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The throne room was still as an oppressive silence filled the room. Arthur's head swam. Merlin a sorcerer?
Merlin relaxed his hand. He blinked and seemed to just now become aware of his surroundings and situation. Merlin's eyes dropped to the floor. His voice wavered as he spoke, "He's in the dungeons, locked up, and out cold."
Arthur continued to stare at Merlin as the fury of his emotions battled to overcome him. The knights ran to Arthur's side to help him steady himself. Leon looked furious, Elyan and Percival looked to Arthur for orders, and Gwaine? Gwaine looked hurt. Guinevere had found her feet and began to back away from Merlin.
Arthur couldn't blame her. The realization of Merlin's dishonesty was overwhelming, but the power that Merlin had wielded was terrifying.
Skinny, useless Merlin. Clumsy and unassuming, always heeding Arthur's beck and call. Now revealed as a cursed sorcerer, and a powerful one. The two images were at war in Arthur's head and heart as he glared at Merlin, the lying traitor, daring to look repentant for his crimes.
Arthur had seen serious acts of magic before. Sorcerers attacked him all the time. Weekly it seemed. But for sorcerers to twist and bend the elements to their will required spells and talismans. If you could survive the spell, the sorcerer was always physically exhausted and thus, easier to take down. And there Merlin stood, not even breathing hard.
Merlin had not only bent the stone to his command, but he had defied the laws of nature to do so!
Arthur started walking towards Merlin, the rage he felt ready to be unleashed on Merlin. Merlin would see punishment for his treachery! Arthur's eyes never strayed from Merlin's thin and shivering body as a sword pierced his chest.
Thank you to those of you who gave my story a chance! I'm having a lot of fun writing it. This chapters rather short, sorry. I'm not done yet.