Protection

Warlock

A/N Thank you frozen-in-wonderland for the lovely review, it really did make me smile :D I hope this chapter is what you wanted! ^-^ This chapter does contain death by the way, hope you all enjoy. I also had NO idea what to name this chapter xD

Question of the Chapter: What's your OTP?

Answer of the Chapter: Either Malec or Destiel

Prompt: Leon being the one to protect Merlin (as there are like NO stories like this) by frozen-in-wonderland

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin

Sir Leon watches from the corner as the cloaked figure stalks up to the wooden door of the physician's chambers, everyone within the castle knew Gauis was currently in the lower town helping an injured mother who couldn't leave her house. So why was there a figure moving towards the door, the only one in there was...Merlin? The cloaked figure pushes open the door carefully, wincing slightly when it creaks loudly, the sound echoing throughout the empty stone hallways. Sir Leon silently creeps up the stone steps to the physician's door, careful not to make a lot of noise as he unsheathes his sword and watches the cloaked figure walk up to Merlin's room. The figure opens the door, growling slightly at the sight of the young warlock sleeping peacefully. He walks carefully over to the sleeping servant, taking out some golden manacles while he's at it, wrapping them around Merlin's thin wrists. Sir Leon was about to speak up when the figure raises his hand, causing Merlin to fly against the stone wall above his bed with a yelp.

"Hello Emrys, hope you slept well." The figure growls, glaring at the servant from under the cloak. Merlin let out a slight whimper as the figure tosses his against the wall again, his eyes catching Leon's, who shook his head as he ducks under the testing table with different herbs and plants on it. The figure turns around, eyes sweeping the room quickly before turning back to the warlock.

"Hmm, well I was sleeping well, that was until you decided to wake me rather rudely." Merlin snaps sarcastically, smirking slightly as the cloaked man growls again, "Care to tell me why you're here? I would ask you how you got in but Camelot really does need to up their security."

"I have a question for you o' mighty Emrys, why do you protect such a man? Why do you protect a Pendragon? A name that has been responsible for so many deaths and sadness, for so many ripped apart families?" The figure growls, raising his hand higher so Merlin's head hits the ceiling.

"Arthur is nothing like Uther, he does not believing in killing without fair trial...he would never murder an innocent man." Merlin groans as his head is pushed into the stone ceiling. He caught Sir Leon's eye once again, nodding slightly. Leon stood, placing his sword against the figure's back.

"Who are you?" Leon asks, digging the sword into the cloaked man's back a bit more, causing him to lower Merlin slightly.

"I would ask you the same question but there is no need Sir Leon." The man replies, the way he said Leon's name sent shivers down his spine.

"Who are you." Leon asks more harshly, pushing the sword into his back more.

"I am Denior and he is Emrys. The most powerful sorcerer to ever live, but as to why he is using that magic to protect such a low life like a Pendragon is unknown to me." He replies as he turns to face the knight, raising his other hand causing the sword in Leon's hand to fly across the room, rooting itself in the wall next to Merlin's head.

"You have the wrong person. There is no way he can have magic, he's too...too selfless?" Leon responds and he believed what he said, he just didn't know how to phrase it. The man laughs, a cold, empty sound that Leon couldn't help but think of how different it sounded from Merlin's. If this man was right and Merlin did have magic, how could he still be so...so kind and, of course, why would he protect a Pendragon?