A/N: This just popped into my head…So, yeah. This will probably not have that many chapters. I don't own Merlin.

It was a day like any other. There was no ominous feeling of dread, no nothing.

Until the boy came.

He was enough of a man to not be recognized by Arthur, but Merlin knew. Merlin would know those eyes anywhere.

The stranger didn't say a word, just threw down his glove. A smirk slowly spread across the king's face, but the only reaction the challenger had was to smile at Merlin, his icy blue eyes glinting.

Arthur didn't even hesitate to pick it up.

"Tomorrow, at…sunset? I would say to the death, but you seem too young. First blood?" he asked the challenger.

The boy nodded.

"Good. What's your name?" Arthur asked.

The boy only said two words.

"Ask Emrys."

This whole thing shook Merlin.

Mordred will kill Arthur.

That was the only thing he could think.

So naturally, he stopped Arthur in the hall.

"Yes?" Arthur asked.

"He's going to kill you. I know he is. Don't ask me how, just listen to me." Merlin said.

"No! If Camelot sees that I back down from fighting a boy, how will they ever trust me again?"

"He has magic."

"And how would you know this?"

"Just…I do. Please Arthur, just listen to me."

"Merlin, are you alright?"

"Better if you dropped out." Merlin said.

Arthur just shook his head and left.

Later, Merlin was agonizing over exactly how to prevent Arthur's death, when Mordred spoke to him.

This was the first time in years, and it startled Merlin so much, he whacked his head against a wall.

"Emrys…I'll be sorry for your loss, I promise…" Mordred said.

Merlin didn't say anything, just grimaced.

He could feel Mordred smiling.

A/N: Short, yes. Please review!