Hey people!
You, yes you reading this, are awesome. If reviews were cookies, I'd be the size of the Earth, so THANK YOU. You guys made me a happy person for all the favs, follows and reviews!
MEGATHANKS TO;
pandafly, kitkat, hiphuggers2, ruby890, ash9, "guest", crystalbud, ravenwriter101, Said the liar 13, sarajm, bluespiritgal, brycoolcat, "guest, TimothyRiddle, natcel and phantomtrancyvongola:D
kitkat - thank you for that tip, I'll try and make sure I don't do it in the future.:)
Ash9 - COMPLETLEY agree with, i love that too!
Crystalbud - okay, I'll try not to!
TimothyRiddle - AHAHAHA. Made me proper laugh. But no, this isn't a reveal fic-I'm far too nervous to write one like that now. I mean, their reactions have to be perfect and that will take some time! But I love them too:)
PhantomTrancyVongola - More to come! Though it's not a slash, just bromance.
ON WITH THE STORY. (*whispers* sorry it's short.)
"Ástríce"
A man charging at Merlin flew backwards, his head smacking the tree violently.
Merlin twisted around, his eyes flashing molten gold as he deflected an arrow aimed at Arthur's back. He was locked in combat with three men, each man replaced with another as Arthur would kill one. The knights may have been more skilled but they were completely outnumbered.
Running to a fallen man, Merlin grabbed the sword that he still held in his bloodied hand. He swung it round, raising his eyebrows in surprise when it cut into a bandit that had been charging at him. He almost felt like laughing at his luck until his eyes travelled to Arthur and the rest of the knights. Each one was locked in combat, outnumbered and tiring. Arthur seemed to be struggling to hold back the everlasting stream of bandits, stumbling gradually further back with each blow. Merlin waited – his heart pounding almost unbearably in his chest like it always did when Arthur's life was on the line - concentrating fully on his King.
"Come on…" Merlin urged, waiting for the perfect moment. Any second now… "Forbærne firgenholt!"
In another flash of gold the branch that had previously been securely held above the bandits fell with a bang, knocking them unconscious in an instant. Merlin and Arthur sighed in relief instantaneously, Arthur not even bothering to consider the coincidence of the branch falling.
He turned, his eyes meeting briefly with Merlin's. Merlin laughed, relieved Arthur was still standing and ready. Reading Arthur's face like a book, he knew he was considering to retreat. He had to agree with him, knowing their chances of survival were slim. Merlin nodded to him, hoping to confirm his uneasiness. Arthur acknowledged him with his own smaller nod, his eyes changing from uncertainty to self-assurance. And then…what was that emotion?
"MERLIN!"
Merlin turned around away from Arthur; following his pointed finger he had thrown up to express the sudden danger. A man only meters away, sprinting towards him with his sword raised and face possessing an angry expression. He realised as the man charged for him, his body frozen in fear, he was wearing the same expression as Arthur.
Horror.
And then, without a sudden moment to process what was happening, the man's sword had swung across him, cutting him diagonally from his shoulder to the other side of his chest. He gasped, his breath hitching in his throat. Was he dying?
He collapsed to the leafy ground, his left arm clutching his shoulder. He breathed out agonisingly, the sounds of battle and clashing swords muffled by his fading conscience. His eyes drifted to a flickering close, his last memory being of silver chainmail and calloused hands hauling him up.
Was it enough to satisfy? ;)
Don't worry, next few chapters are mahoosive...well compared to this;)