Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

Oh and sorry for the horrible summary...

Hey people! This idea came to me in a dream (Not really) and I just had to write it. It's hopefully serious and depressing. I usually write funny, pointless stuff, so I'm not sure how well this will turn out. I've never really written anything sad.

It isn't really well written, and i'm not good with words, but oh well. I hope you enjoy, and I hope it makes you feel a bit sad :) Cuz thats the point... you aren't supposed to laugh... I'll stop now and let you read the story.


Arthur was about to die.

The sorceress loomed over him, with a maniacal gleam in her eyes. She raised the sword over her head, and prepared to strike.

Merlin couldn't move, due to the sorceresses magical bindings. And there was no one else there to protect the prince. As he saw the sorceress preparing to strike, his eyes widened in horror. He couldn't let his destiny die like this!

"Stop!" He yelled out. The sorceress paused and looked up at him.

"What are you going to do to stop me?" she asked smugly.

"You idiot, you can't do anything!" Arthur cried out. He didn't want his friend to die, protecting him.

There was only one option left for Merlin…. Magic. This was the moment he had been dreading. The moment he had nightmares about. The moment that would change his life, and possibly shatter his friendship with the prince.

He would have to reveal his magic.

"Heh, I don't suppose you can become unconscious for a hour or two, could you?" Merlin asked Arthur.

"What? Of course not!"

Merlin smiled sadly. The kind of smile you see when the person knows they are going to die, or something equally as bad.

"No, I guess you couldn't. I'm sorry about this Arthur, I truly am." Merlin said.

"What are you talking abo-"Arthur began to ask, when he saw Merlin's eyes glowing. Magic!

"Sila gue, nye asphum" Merlin chanted, and a green ball of energy shot out his hand and flew at the sorceress. She let out a scream, and she exploded into dust. The sword she was holding fell to the ground.

And then there was silence. The prince and the warlock stared at each other. Merlin stared, wondering how Arthur would react. Arthur stared because, well, he didn't know how to react. He felt betrayed, hurt, lied to, and angry. Very angry. How could Merlin learn sorcery? Did he know it all along? Was he controlling the prince, and trying to take over Camelot?

Arthur became blinded with rage. "HOW DARE YOU! I TRUSTED YOU MERLIN, IF THAT IS YOUR REAL NAME!"

Merlin winced with each word that was shouted at him. "I'm sor-"

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" Arthur said, fuming. Arthur took several deep breaths and calmed down, slightly.

"As the prince of Camelot, I hereby arrest you for selling your soul to the evil known as magic."

"But I-"

"SILENCE!" Arthur yelled, and Merlin winced again. With every word Arthur spoke, Merlin felt as if he was being stabbed in the heart.

(A few hours later)

Merlin didn't do anything as Arthur tied him up with ropes. Merlin didn't try to escape, as he was practically dragged back to Camelot. He didn't resist as he was thrown into the dungeons, and locked into an empty cell.

Merlin felt strangely empty and numb. He had spent his whole life protecting his secret, and now everyone would know it. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe this was happening.

Merlin felt as if he was sinking in water. Everything around him was all a blur.

He didn't notice as guards gave him pitying looks, or when the King came down to see the sorcerer who had hidden right under his nose. Merlin couldn't believe he was here, in a cell, going to be executed.

He wasn't afraid, or scared, or hurt, because he didn't believe it. He wasn't holding on to every precious second he had left, because he didn't believe he was going to die soon. He just couldn't believe it.

He couldn't believe his life was about to come to an end, and that he'd never see any of his friends again.

He was still drowning in the waters of disbelief.

Was he dreaming? Would he simply wake up in the morning and go deliver breakfast to the prat?

Then the guard came in and informed him when he would be executed.

Merlin was going to be executed the next morning at dawn.


So did this make you sad? Did it? I hope it did. Please review and tell me if it made you sad! Not that I want you sad.. but you know.. I'll shut up now.

This story isn't over! There shall be two more chapters.