How Not to Arrange a Party, Chapter 5Arthur woke to the bustle of midmorning. Several druids were up and about, but the vast majority were no-where to be seen. Neither, he realised was Merlin.
"Merlin!" he sat up in a flurry of red fabric, and was greeted by the face of a young druid boy.
"Emrys is sleeping… Your friends are eating at the fire…"
"Ah… Thank you…"
The boy scampered away and Arthur made his way over to the others.
"G'morning Sire," Bedivere said, a bowl of warm gruel in his hands.
"What time is it?" Arthur asked, accepting a bowl from a druid woman and seating himself between Kaden and Bedivere.
"Mid-morning… Sorry for not waking you Sire, but we thought you may need sleep. We ourselves only woke up half an hour ago…"
"He slept outside last night. He's still sleeping."
"Outside? Merlin hates the forest…"
"No… He loves being in the forest… and being outside…" This was Kaden, whose face immediately fell as he realised how blunt
How Not to Arrange a Party, Chapter 4They reached the clearing just as a band of cloaked and masked men charged through the trees. Most of the druids were on their feet in an instant, but a young man, who had been injured, wasn't so quick. A sword descended towards him, but Merlin lashed out with Magic, sending the man flying. The druid looked at him gratefully, and Merlin nodded, before repeating the action several times more. Tristan and Bedivere were surrounded by Men, and Arthur was fighting four of the men. Dodging the blasts of magic, Arthur was thankful that he had trained a few times against Merlin, but resolved to do more of it. He was suddenly hit squarely in the chest by a bolt of energy, and few back twenty feet. Landing in the ground, he looked dup in time to see his attackers blasted into the trees by Merlin. His manservants face was masked by an expression of hatred and determination that he had only ever seen once before, when Morgana had attacked. He ducked a blade that came swinging from his left, and sl
How Not to Arrange a Party, Chapter 3Gwaine grinned as he thought over Gwen's plans. Unlike before, she had planned to have something in the Castle, not the tavern, and Gwaine was looking forward to it. There would be ale, of course, and a feast. Gwen's reasoning was that there was one long overdue, and what better way to do it than to surprise Merlin. Gwaine was also surprised at the eagerness of the knights… they had always been very avoidant of his birthday celebration planning. Leon had eagerly got involved with arranging the different guests, probably due to the novelty of inviting a variety of Sorcerers and Magic users. Merlin's friend, Taren, had got a group together and they had planned to decorate the entire interior of the hall with a forest like scene, including wild flowers, leaves, the image of daylight poking through a canopy and even live birds. Guinevere had been very supportive of this, and had insisted on seeing an example. Her delighted laughter had rung through the entire room as a corner of the
How Not to Arrange a Party, Chapter 2Percival was too slow to notice everyone else sidling away, and when he finally looked up, it was too late.
"Gwaine…" Percival realised he was in trouble. For the past few years, Gwaine had grabbed hold of a couple of the other knights and arranged a birthday celebration for Merlin. Thing was, they always failed. Dramatically. Merlin used to put up with it, but now that everyone knew he had magic, Percival was sure that whoever helped Gwaine out would end up as a toad… or worse…
"How do you feel about helping me to arrange Merlin's birthday thing this year?"
"Gee Gwaine… I'd love to, but I have to… I mean, Leon will tell you why I can't… Won't you Leon."
"Err" Leon tried to act as though he knew what he was talking about, but hey could all see that Gwaine was having none of it. Leon tried, none-the-less.
"You see… Percival was, well, It's kinda hard to explain… but Johan volunteered to help you…"
How Not to Arrange a Party, Chapter 1Arthur opened his eyes and sat up, his head clearer than it had been in some time. Gwen stirred next to him, and he moved gently so as not to wake her. His feeling of contentment left as quickly as it had come, as he recalled the event of the previous day. Arthur sighed. He hadn't seen Merlin since he had left them upon their return to Camelot, and, if truth be told, he was more than a little worried. The look on Merlin's face, when he had discovered that Arthur had not fully trusted him, still sent guilty shivers through his head, but he had no time to think on it further as a familiar triple knock sounded from the door.
Merlin stepped in, holding a breakfast tray.
"Sire." Merlin's voice was expressionless, but before Arthur could say anything, he caught sight of a small bulge under the sleeve of his shoulder. A bandage. He held his tongue until Merlin had settled the try down, then held out a hand to stop him from turning.
"Merlin… How are you feeling?"
Revenge of A Pendragon, Chapter 8Merlin had a long argument with Leon and Gwaine about him being able to go. Finally, he had enough and got to his feet, pointing at the two of them.
"I am going. I'm perfectly fine. Damn it, I've fought in worse states than this. You need a sorcerer, and Arthur would trust me more than any of the others in Camelot. You also need someone to guide you to the glade, as I doubt any of you have any idea where it is. Anyway, you know that even if you leave me behind, I'll just follow you, and you now full well none of you will be able to stop me."
Neither of them had been able to argue that, though Alice had been surprised by how fast he was up and around.
"Don't you ever rest, Merlin? You were nearly dying an hour ago…"
"Well… When I don't really need to rest, I don't bother, and when I need to, I never get the chance. So I guess not. Anyway, I feel fine. Great in fact. Honest…"
He had given her such an innocent smile that she had burst out laughing, just as Gaius came
Revenge of a Pendragon, Chapter 7Gaius felt himself smiling as he heard Alice coming back into the room. Maybe everything could work out this time… He finished flipping through the book he was holding, and placed it on the table, opening another. The spell was crude, but he hadn't been able to find a better one so it would have to do. His smile faded at the thought that it might not work, but he swiped the thought from his mind. It had to work…
Alice came up behind him, and read over the spell again. Sighing, she turned to him,
"Gaius… the spell is too complex… especially as I haven't ever done it before…"
"I can cast it. I just need to merge your power to the words as I cast it… I'm not strong enough to do it. It's been too long since I've done anything even close to being this powerful…"
"Then we will do it that way… but we can't do something like that without having tried it before… We'd need to attune it properly before…"
She was interrupted by
Revenge of A Pendragon, Chapter 6Leon came out from Taren's home, his face split into a grin.
"Taren said that a healer came into Camelot yesterday. She's said to be one of the best around…"
"Well, did she tell us where to find her?" Tristan asked,
"Ye. Her name is Alice, and Taren says she is often down in the herb stores in the lower town…"
It took less than three minutes for them to reach the right place and then a few more to locate the woman. The sight of her pulled Leon up short, though the others couldn't figure out why his hand immediately clenched around the pommel of his sword.
"Leon?" That was Tristan, "What is it?"
"This… She escaped from the cells years ago… I remember her…"
"And you need my help…?" The woman, Alice, did not seem perturbed by the sight of the knights, and walked up to them. "I've just heard that Merlin is in trouble? I haven't heard what kind, but the fact that you are looking for a healer must mean he's hurt?" It was less of a question than a sta
Revenge of A Pendragon, Chapter 5Merlin ran down the steps, heading towards the dungeon level. He could hear Arthur's footsteps closing in behind him, and nearly stumbled when he came to the next corner. Running straight ahead, he had to waste a couple of seconds pulling open the heavy wooden door, before jumping down the twisting staircase two or three steps at a time. The door hadn't had a chance to close before Arthur had run through it, and a sudden gasp from him pulled Merlin up short.
Turning, he saw that Arthur's eyes were blue, and he was gasping out words. Listening closer, Merlin made out,
"Merlin… What do you think you 're… Dungeons… That vision was…" He cried out and his eyes turned red, leaving Uther's voice to take over.
"He seems very fond of you… I never could figure it out…" He lunged forward, and Merlin jumped back a few steps, turning and continuing down.
Leaping the last several steps, Merlin bent his knees, absorbing the impact, and stumbled slightly as he