I'm so sorry for how I'm ending this story. I haven't been on here for a long time, so I just needed to end it and I did it really quick.

Chapter Four

Lancelot carried Merlin into Gaius's place and laid him down on a table as was instructed. He helped take Merlin's shirt off and ignored the gasps of horror behind him. Merlin was a wreck. He had knife wounds all over, a big burn in the center of his chest. A rash on his forearm, and marks all around, like he was bound with a chain or rope.

"The wound isn't too bad. Pass me that bottle," Gaius pointed to something and Gwaine gave it to him. "We only need to worry about the infection." He poured the bottle over the wound and rubbed it in a little bit. He stitched it up and put cloth over top.

"Gaius. They know," Lancelot told him, gesturing to the others around them.

"I see," Gaius looked at each of them. "You have not told Uther?"

"No, and they won't until they hear the full story," Lancelot glared, as if daring them to argue.

"Perhaps we can start now. I know most of it and Merlin should not be getting up for another day," Gaius sat down. There wasn't many places to sit, but a few of the Knights were fine with sitting on the ground, leaning their backs against the wall.

Gaius started to talk of a young warlock who came to Camelot to witness a guy get executed for having magic. This warlock saved lives, made friendships, acted like a clown to cheer people up. He got hurt for his friends, and he hid who he truly was, so he could help people who would kill him if they knew. He lost people, and never showed it. He got a girlfriend and his best friend killed her. They were silent until Gaius finally stopped.

"The scars on his chest?" Arthur asked hesitantly.

"The burn is from Nimueh," Merlin sat up slowly. He downed a drink Gaius passed him, and grimaced. "I have been captured before, so the lines on my wrists are from those times. The chain marks," he gestured to the lines going across his chest and arms. "Those were from Morgana and Morgause. I spied on them and they caught me. Left me for serkets, where I got this," he turned around and pointed to the mark on the small of his back.

"The other wounds," Gwaine murmured.

"From bandits. From yesterday when Morgana took me to question me. Some are just me, tripping," Merlin shrugged.

"You need more rest. Get out," He told Merlin and said the last to the Knights. None of them told Uther, and Arthur swore to himself that when he was king, he would repeal the ban on magic.