A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first fanfiction so I hope you like it. Please review or I will think that it is crap and there will be no more chapters!
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin! *pouts* if I did, season two would be out by now!
Two days, that was all. Demetrious only had two more days until he reached the great kingdom of Camelot. For in that kingdom, an awesome power was growing, an awesome power that he, Demetrious, couldn't even begin to imagine. The sorcerer knew that that power must be destroyed for he was the most powerful sorcerer in the world, not some boy.
There was only one way to fulfill his plan. For he had thought it through over and over, it would surly work. There were no flaws to this plan and whilst he was destroying Emrys, he could never pass up the chance to kill the soon to be, Great King Arthur.
MERLIN
"Merlin, you do know that if you're late again Arthur will have you put in the stocks?" It had started like any other day, but Gaius didn't want to see the poor boy wind up covered in rotten food, again.
"Arthur?" Merlin grumbled, obviously half asleep. Then it occurred to him. "Arthur!" he shot up in his bed and ran to his cupboard slipping on the sheet that had fallen off the bed in the middle of the night. "Thanks, Gaius. I owe you." Despite the constant threat of being thrown in the stocks, the young warlock always seemed to be cheerful. He ran down the stairs still putting his red scarf on and headed out the door.
Merlin figured the prince be pacing in his room when he arrived, and when he rounded the corner he found he was correct. "Finally Merlin, my armor won't polish itself!" Arthur exclaimed to his manservant who was just standing in the doorway.
A smile appeared on the sorcerer's face. "Little do you know…" For a person who didn't like magic, the prince always seemed to hive Merlin great ideas.
"What are you smiling about? Get to work!" his order was serious, but his curiosity was also showing. Merlin knew what he was thinking. "Why was he really smiling?" But Merlin didn't know how or even if he even should tell his friend about his magic. There were so many ways he could react, and if he reacted by anger…
Merlin pushed it from his thoughts. He didn't need to worry about this right now. "I'm sorry, sire. I'll get to work."
"Good." The prince left the room shaking his head.
The young warlock considered what his master suggested, and have the armor polish itself, but he decided against it. Gaius keeps telling him not to use his magic for his chores. Merlin didn't understand why other than the fact that he could get caught and executed.
He used magic on all the other ridiculous chores Arthur had in store for him today, but Merlin knew that he had to be careful and he always was. No need to worry.
ARTHUR
The day had gone by pretty smoothly. The prince stood at the head of his bed thinking. Merlin had always gotten done with his chores so quickly and today was no different. It was almost as if it were like magic…
A/N: Review please! *puppy-dog face*