Sorry. Really sorry. Busy, lazy and sick AGAIN. No fun. I love fall but I'm always first sick when the cold time begin.

This is short chap, sorry about that too.

You know, because I have three more long Merlin fic running, I decided to update these on the basis of reviews. The more feedback the faster I write *grin*.

And to those who want's to know more about Blind future, check Over the winter.

beta by TheJunebug1218, thank you :)

Arthur was thrown back with shocking strength.

"No, please, stop, he has not recovered yet!" Heather yelled.

"Then he should keep his mouth shut up." The big guard grinned and he sent his kick after Arthur who tried to escape, but was not quite successful. The guard grabbed Arthur's chest and lifted up off the ground.

"You hear me pretty boy? Keep your mouth shut and all goes well. I'm sure that we'll find some nice buyer who likes blonds like you are." The guard laughed and let his grip go and Arthur tumbled and landed, fighting for breath. Quickly, Lancelot was beside him with Percival and they helped the prince back to the wagon where Heather checked him.

"Is she okay?" Arthur asked and Percival nodded. The small girl who Arthur was helped was now safely another wagon behind them. The guards locked the wagons and the ride began again. Lancelot had managed to worm his way into the same wagon with them. He quickly hugged the big man.

"Percival. It's good to see you."

"You too."

"So, you know each other?" Arthur winched when Heather tented his sore ribs.

"Be still you fool. You can't let anything more happen to you." The old woman scolded him.

"I can't watch and do nothing when someone tries… Ah! Careful, you mind?"

"Percival and I lived in same village." Lancelot grinned.

"Nice. So, do we know where we are heading?"

"I heard that there is some ruined castle where they hold more prisoners." Lancelot answered and looked worried. "Maybe we should wait there before we try to do anything."

"We need a good plan." Arthur agreed and looked into the morning sky. "It's going to be hot day."

"Before you get yourself in more danger, can you tell me more about Merlin's condition?" Heather asked. Arthur looked at him and remembered that the woman really was a good healer.

"Do you think that you can heal him, Heather?"

"You have to tell me more first. And then you have to get us out of here and find him." Old healer smiled.

"You two seemed to know each other?" Lancelot asked.

"Heather, this is Lancelot. Merlin's friend. Heather here saved me and Merlin just before that accident."

"I warned you young prince, not to do anything hasty." Heather said quietly.

Arthur blushed. "Yes, you said that. And I'm sorry for that."

"Yes, you are sorry. And I'm sure that Merlin has already forgiven you."

"Heather. You seemed to be so sure that Merlin is really alive." Arthur said.

Heather patted his cheek tenderly. "Of course I'm. He is Emrys."

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Leon examined the marks on the road, and then over to the horse's back. The four knights behind him watched and waited.

"Five days. We are only five days behind them."

His eyes wandered to the stallion which did not have a rider on its back. It was Arthur's horse.