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Chapter two- Arrested

The young warlock was tired as he got to going to the young man's last knight test. His nightmares were extreme last night, and he was pretty sure he had yelled out in his sleep considering Gaius's constant asking if he was okay or not. Merlin flinched as he remembered the nightmare. If anything, dreaming about burning up and actually thinking it was happening was really bad and horrible. Merlin had dark circles under his eyes, extremely tired.
Despite his troubles that last night and trying hard to forget them, Merlin had been impressed with the young man testing to be a knight. He was at the final test, the test against Arthur. Everyone has claimed that it is the hardest, most trickiest test, yet somehow, win or lose the battle, some knights still get in. Sure, the knights he had at the round table had no noble blood in them (except for Leon of course) but they got in from pure loyalty to Arthur. It was always a shock to other people from the other kingdoms.

Merlin stood, watching the man's moves carefully as Arthur was thrown off balance, looking for any sign of a bad intention. The man knocked Arthur's sword from his hand, the tip now at his neck.
Of course, that was when all the knight's tensed up, Merlin didn't even have to look to confirm it. The man tossed his sword out of reach and Arthur put his hand out, the man grasping it in a handshake. Merlin sighed, relaxing. There had just been too many times someone's tried killing him in these it seemed like. The knights all relaxed also, a round of applause going through the people who had gathered around. It was indeed a great feat.
Merlin jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and a voice in his ear, "You know, I don't know what concerns you so much about these little duels. The princess can take care of himself, sword, or no sword, I mean seriously, who can hit a girl that pretty?" Gwaine's voice was laced in pure amusement as Merlin smirked.
"Well, if that were true, then you wouldn't be beating him up in practice so much." Merlin chuckled, hearing Gwaine murmur a not so nice threat at him as he sulked off elsewhere. Arthur went and grabbed his sword, looking at Leon, who was walking up to him.
"Hey Gwen," Merlin said as she walked by, "Er, your highness, I mean-"
"I would think you'd know by now Merlin, call me Gwen." Gwen's soft laugh followed, looking at Merlin.
"Gwen," Merlin said with a roll of his eyes. "He's pretty good for a young knight isn't he?"
She looked over at the young knight, currently being ignored by Arthur as he spoke with Leon. She nodded, "Yes, he is, I wonder if he's alright, I know that Arthur clipped him once or twice."
"I'll check on him." Merlin said, "Gaius fell ill with a fever today, so I'm taking over his rounds and all."
"I'll have to go check on him then." Gwen said, concern in her expression. Merlin nodded, walking off towards the young man who had just defeated Arthur.
"You guys don't trust me do you?" The man said as as Merlin walked up to him.
"Arthur seems to think very well of you if I might say." Merlin said, as the man cast a look over at Arthur as he finished his conversation with Leon.
"Sure has a way of showing it." He said. Merlin knew Arthur was heading over their way and smirked slightly.
"Well, what can you expect, a royal prat like him shouldn't ever give praise out, it may let him look more like a girl." Arthur playfully hit Merlin on the back of the head, looking at the man.
"Ignore this idiot, he never knows what he's talking about." The tone in his voice seemed to reek of a warning, and Merlin looked at the prat with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"Says the prat." Merlin muttered. "I'll be tending to your injuries today, sire." He quickly said to the man before the King really could throw a fit. Arthur sighed, irritated.
"Merlin be sure to polish my armor, clean my room, make my bed, and do my laundry. I want it all done by supper tonight." Merlin nodded in distaste. An hour tending to this guy, and now only a few hours to polish, clean and do his laundry, not to mention the little time he could spare to do his bed with a small dose of magic because he knew he wouldn't have time for that.
"You speak of the prince with an open tongue." The man said to Merlin once they were in the armory. Merlin nodded.
"It's hard not to, I mean, you try being his servant." Merlin rolled his eyes, helping the man's armor off.
"My name is Drinn." He said. "If you are the King's servant, then why are you tending to my injuries?"
"I'm the assistant to the court physician," Merlin started, then paused, correcting himself, "Not officially, at least, he took me in."
"And you know what you're doing?" He asked. His armor was off, leaving him in a light outfit underneath.
"I've been learning." Merlin smiled, looking at him, "Take your shirt off." Drinn looked at him questionably. "I need to tend to your injuries."
"Right." He slid his shirt off, a deep cut on his shoulder and a few small scrapes. Merlin tended to the small ones real quick, then looked at the deep shoulder wound.
"It stings." He muttered. Merlin took a deep breath.
"It might for a while. I'll bandage that up, you'll want to wear a sling for a couple days.." Merlin said as he finished fixing it up. He grabbed a long piece of cloth and put it around him, fixing his arm in the sling.
"When will I be knighted?" Drinn asked.
"Take it up with the princess." Gwaine's voice made Merlin jump.
"You never know what could happen if you sneak up on someone Gwaine." Merlin snapped, glancing over at him. "Anyways, we usually knight people within a day or so. We don't have time to mope around."
"I am not moping!" Arthur's irritated voice said as he walked into the armory. "So if either of you two chatter boxes think different, you both will spend your next weekend in the stocks." Gwaine and Merlin looked at each other for a brief moment before Gwaine burst out laughing.
"I've got to go, I have rounds to make in an hour." Gwaine said, walking out.

The knighting ceremony was the usual. Boring, and almost word to word to where Merlin could quote every little thing. A week passed by, the normal chores being spent on either working for Gaius, who was slowly getting better, or for Arthur, who was still irritated that the newest knight beat him in the final test. No one could understand how he could mope about so long, but it wasn't like anyone could just question him about it.
Merlin snuck out, claiming to be picking herbs, when he went to the same part of the woods by the castle. The doe and the fawn were there again, to Merlin's surprise. It was late afternoon, and Merlin had a lot of free time, until the guard comes near again at least. His eyes turned good and he murmured a few words, feeling the wind pick up around him, the time slowing down, the doe and her baby resting nearby, watching him in earnest trust.
How he earned that trust, he had no clue. He was Emrys though, the most powerful warlock alive. The wind picked up the leaves and he murmured another word, even softer than the last time, and the leaves stayed still where they were in the air, the wind blowing past them. He opened his arms wide, another enchantment out of his mouth as his eyes stayed gold.
"What the hell?" Drinn's voice echoed through the woodland as the doe and her baby ran off. Merlin turned around, startled, his eyes flashing gold one last time as the leaves fell, the wind stopping in it's track.
"Drinn?" Merlin's voice was muted as his expression turned hard. The fear was gnawing at him.
"You're a- but how?" Drinn asked. Merlin took a deep breath.
"Listen to me, I mean no-"
"You are under arrest for treason of the King." Drinn's voice rang of finality. "He will hear your trial not me." His sword was drawn, his eyes on Merlin's in disbelief.
'Damn these new knights.' Merlin thought.