Shadows of Doubt [Merlin and Arthur] Mar 7, 2013 15:56:51 GMT -5
Post by merlinus on Mar 7, 2013 15:56:51 GMT -5
Setting: The training grounds of Camelot[/color]
Time of day: Mid-morning
Timeline: A week after the events of Lamia
Tag: Arthur Pendragon, Merlin
The young warlock moved to the training grounds, somewhat warily. Since the discovery of the Lamia, and the girl's eventual escape, he'd been almost avoiding the Knights, and Arthur. The words that had been spoken whilst they had been under the Lamia's spell had not been of their own choosing, but they had hurt... far more than Merlin would ever admit. He knew that he was more than they had said; he had saved Arthur's life so many times, saved their lives, but... there was a little, tiny niggling doubt.
Did they really see him as being so lowly? It was this doubt that had kept him away from them; and luckily, Gaius had unknowingly been a part of that - getting Merlin to fetch various things, keeping him busy and away from the Knights and their King. But now, it was unavoidable. He had been called - called - to the training grounds.... and though part of him knew that it was probably just to watch, to observe, he was nervous. Perhaps Arthur intended to use him as a training aid once more. After all, according to the Knights, he was barely useful for much else.
But then, what did they know? They had no idea how much he had done for Camelot - for them. How many times he had saved Arthur, had protected the King, sometimes at great risk to himself. Not that he wouldn't do the same a thousand times, but sometimes, it made the young warlock almost burn with frustration; wanting desperately not for glory, but at least to be recognised as something other than a useless manservant. Though Arthur teased him, bullied him - on occasion - they had a great friendship, one the young warlock was vastly proud of - but the Knights.... he wasn't quite sure what to make of this recent development.
Stepping onto the training grounds, Merlin swallowed as he stepped forward, padding silently over, half hoping that they wouldn't notice him, and half hoping to be accepted back into the bond he had once been a part of. Although he was not a knight, they had always treated him with respect, friendship, as though he were a younger brother, and to be without it made his place in Camelot just that little lonelier. The warlock shook the thoughts away as he stepped into the grounds, glancing around, unsure what he was wanted for, or what to do.
He refused to back down though. He had been told a thousand times by various people that his place was by Arthur's side, and by Arthur's side he would remain; no matter what. They were sword and shield; heart and mind, and not even the Knights of Camelot would stop Albion from reuniting. Pushing the sense of doubt as far back into his mind as he could, Merlin walked with a slightly renewed sense of energy, glancing around, looking for his King.