So, in this chapter (probably the whole story) Arthur will be very brotherly and protective toward Merlin. He knows about his magic. Review!
It had been two years since Merlin had come to Camelot. He was happy here. He watched as the knights practiced, with Mordred and Arthur. They were going to have a tournament with the knights and lords of other kingdoms. Merlin really didn't like swordplay, but he did feel left out. Even though he was clumsy, he could use a sword, after all he was a prince.
They knights were done training for the day. Now, Gwaine, Leon, Percival, Elyan, and Mordred would go with Arthur with to the Tavern. Merlin suddenly felt pain everywhere and doubled over. Arthur saw this and quickly walked over to him. "Merlin, are you alright?" Arthur took Merlin's chin and tilted it up.
"N...No..." Merlin choked out, before he collapsed and everything went dark.
Merlin woke up in a soft bed, that defiantly wasn't his. "Merlin, are you alright? You look awful." Mordred and the knights were hovering over him, while Morgana and Gwen were sitting on the foot of the bed. Merlin touched his neck. Good, the neckerchief was still there. More pain shot through his body. He wanted to scream, but instead he gripped the covers and breathed, hard and fast. The most pain was at the base of his neck. Merlin felt his magic twist and boil at the bottom of his stomach. He didn't have anymore control.
His eyes turned gold, he could felt it. It hurt so bad. What was happening? "Stop...please...stop..." He pleaded to someone who couldn't hear him or didn't want to listen because the pain became stronger. He heard somebody yelling to get Gaius. He heard someone whispering in his ear and rubbing his head. Arthur. Merlin felt tears run down his cheeks. "Please, Arthur, make it stop. It hurts."
"I know. Just hang on. Hang on, for me."
Merlin gave a jerky nod. He could do that, right?
Gaius was frantic and it scared them. He was never this worried. He looked at each of them. "You must never tell Uther of what I an going to do." He didn't wait for a response. He started chanting. Merlin's unfocused eyes rolled to Gaius when the chanting began. Merlin's eyes closed. His breathing returned to normal. He looked as if he was asleep, but his face kept moving as if he still felt pain. Which, he did.
Gaius stopped chanting and watched Merlin. "This...has happened before but never like this."
Gwaine was the first to speak out of the group of knights. "...what was that?"
Gaius sighed. "It is not the time or the place to tell you. Plus, it's Merlin's choice to tell you." He turned to Arthur. "Do you mind if he stays here? If we move him the pain will come back twice as worse...that was a lesson learned the hard way." Arthur said he didn't mind, but he would watch Merlin to make sure he was getting better. Gaius was fine with that.
The King of Elador sat on his horse, over looking Camelot. He and his knights were there for the tournament. The king felt his son's magic. He smiled. His sweet baby was coming home with him, one way or another. But first...he flicked his hand. He felt his son's distress. "Don't worry, baby, I'll fix it soon. I promise."
