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Merlin stood still whilst George did his armour. The day had finally come for the last game of the Games Of All. Sword fighting. Merlin dreaded the thought of having to fight. He only had to do it because he was Arthur's servant, the Prince's servant. They both stood in the tent that they shared for getting ready. It was bright red with a table and chairs. George wasn't meant to be in his tent, it was for him and Denis only, and the boy should be with the other servants getting ready. However, because of Denis's arm, he was unable to fight, and Merlin needed someone to help him with his armour. George finished doing his armour and Merlin moved his arms and legs to get used to it. He then picked up George's armour and started to get him ready for a fight. Even though George was one of the most likely people not to be scared, he could feel the boy shaking a bit.

"How can you not be nervous?" George asked calmly looking at the floor. Merlin shrugged.

"I'm just not," he replied, picking up another part of his armour.

"Really, how are you not?" a voice from behind the two asked. They both turned to see Arthur standing at the door. George bowed, muttering a quick 'Sire' then picking up his armour and heading out to where the other servants were. He left the tent quickly and quietly. Arthur watched him go then turned back to Merlin. "Who the hell is that?" he asked.

"George, a servant."

"No wonder I've never heard of him," Arthur said walking forward. "I barely know half the servants in the castle," he said, taking a seat. Merlin looked down and picked up his hooded cape. It was a bright red with a golden dragon on the back of it. It was easy to tell he was a Camelot servant. He didn't pick up his mask. If he did, Arthur would know when he was fighting and that would ruin the whole idea of the game.

Not meant to know who the fighter is until the end.

"So, why aren't you nervous?" Arthur questioned again. Merlin swung his cape over his shoulders and tied it up.

"I've fought worse things with you, Arthur," he replied.

"Yah, but you can't sword fight," the young Prince said back.

"Dennis has taught me well, I'm better than I was before," Merlin said thinking back to the fight he had with Maris on the battlements. He picked up his sword and looked at it. How many men had used this sword before him? Whose was it originally?

Arthur stood up and walked over to Merlin. He placed a strong reassuring hand on his shoulder. The boy looked up at Arthur.

"I came to wish you luck," he said smiling. Merlin smiled. "And the knights wish it to you too," he added. Merlin's smile widens.

"Did Gwen and the serving girls bully you into saying that?" he asked, almost laughing.

"We weren't bullied, Merlin."

"Oh, no, of course not," Merlin said innocently shaking his head.

"No," Arthur said.

"No," Merlin repeated.

"More... They wouldn't leave us alone until we did as they asked."

"You mean they bullied you."

"Shut up Merlin," the Prince snapped. Merlin nodded. An awkward silence fell upon the two of them and after a moment Arthur walked out to go claim his seat.

Merlin was standing by the edge of the ring watching as two helpers carried a wounded man's body off the field. Merlin had his mask on, plain white with sparkly green ivy patterned on it, going from the bottom right corner of his face to his top left. Butterflies suddenly danced about in Merlin's stomach like frogs leaping. He clutched his sword tightly, knuckles turning a ghostly white. He was finding it hard to control his breathing, but was doing okay for the moment.

Merlin looked out into the ring to see his opponent ready and waiting for him. He was a man from Credulus looking just a bit taller than Merlin. At first looks, you could mistake him for a knight, but he was really just another servant. He was going to be just as good as Merlin was or worse… maybe even better. Merlin shook his head. He should not be thinking like that.

Merlin was too busy watching the crowd shout and cheer to notice Dennis walk up beside him.

"His armor's damaged most on the back of his left leg. If you hit him, there hard enough he should just collapse. He's also most vulnerable on his lower half of his body," the man informed him. Merlin looked to his side slightly to see that Dennis had a cast on. He looked back and nodded.

"Thank you Dennis," Merlin said. Dennis nodded and slapped Merlin's back. The young Warlock walked forward into the ring.

The formerly settled crowd now screamed and shouted, clapping and cheering with enthusiasm. Most of the people in the crowd were people of Camelot so Merlin wasn't surprised that he was getting the most cheers. He walked slowly toward the centre of the ring, stopping when he was about a meter away from his opponent. Uther stood and raised his arm. The crowd fell silent waiting for the fight to begin. The silence stretched out for long than it should have.

Uther dropped his hand.

His opponent ran at him and swung his sword at Merlin's left side. Merlin blocked the attack, then the two that the man tried to give to his lower right side. Merlin spun round to let his sword meet the other man's on his right side. Merlin pushed the man away making him take a few steps backwards. The man swung his sword around before striking forward and trying to hit Merlin's left side again. Merlin blocked the attack, and then tried to hit the man's right leg. Merlin's attack was blocked as planned. Merlin then fooled the man into thinking that he was about to strike his upper body on the right side, but at the last second changed his move with a strike that hit his left leg.

Merlin's opponent fell to the floor on his knees. The crowd both cheered and booed as the fight went on. For a second, Merlin was lost as to what he was meant to do. Merlin's hesitation almost lost him the fight. The man, with his sword, hit Merlin on his left leg and pushed him backwards. Merlin fell to the ground and lay there flat. His opponent got to his feet quickly, kicked Merlin's sword out of his hand and placed the end of his sword on Merlin's neck.

He'd lost…

"Surrender…" the man, hissed. Merlin had to say surrender or the man had full right to hurt him until he did. It wasn't how a normal fight would happen, but they had changed the rules for the servants.

Merlin looked to his side to see Arthur standing up leaning over the side of the railings and shouting something. Uther was talking to a King, he was handing some money over to him. The King's were placing bets, and Uther had just lost because he, Merlin, had lost. He looked to the side of them to see his friends, Gwaine, Percival, Leon, Lancelot, Elyan and Gwen all cheering at him. He bent his neck back to look at the side of the ring. He saw Dennis and George shouting too, and even Gaius was shouting. However, he had showed Gaius his mask, so he did know it was he.

"Surrender…" the man, insisted again. Merlin looked at him. Through the mask, he could see clear blue eyes. Merlin shook his head, locking the man's eyes with his.

"Never…" Merlin reached for his sword, "ever…" the man didn't notice that Merlin was reaching for the sword, "will I surrender," Merlin said, grabbing his sword. The man tore his eyes away from Merlin's, but was too late to do anything.

Merlin hit the man on the side of the head with the handle of his sword. The man rolled onto the floor and got to his feet as quickly as Merlin had. The man ran at him, but Merlin just took a step to his side and stuck out his foot. The man went head first down and onto the ground. The crowd roared with laughter. Merlin smiled. The man got up again and slammed his shoulder into Merlin's, sending him flying towards the floor. The man was turned slightly to the side and Merlin took this opportunity to kick the back of his left leg. The man fell onto his back on the ground and Merlin jumped to his feet and pressed the end of his sword to the man's neck.

Merlin smiled behind his mask, looking down on the man.

"Surrender…" Merlin said.

"I surrender," the man whispered.

"Pardon?" Merlin asked and the man sighed.

"I surrender!" he shouted loud enough for everyone to hear and everyone cheered. Merlin took the sword away and offered his hand to the man. The man happily took it and Merlin helped him up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see two of the Kings giving Uther money and Arthur roaring with amusement.

Maybe the Games Of All, weren't so bad after all…

Bit of a mean ending I personally think

Hope you all enjoyed this story. I enjoyed writing it.

Look out for my name as another Merlin story should be up and running sooner or later… I have three ideas at the moment that I want to write, but just can't choose!

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