Passing the Time, Chapter 5“And to be honest… I’d never met anyone like her…”
“So it was you who helped the girl escape I assume?”
Merlin had continued telling Arthur his story since they had woken a couple of hours ago. His mouth was getting dry from all of the talking, but he found himself rather enjoying it. Letting it out. Even if he was vague in some things. But he was going to tell Arthur everything this time.
He was just starting to explain about Freya.
“Yes… But I didn’t know she turned into a bloodthirsty beast during the night…”
“Yeah but…” Arthur froze, then shook his head, smiling ruefully. “You know what? Forget it. Just tell me.”
“… Well, the first time I saw her… There was something in her eyes. I guess I had no choice. I helped her escape and hide in the catacombs. I reckoned that she’d be safe there… I didn’t factor that she wasn’t the one who ne
Passing the Time, Chapter 4Taren cursed, her thoughts mirroring those of her companions. Anger, helplessness and guilt.
“We should have known!” She burst out, “We should have gone with Merlin and Arthur… of course they would have been the targets…”
“We weren’t to know which direction they were running in Taren…” Tristan said, though he hated the situation just as much as the sorceress. Bedivere spoke up,
“The best thing we can do is head back to Camelot. We can get more men, then come back here… retrace their steps. They must have left a trail of some kind…”
“I could stay. Attempt to retrace their steps with magic. It takes time, but I may be able to find something…?”
Bedivere considered Gally’s offer, then shook his head.
“Yeah,” Gwaine agreed, though he hated the idea of leaving. “There is no point in you risking capture as well… The soon
Passing the Time, Chapter 3The next morning, Arthur, Bedivere, Tristan, Gwaine, Percival, Taren, another sorcerer called Gally and Merlin rode out.
Merlin had spent hours convincing the men, and had eventually got Arthur to agree to leave. Though, if truth be told, Arthur believed Merlin had tried so hard to convince them because he was fed up of the awe and reverence with which people were treating him. He had certainly seemed fine, and had even bantered around with everyone, though Arthur knew that his actions could easily not reflect his actual current state. Gaius had eventually agreed that Merlin would be fit to ride, though he had forced Merlin to drink all sorts of concoctions. Arthur had been thankful he wasn’t at the receiving end of some of the mixtures, especially the one that seemed to give off its own toxic looking fumes.
Arthur had only put forward the idea of the Plains of Asetir as he was unused to sitting helplessly doing nothing. Not to mention that fact that he knew, as did everyone else
Passing the Time, Chapter 2Leon and Percival had left with the golden box, carefully carrying it down to the secure vaults below Camelot. Several guards had accompanied them, leaving Arthur, Gaius, Alice and Bedivere to discuss just what the hell had happened. Aside from the obvious.
Merlin had been sat, staring into space, for the better part of the last hour, and Arthur couldn’t even begin to comprehend what he was going through. He had sent for Taren, but felt completely helpless as he realised that there was nothing else he could do. Gaius had been explaining about the creatures, and Arthur had tried to focus on the words, instead of the blank, hollow expression on his manservants face. He gathered, from what Gaius had said, that the creatures had long been considered extinct, but apparently that was not the case. They were like leeches, in that once they latched on, they drained their host. But of magic. The creatures had been attracted to Merlin’s magic, hence the attacks, and the single bite h
Passing the Time, Chapter 1Merlin opened his eyes and groaned as his head seemed to split. Maybe he shouldn't have drunk that much the night before… ah well, it seemed to have helped him sleep. He got to his feet and immediately fell back onto the bed again as his head thumped painfully. Eventually, he realised he had to get up, and made his way, slowly down the stairs.
"So! Good afternoon Merlin. How did last night go for you…?" Gaius's voice seemed to thunder through his head, and Merlin slumped down onto the table, groaning in response. He looked up as a cup was placed in front of him, and grimaced when he realise what was inside it. Sure, it was great for a hangover, but it tasted… well, he didn't want to think about what it tasted like. He picked up the cup and downed he content in one, shivering at the terrible taste. He swilled it but with water, then one of Gaius's words came back to him.
"Why yes Merlin. You got back here at about one in the morning, waking me and Alice
How Not to Arrange a Party, Chapter 7Arthur was grinning as he overheard Merlin telling Peredur of some of the things Archie had been up to. The living suit of Armour for one. But the fact that Gwaine and the cook had been the brunt of most of the kid's pranks had Peredur nearly crying with laughter. The other Knights were smiling too, and Arthur felt his grin widen at the expressions on some of their faces.
The druid camp came within sight, and Arthur rode up to Bedivere, who was watering the horses.
"Sire! It's good to see you back. The druid elders have come to a decision, regarding your offer."
"Did they accept?"
"I'll leave that for Aglain to tell you Sire."
Merlin joined him as they went to find Aglain, leaving Peredur to greet his friends. Merlin spotted Kaden, and made a sight detour.
"You read to head back to Camelot? We are probably going to set out tomorrow morning…"
"I'm good to go. Though we may have quite a few more travelling companions…"
"After a fashion… I'll let Agla
How Not to Arrange a Party, Chapter 6Merlin crouched down in front of the Druid woman and helped her pick up the herbs that surrounded her feet.
"Thankyou, I…" she looked up and realised who he was, her face turning to an expression of respect, if not a little embarrassment. "Emrys, there is no need. I can manage…"
"Dawn, Right? You name?"
"I… Yes… But why?"
"My friend over there, Sir Bedivere, seems very taken with you. It could not hurt to talk… I know you had a happy conversation last time he was here…"
"I… Emrys I…"
"Please, It's Merlin…"
"Merlin… He is a good man. That I can see. Pure of heart, brave, loyal…"
"Yet you avoid him?"
"There are a lot of… differences between us."
"That should not stop you. Believe me, I've heard… well, seen stranger… Arthur was royalty, and Queen Guinevere? She was a servant." He paused, before continuing. "I do not intend to make you uncomfortable, but I can see that your avoidance of him ca
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