Authors note: (re updated this chapter) Ugh, sorry I didn't update yesterday I was out all day! I felt really bad this morning so I just made this quick chapter! It's short, but I hope you like it! Tell me what you think with a review :)
Out on the training field, Arthur had already knocked down nine knights, and had one more standing. Arthur was enjoying it so far. It was all easy, and he hadn't even got so much as a scratch! His last opponent was the new knight. Arthur didn't yet know his name, but he didn't look like much of a challenge. But being polite, he nodded to him and smiled. "Good luck." He told him.
"I don't think I'll be needing any luck." The knight replied shortly, scowling also.
Arthur thought it was rude, since he was now a knight of Camelot and should be polite to king and prince, but he chose to ignore it. Then, he put down his helmet hatch, and clashed his sword against the knights to start.
Merlin stood by the side, watching intently as Arthur fought, waiting for his chance to help when possible. He hoped what he had saw in his dreams would not come true, he really didn't. He didn't know who the knight was, or why he was doing this, all he knew was that the knight was going to try and kill Arthur.
Blades crashed against each other, metal scraping, clinging, fighting. Some punches were thrown, even though it was mainly practice for the use of swords. The knight had been wounded twice already, and Merlin thought Arthur might accidentally kill him the wounds were so deep. The knight didn't even seem fazed. It was the said punching that knocked Arthur down.
The knight had swerved his blade backwards, and backhanded Arthur. Arthur stumbled backward, fell to the floor and blacked out. Then, the knight dived in. He didn't care that others were there watching, he was going to kill. He struck Arthur lightly with his blade, but not yet enough to kill, wanting to play first. By the time Merlin noticed what had happened, it was too late. Arthur was blacked out, and he was struck. The blade was removed expertly from Arthur's body, and that's when Merlin noticed the sword held poison on the end.
"ARTHUR!" Merlin dived forward as soon as he saw the poison. He launched himself at the knight who was about to give the finale blow, and knocked him down. Other knights came over and held the knight back while Merlin went to Arthur's side. "Arthur, wake up!" He grabbed him and shook him, to no avail. He looked to where Arthur was struck to see a small hole going through his armour, and into his skin, with the poison around the wound.
Arthur wouldn't wake no matter how much begged.
"Come on, Arthur! Please!" Merlin was feeling tears spill from his eyes. Everything around him seemed to be happening slowly as he tried to wake the prince, like it wasn't real, a blurred nightmare. "Somebody help me!" Merlin screamed, now holding Arthur closely to him, muttering 'please' under his breath over and over again.
Arthur had almost died so many times, but he didn't know how Arthur could survive this one. How long until the poison took full effect? What was the cure? He had no idea but he had to find out. He would not let Arthur die. He would not let go of his prince.
Merlin felt someone grab him from behind and move him from Arthur. He honestly didn't even have the strength to fight back to get to Arthur's side. His mind was racing he couldn't think straight, so he just watched through blurred vision as Arthur was carried inside.