Chapter 1: Merlin's POV
"Rise and Shine prince prat. You've got a lot to do today." I cheerfully chirped tearing open the deep red curtains. Allowing the fluorescent bright light to filter in from outside. A loud groan and muffled,
"Merlin" could be heard from the bed, as Arthur buried his face beneath his pillow in an attempt to block out the light. Fondly rolling my eyes at the prats antics. I impatiently waltzed over and placing my hands on Arthurs side. Swiftly pushed the prince off the bed and onto his royal heiny. I burst out laughing at the look on Arthurs face as he sleepily peered out from the tangle of blankets now holding him captive on the floor. Oh if looks could kill I would be 3 feet under by the murderous glare Arthur threw my way as I helped him to freedom once more. The moment he was free i found myself in a head lock as Arthur ruffled my hair before finally releasing me and pushing me to the ground. I glared up at him as I pushed myself once more to my feet. Brushing off my pants as i watched him sit down to eat his breakfast. Huffing in annoyance I had just started pulling out his clothes for the day when suddenly there was a loud knock before the door burst open revealing a frantic guard panting from running all the way here.
"Thomas whatever is the matter to have you bursting in here as if hells hounds were nipping at your heels?" Arthur demanded putting down his fork and turning a raised eyebrow on our uninvited guest.
"The king he's taken a turn for the worse. Giaus sent me to grab you. He says the king only has but a few minutes left." Arthurs rosy cheeks paled at the guards words as he swiftly stood and hurried from the room. Sighing I slowly followed after him remembering the day morgana turned against her family causing Uther to fall ill with grief. The king hasn't been the same since. His grief becoming so bad that his body started shutting down making him unable to even move because of the illness. Although I hated Uther for killing innocent people just because of his own mistakes, i despised seeing Arthur so torn up and miserable more. I may have started out just biding my time to strike but over these past 4 years Arthurs become like a brother to me. Reaching the kings chambers I hesitated outside the door watching Arthur sorrowfully sit beside the bed and cradling his dads hand in his own. Finally after a deep breath I stepped inside and went to stand beside my friend laying a hand on his shoulder as he tearfully watched the rise and fall of his dads chest. My heart broke seeing him so miserable, but I knew there was nothing I could do. Not even my magic could heal Uthers illness. After a moment of silence the door opened admitting Giaus within its confines. Arthur taking one last look at his dying dad got up and opening the door walked out into the hallway with Giaus hot on his heels to speak in private. The moment the doors once more shut leaving me alone with the man who has tortured and killed millions i turned back to the bed to see Uthers tired eyes open, and trained upon me.
"Hello Uther. I guess even you can be brought so low by grief. To think that it would be the hatred of a daughter to finally break the great Uther Pendragon." I softly whispered gently brushing a strand of hair out of his face as his eyes widened. I could see the moment recognition took place as his face took on one of horror.
"You..." He sputtered shrinking away from my touch as he fearfully glanced at the door his son just exited through.
"Me." I calmly agreed returning my hand to my lap as I sat on the side of the bed staring down at the dying king at my mercy.
"To think the man who has reviled against magic and killed millions of people because of a mistake you made that cost the life of your wife, would than turn around and unknowingly make the man destined to kill your son, his sons manservant. Oh how irony makes fools of us all. But fear not Uther Pendragon for I have no plans to take your sons life anymore. Maybe at first but Arthur has found a special place within my heart. So no more could I cut out my own heart and feed it to the dogs, will I neither kill and harvest your sons soul. I assume since you are about to die before he turns 22 that this silly vow you made will finally break and Arthur will once more be safe. So you have nothing to fear I will protect Arthur in your absence and he will be the best king the world has ever seen. So sleep now my friend, and in peace may your rest finally remain." I smiled watching as Uthers horrified face slowly relaxed as his eyes began to droop closed. Taking one final heaving breath Uther lay still silence once more filling the chambers. That is until Arthur came back and upon seeing his dad not breathing began to wail rushing to the bedside. Decieding that it was time to make my exit, and leave the new king to his grief I quickly fled the room walking down the hallway to prepare a cup of warm milk from the kitchen for Arthur. That poor boy is going to need all the help he can get to get through the next few weeks. Yet as I was turning a corner I hissed in pain leaning up against the wall and stared down at my burning arm. I paled as a golden Pendragon crest appeared on my flesh before vanishing once more into my skin. Taking the pain with it. Standing there trembling, tears spilling freely down my pale cheeks, I stared down at my arm where the symbol once was as i realized what this means.
"This is not the end. Unless something is done. Willing or not once Arthur turns 22, I will be forced to kill my best friend."
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