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Chapter Seventeen

Rebellious

Footsteps approached from the corridor. Emrys looked up from his staring-at-the-ground-fixedly session and watched the shadow of a man grow up the wall. A figure turned the corner and Emrys' eyes instantly widened. He lay down on the ground and breathed heavily. It was Gwaine. Time to start his plan. He closed his eyes and outstretched the arm with the chain coiled round it. He heard the footsteps become quicker as they approached.

"Emrys. Emrys? Are you OK?" Gwaine's concerned voice was reduced to a whisper, but still Emrys heard it loud and clear.

"Th-the chain. It-it burns," Emrys rasped. Emrys opened his eyes a little to look at Gwaine. His eyes had widened so he looked like a distressed owl.

"H-hold out your wrist. P-put it through the b-bars, I-I'll try to take it off," Gwaine's voice had become stuttered as well now. Emrys obeyed, sitting up slowly and moving toward the bars. Gwaine kneeled nervously. He was putting all this on, all that was going through his mind was 'Ha, look who's in prison now.' That just made him angrier. The chain clinked against the metal as he squeezed his wrist through the gap. Gwaine examined the chain with nervously shaking fingers. He dug in his pocket and took out a thin object. Emrys didn't quite see what it was as he pushed it into the lock on the chain before he could see. Gwaine turned it this way and that, his fingers still trembling. Finally, Emrys felt the chain loosen and then slide off his skin. He felt the Dark Magic that had been restricting him before leave his body. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Gwaine darkly. Before Gwaine could say anything, Emrys had already raised his outstretched hand and opened his mouth to speak.

"Unwéod yfel áléfian geádlian!" Emrys' eyes glinted a bright gold. A scream rang through the dungeons and Gwaine fell to the floor, writhing and convulsing. Then, all of a sudden, guards were there, holding him down, calling his name trying to calm him down. But he kept going, the screaming and the writhing. But then he stopped. His limbs fell limply to his sides and his eyes closed. He stopped moving completely.

Emrys smiled down at the wooden floor of the Great Hall. Uther sat above him on his throne. Arthur stood at his side looking worried.

"So tell me one more time what happened. The Thief was found with the chain on the ground and Sir Gwaine lying on the ground out side the cell?" Uther asked.

"Y-yes Sire. The chain was lying outside the cell and the Th-thief's hand was outstretched towards Sir Gwaine. When I and Fredrian ran round the corner, the Thief's eyes were glowing golden. It was terrifying Sire. Sir Gwaine's scream, the one that had alerted us, was still ringing in the tunnel. He was convulsing on the ground, writhing like he couldn't stop. We tried to calm him down but he wouldn't stop. His eyes were wide and scared Sire. And then he stopped, as quickly as he had started. His eyes closed and he stopped moving completely. It was like he had just dropped dead. We instantly put the chain back on the Thief and then rushed Sir Gwaine to Gaius. He is there now Sire and Gaius is tending to him," The guard finished. He didn't seem too happy about talking about Emrys in such a way when he was right next to him, considering he had just made a fully-grown man have a sort of seizure. Uther's attention was now turned to Emrys.

"What did you do to him?" Uther asked in a warning tone.

"What he deserved," Emrys answered briefly. Uther's face hardened.

"What did you do Thief?" Uther's volume raised dramatically.

"I put an enchantment on him. His condition will keep deteriorating until I have my freedom. His life will disintegrate until there is nothing left or until you let me go. Don't waste your time looking for an antidote, there is none, other than my lifting of the spell, which I can assure you, I won't. So now it is time for you to decide Uther Pendragon. Will you let me go or watch one of your son's precious Knight's life evaporate? It's your choice." Emrys smirked under his hood. He had trapped Uther. He was vulnerable. He had won this battle. Uther's jaw clenched.

"Take him away," he ordered quietly. Emrys rose from the ground and swept out of the room, laughing inside.

Arthur turned to his father and put on a so-what-do-we-do-now look. Uther stared back at his son and shook his head before looking at the floor.

"I can't let him go," Uther said, pressing his lips together.

"But surely you can't just let Gwaine die? He has done nothing but good for Camelot. You can't just leave him to be killed by that Thief," Arthur said disbelievingly.

"Well what else can I do Arthur? I have no choice. I can't let the Thief go. You know I can't. If you can think of a solution, then please tell me because right now I…" His father sounded like he was about to break into tears. Of course, he never would, but this was so different to his usual voice, full of authority and power. He really was helpless.

"Maybe we can try and get the Thief to change his mind. I will speak to him." Arthur was set. He turned to rush out of the doors towards the dungeons but his father stopped him.

"No Arthur. I don't want you talking to him. He can manipulate you. Get you to do things that you never would otherwise. He is still deadly dangerous even without magic." Uther warned wisely. Arthur understood what his father was telling him but he couldn't help feel the need to go and speak to the Thief. He nodded and walked slowly out of the room.