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Bandits

Chapter 3

The boy with black hair and pale skin collapsed onto the ground. When Merlin tried to push himself up, none of his limbs listened to him. He felt cold, and could not feel his toes and fingers.

The sorcerer had his head up at the celling, accepting the inflow of magical power, eyes glowing a powerful golden color. "Usually, sorcerers would still have enough energy to try to run away… but it looks like…you are made of magic. My dear Merlin, you are a magical creature." Grant smirked. "What a wonderful... source of magic you'd be."

Merlin did not the energy to even blink. His eyes followed the magician - he had longer hair now.

"You, outside the door, take this boy into the cell. Oh and make sure to leave that blond man alone." The sophisticated magician commanded reaching for a book on a stone table.

"Idiot sorcerer… can't even say funking please." The bandit in purple murmured. "Get up." He commanded Merlin.

Still unable to stand on his feet, Merlin just closed his eyes. He knew that man was going to kick him, verbally abuse him, and then have to carry him. It did happen, (but more verbal abuse than expected).

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Arthur felt his arms go numb. He heard screaming, and it sounded painful, although it stopped for a while, he could not feel but worried. Where was Merlin?. The prince pulled on the metal restraints and grunted. He knew he had to free himself so he could grab his incompetent manservant and escape.

But as he pulled and pulled, he only felt the metal dig into his wrists.

"Don't forget who you are indebted to weakling, remember my name… it's Lio." Arthur heard. When he lifted his eyes, he saw a man in a purple shirt and in the bandit's hands was a trembling Merlin.

The man opened the door and dropped the manservant into the cell. "Funking fool making me carry him." Lio muttered, he then walked to Arthur and un-cuffed his hands and feet.

Arthur was about to knock Lio out, but he saw rope in his hands, it was connected to the loop around Merlin's neck. "That's right, girly, stay calm or else your little friend would have a broken neck."

Arthur bit his lower lip and furrowed his brows. Damn bandit.

When the man in the purple shirt left, Arthur was left with a trembling warlock. "Merlin. Merlin are you okay?" He called. As he did, Arthur moved closer to the boy on the ground. Was it Merlin's scream? He thought to himself.

"What yeah." The manservant sat up and smiled. It took him every ounce of energy to hold himself up. "I was just taking… a nap and er…" He hesitated.

"The last time I saw you, you were wounded pretty badly."

"Well…" Merlin looked around. "You're injured! Let me take care of that!" He took Arthur's left hand and began examining it. "It looks pretty deep. What did you do? Fight a rose bush?"

"Wait, Merlin… tell me what happened."

The dragonlord just ignored his prince's call and began ripping the bottom of his blue shirt (because his handkerchief was more important).

The two just sat there for the rest of the night, Arthur asking no more questions and Merlin trying to calm his shaking body.

I know... short right? Im sorry... seriously... I'm sorry... I just wanted to upload this chapter since you know... im on a short chapter writing binge. (Read my other MERLIN story)

So I guess this story is going to be short and simple... nothing extreme and hopefully i could finish this in less than 10 small chapters. (so I could start another story)

I hope you liked it and thank you for sticking with me! (and lol... no im not dead... yet)