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Merlin has magic.
Merlin has magic.
Merlin has magic...
I repeated these three words over, and over, and over, and over again in my mind, till the message finally sunk in.
Merlin. The idiot who's been been my friend for more than five years. The one who polishes my armour, washes my clothes, feeds me meals, dusts my room, scrubs my floor. The one who hates hunting and tags along on all my outings. The one who puts my life before his. Who goes missing every so often, without even a notice. Who always seems to come out fine in battles, with maybe a scratch or two. Who gives wise advice every once in a while. The one I trust more than anyone else. The one who's always been with me though thick and thin. The prat, clot pole, dollop head, idiot. My best friend. Is a sorcerer?
"You must be mistaken, Morgana. This is Merlin we're talking about here. Not some sorcerer who goes gallivanting all over Albion causing mishap and trouble everywhere he sets foot," I stated, my gaze once again falling over the wounded man on the ground.
"Well," Morgana started, "If you don't believe me, then I guess you'll just have to see for your self."
Merlin gave me a pleading look and muttered, "Arthur..."
It hurts to see him like this: pleading, bruised, cut, in pain, and, worst of all, at the feet of Morgana Pendragon.
A dagger magically appeared in her hand, and she aimed it at me.
"Morgana, please," I took a step backwards, "stop this. You don't know what you're doing." She brought her arm back, over her head, "MORGANA!" She threw the dagger.
"No..." I heard Merlin try to yell.
The dagger was three feet away, two feet, half a foot...
Then, suddenly, it clattered to the ground.
I quickly looked at Merlin and saw his eyes changing from a brilliant coppery gold, to their regular deep sea blue.
I couldn't believe it. Merlin, my only friend, has been practicing magic. In Camelot. Right under my very nose. How could I not have noticed? He's been betraying me this whole time. Probably plotting my murder.
Stop it Arthur! He just saved your damn life! Another voice said to me.
But he has magic, I countered.
What has he ever done to harm you? He's saved your life more times than you can dare to count, can you tell me a time where he tried to end it? The voice spoke again.
The thing was, I couldn't.
I remembered when he saved me from the Griffin, risked his life by drinking from the poisoned chalice so I wouldn't have to, pushed me back and jumped in front of the dorrocha himself, helped me in all those battles... not once where he tried to kill me.
If my father were here, he'd kill Merlin without a moment's hesitation. He'd stab him here, in cold blood, and leave him here to die alone in the woods.
But, what would Merlin think of me if I murdered him? He saved my life, and this is how I would repay him?
I hadn't noticed how long I was silent, till Gwaine gave me a nudge from behind.
"Merlin?" I questioned.
The warlock looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry Arthur..." Then Morgana kicked his groin, and he howled in pain.
"Stop it!" I yelled, running to Merlin. Sorcerer or not, I wasn't going to let him die.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? The great and mighty King of Camelot saving a magic folk? My, my, what would dear Uther think if he were here?" Morgana sneered.
Both body and mind filled with determination, I drew my sword from its scabbard, stood up, fists clenched, teeth gritted, facing Morgana.
"Leave him alone, Morgana, or I swear I'll end you." I stated.
"No mortal blade can kill me, Arthur. Surely, you would know this by now."
Just as I was about to speak, Morgana was blasted backwards. Spinning around, I found Merlin was trying his best to stay standing, and he limped towards Morgana.
"Leave, Morgana Pendragon, before I end you. Do not under estimate my powers, for I am the Emrys you seek, so I would suggest you leave. Now." He spoke slowly, but clear and with determination.
Morgana's eyes widened, and she started scrambling backwards, fear written across her face, grabbed a tree branch, and pulled herself up.
"This isn't over," she warned, looking straight at Merlin. Then, suddenly, a grey, glittery cloud appeared around her... and she was gone.
"I'm sorry, Arthur." Spoke Merlin.
I whirled around to face him, just as he collapsed, eyes rolling back in his head.
"Merlin!" I yelled, falling to my knees next to him. I grabbed his shoulders and shook them, trying to awaken him, but to no avail.
The knights rushed forward, Gwaine reaching my man-servant's side first, and helped me lift him on to a horse, stomach down; making sure to avoid his major wounds.
"Let's get him to Gaius," I said loud and clear.
Please be okay Merlin.
Well, I guess Merlin's gonna have to explain himself next chapter, won't he? Hope you liked it!