"Arthur?"
The king remained in his seat, unperturbed, anxiously searching the maps for a location for the sorcerer Emrys to be hidden. He had been warned the night before by a small man that if he didn't find Emrys before the Solstice, tomorrow, the kingdom would fall.
"Arthur?" he tried again, attempting to gain the king's attention.
"Arthur?!"
"ARTHUR PENDRAGON!" he screeched.
"What Merlin?" replied Arthur, turning around, exasperated.
Looking at his shoes, he took a deep breath and tried to quell the rising uneasiness. Perhaps it would be smarter to try not to anger the King? Nah.
"Arthur..." vision fading he started to spin, vertigo clouding his senses.
"Yes Merlin? MERLIN?!"
"IHaveMagicAndImEmrys." He whispered, sinking to the ground in a dead feint.
"What?!" Arthur cried, leaping to his feet and lifting the pale servant off the ground and hurrying to Gaius. Kicking the door open and ignoring Gaius's previous patient he gently lay Merlin on the boy's bed and turned to Gaius.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. He was trying to get my attention and tell me something but he fell to the ground before he could tell me."
"This is grave news I fear."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Nothing sire, just..."
"Just what?"
"He may have been telling you Emrys identity, and he will be unconscious till tomorrow morning which is too late."
Gaping, the young King collapsed from exhaustion and as he slept the kingdom fell around him.