Hey everybody, look who finally got over her writers block! :D... Over here. Alright, now that that's out of the way, did everyone have a good (insert respective holiday here.) You did? Great! Mine was awesome. Did anyone else love the season finale? I know I did!
Short chapter this time. Necessary, but short. Guess what, our little Arthur isn't as oblivious as we thought.
I actually do own Merlin now! Oh, wait, you mean the show, oh no I don't own that, I was talking about the Merlin action figure I got for Christmas...
I think it's obvious by now but I don't have a beta, all the mistakes are mine.
They had been arguing for hours. Camelot had faced dragons, skeleton creatures, griffons, goblins, immortal armies, and much more in the past few years, but an army of sorcerers? That seemed to be the greatest threat that Camelot had ever faced. In the end it was Arthur who had suggested magic.
"What?" Agravaine asks, shocked.
"We have magic too, something that they don't realize."
"Sire, one sorceress is hardly enough to fight an army of sorcerers."
"I'll fight." Merlin steps forward. "Gwendolyn, do you think that there are any druid encampments near Camelot that would be willing to join the fight."
"I can guarantee it." She smiles. "That is if Arthur is ok with it." They look to Arthur, who nods. There are several members of the council, unaware of Merlin's magic, which protest.
"Perhaps I should explain. Merlin here, despite all my expectations, is a sorcerer" Merlin coughs. "I mean, warlock. And a powerful one as well. He has saved my life dozens of times, and has my complete trust. If anyone has a problem with that, they can leave Camelot immediately." He glares. Merlin smiles.
"So it's decided. Merlin and I will ride out immediately."
"Sir Gwaine, Sir Percival, go with them. While I'm sure they can take care of themselves, we don't want to take any chances. You might run into Morgana." They nod and leave.
"Sire, I hardly think that this is the best course of action."
"As I said before Uncle, if anyone has a problem with this decision without good reason, then they are to leave." He snaps.
"Of course, sire. My apologies."
"Go and ready the army. The council is dismissed." He motions to Leon and Elyan. "I want you two to keep an eye on my Uncle. If he is really is the traitor I want you to arrest him for treason and bring him back here, is that clear?"
"Yes sire." Arthur sinks into his chair, thinking of the battle that's about to commence.