A Bond Beyond Brothers

by elvenprincess15

Semi-Modern AU, taking place before the Revolutionary War. Myrddin and Artur(the Irish names for Merlin and Arthur) were born and raised in Northern Ireland. They go out on a trip, and get captured by slavers. They are taken to Great Britain, then to the colonies. Will they ever escape? And can their strong bond remain that way? T to be safe

3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The night passed too quickly for the brothers. Artur woke up first, and Myrddin was still curled up next to him. Artur smiled, and was jsut about to wake him when he felt someone grab his jaw. His eyes widened, and his head started turning. He locked eyes with the other slaver, Cenred. Cenred pried his mouth open, and pulled a bone from his pocket. The bone had bristles attached, and Artur realized it was a toothbrush(A.N. yes, I did research that). He relaxed, and let Cenred continue.

When he'd finished, Cenred walked over to Myrddin. However, instead of waking him up, he just grabbed Myrddin's jaw. Myrddin's eyes shot open, and he started struggling. "Myrddin, calm down. He just wants to brush your teeth." Artue quickly said. Myrddin looked up at him, and at his nod, he loosened his jaw, and let Cenred do it. When Cenred finished, he pulled out a hairbrush. Artur stood up, and said, "Please, let me do it. My brother will calm down if we can do something familiar."

By God's goodness, Cenred understood him. He nodded, gave the brush to Artur, and loosened their hands. Stunned, Artur said, "Thank you." Cenred nodded, and walked away. Artur turned back to Myrddin. He gesturned for Myrddin to turn around. After he did so, Artur untied the black leather strap holding in Myrddin's hair. Running the comb through the thick, black locks, Artur whispered comforting words to a frightened Myrddin. Artur retied his brothers hair in a low ponytail, and gave the brush to Myrddin. Myrddin took great care with Artur's hair, treating it like it was gold. Artur knew that Myrddin found comfort in doing familiar tasks. He gently tied the golden locks with a light brown strip of leather.

Myrddin handed the brush back to Artur, who then put it on the ground. He was expecting somone to take it, but there was no one there. He looked around, and saw both Agravaine and Cenred facing the oppposite way, not paying attention to their captives. He also saw that the horses had moved closer to them. Artur got an idea.

He motioned to Myrddin to move closer, and whispered the plan in his ear. "Do you think it'll work?" Myrddin asked. Artur nodded, and quickly untied Myrddin's hands. Myrddin untied Artur, counted to 3, and made a mad dash to the horses.

A.N. sorry for such a short update. the next chapter will be longer, because this was almost like a filler chapter. again, sorry. love y'all! see you soon:)