Chapter 3
(A/N) Yay faster update this time! i actually had a ton of fun writing this chapter, while it was a pain to write, i am excited to hear what you guys think. :) Thank you for the great feedback, follows and favorites.
As always thanks to the wonderful Dawnfire11 (i recommend her three fic's they are worth your time)
Disclaimer: Wish I owned Merlin, but sadly I don't.
An arrow flew out of the darkness, and imbedded itself with a heart stopping thud in Arthurs unburdened chest.
Merlin looked on as his best friend was struck down. Disbelief ran through his veins.
No, no, no this cannot be happening.
But even before he could fully comprehend this terrible fact, the whole company was under attack. Arrows were raining down from the sky, whizzing down at incredible speeds through the darkness.
The knights surrounded Arther to protect him from further harm, while Gwen flung herself on top of Arthur's chest, and pressed her hands against the wound to stop the bleeding.
Just as fast as they had come, the arrows stopped flying, but in a matter of seconds later, bandits quickly surrounded the group, Gwen and Arthur laying in the middle with the knights and Merlin standing shoulder to shoulder around them.
Merlin saw red next to him, he was too slow to stop a bandit from making a deep wound in Gwain's leg.
Just as his emotions were in turmoil, so was his magic. Merlin's eyes flashed golden, as he raised his hands and, with a single word, he summoned a bolt of lightning that struck each bandit in turn, killing them instantly.
The knights stood dumbfounded, staring as they saw Merlin, the gangly, clumsy, raven haired servant was performing magic.
The look of pure rage changed on Merlin's face when he looked at the king laying in the snow, crimson blood pooling around him.
Arthur still conscious spoke first.
"You have … magic"
All Merlin could do was nod as the clearing became silent. No one moved. No one seemed to breathe.
Until in barely a whisper Arthur said, "You have betrayed Camelot. You have betrayed me..."
With a sudden movement Merlin ran over to where Arthur was laying, Gwen retreated to her husband's head while Merlin pulled the arrow out of his chest. His eyes flashed molten gold, his magic forcing the gaping hole above Arthur's heart to close, the blood flow slowing to a stop.
The knights, recovering from their shock pulled Merlin away from their now healed king. Merlin found his arms held tightly by Leon and Percival.
Gwaine stood up carefully, leaning on his uninjured leg, pressed a sword to Merlin's throat.
Merlin knew that he had to leave them. There was no way that he could persuade anyone that he used his magic for good. His only hope was to flee in the hopes that he would never see any one of them again.
With the help of a little magic, he was able to free his arms from his friends grips and run out of sight in a heartbeat. He ran until his feet could not support his weight, and then collapsed at the base of a tall pine.
