stop fighting, and pointed their weapons at him. All heads turned to the black-clad figure pointing his hatchet. "Well, that was a good fight." He ejactulated, a smile gracing his face that seemed to suit his foreign accent. "Thanks a ton mate, but who are you?" Came the ever persistent voice of Gwaine. The man turned towards him, an answer making its way out of his mouth when they were all blown away, something pushing them from the centre of the room. Because there, at the doors, was Morgana Pendragon.
Dammit! Cried Merlin, in his mind, whilst glaring at the advancing form of the witch. Why hadn't he killed her, or wiped her memory? His thoughts were interrupted when she address them. "My, how the mighty have fallen." She laughed a cruel laugh before snapping her mouth shut abruptly and turning instead to glare at him. Her eyes flared with hatred and anger but also confusion. It was obvious she hated him for helping Arthur but she wanted to know why. Or, who he was. "I now know what caused my downfall, dear brother," she cried, her eyes flicking back to the downed king. "It was my hesitance to kill you. By wanting to hurt you slowly, I let you slip away every time. Now though, now, I get to do it the right way. Smirking, she removed a dagger from her belt and paced menacingly toward Arthur, ignoring all the Knights angry shouts for her to stop and surrender. Merlin knew though that she would not; he would have to stop her. Drawing on all his courage, he leapt up and, surging forward, barrelled into her, knocking them both to the fall. He lay there stunned but soon turned terrified as she lifted her head and whispered: "Got you." Before everything went black.
Percival watched as the Raven dived into Morgana before disappearing along with her. His suspicions were now confirmed. He watched as Arthur let out a shaky laugh before turning to address a guard who had just run in. "Bring me Merlin!" He ordered. The guard didn't move. "What?" He shouted. The guard just shuffled his feet but after a few seconds, he opened his mouth and spoke. "Merlin, sire, he came in with you. Did you not see him?" The knights were stunned into silence. Instantly Percival knew. Merlin was definitely the Raven but he had been captured meaning: "Merlin was obviously taken by a Saxon we didn't see." Percival lied, his voice rising.
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