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Arthur was furious. He had just found out that not only this Raven character had been taken but his servant, dammit his best friend, had been taken as well. A million thoughts rushed through his head, making it pound. What would happen to him? Would he be left alone in a cell or worse, tortured? The idea made him shudder in realisation. He had to get Merlin (and probably Raven) out of Morgana's hold as soon as he could. Shouting out his door, he yelled at the guards. "Get me the Knights of the round table as quick as you can!" He watched, breathing hard, as the guards took off, going as fast as they could. Closing his door, he began to pace, running his hand through his dirty blonde hair. Not a moment later, Gwaine crashed through his door, a sincere look on his face. " I assume this is about Merlin." He said, his voice grave. Arthur nodded. It was at that moment that the rest of the knights invaded his chambers, along with Gwen. They all stared at him. "As you are all aware, Merlin was taken yesterday and it is my intention to retrieve him." The knights said nothing. "We know where roughly where Morgana is so, tomorrow, we will set off and rescue our mutual," Arthur gulped loudly. "Friend."
The following morning found the knights mounting their horses when they heard a cough originating from behind them all turning their heads, they came face to face with Queen Gwen. "Gwen, don't be daft." Came the familiar pleading voice of her brother. "No. Merlin is my friend to. I will not abandon him. No matter what you say." She replied, fire lacing her voice. "No, absolutely not. I need somebody to look after Camelot-"Arthur's voice fell short as his wife glared at him and mounted a horse of her own ("When did that get there?" "Shut up Gwaine!") before smiling sweetly and forcing her horse into a trot. The Knights watched her get ahead befor stirring their horses to life. Hours into the journey, they had all relaxed slightly, though their friend was still on their minds.
Merlin cried out in pain as, once again, Morgana slashed the knife across his chest. He was strapped to the table and his body was a mixture of fever flushed skin, dirt and blood. His mind was cloudy and his thoughts muddled. "I will ask you again, why do you help Arthur under the disguise?" She snarled at him, leaning in close. Merlin just pursed his lips and shook his head before whimpering at the pain it brought. Morgana screamed out in annoyance and Merlin screamed with her, her magic bringing him blinding pain. She stormed out and left him to his own shallow breaths and distorted mind.
"SHUT UP! YOU ARE AN UNGRATEFUL MONSTER OF A CHILD! NO WONDER YOUR FATHER LEFT YOU, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" Little Merlin just cried.