The Sorcerer Games

Chapter 8

A/N:
Don't think I forgot about this story, I was kind of slow in updating since I didn't think anyone cared enough to read it but since u guys are commenting and I've gotten more reads, I'll continue to post on here. I will not abandon u guys like other writers have I promise. Anyways, enjoy this chapter and review!!

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Merlin was currently sitting, sprawled out on the straw filled cell floor.

He'd just woken up from a peaceful nap, only to have all the memories of what happened earlier plague his mind again.

He reacted only on instinct, seeing that someone was in danger. He will admit that he felt a connection with the Prince when he had first gotten here, not because he looked similar to Arthur, but just for some random reason that he didn't know. Maybe this was part of his destiny too, to meet these people, to meet Alex. He had saved the Prince's life, only to be sentenced to a flogging. But thankfully, the Arudus Prince was able to talk his father out of such a gruesome sentence.

Merlin chuckled, it was quite funny if you thought about it. This was exactly what had happened when he saved Arthur's life for the first time. There was a feast, a dagger, revenge for the King having killed someone's son. Only back in Camelot, he was rewarded the position of the King's manservant, but here, he was rewarded with two nights in the dungeons. Merlin couldn't help but wonder who the man's son was. After James had reactivated the bracelet, and the guards were escorting him out of the room, he happened to glance at the sorcerer, only to find out he had a Druidic symbol on the inside of his wrist.

Merlin shuddered at the memory. Druids were peaceful people, and to see one become so rabid, it was shocking. He understood though, after all, the king had murdered his son, and even if Merlin wasn't there to know if he actually did it or not, he couldn't help but believe the man. The King was worse than Uther, and that said a lot.

Merlin looked down at both of his wrists, noting how the bracelets on each of his arms were fitting a little too snugly. Precautions, Merlin thought, because he was such an evil sorcerer that he had to wear two. He just hoped that he could be able to get another bad dream before the eight months end, resulting in the same thing that happened yesterday morning. Having two bracelets on, if even possible, suppressed his magic down even further out of reach.

Merlin's head snapped up at the creaking sound of a door opening.

He heard footfalls, getting louder and louder as the person neared. He watched as a small light become brighter and brighter, until there was a person standing there, in front of his cell. He held up a hand and squinted his eyes, trying to block as much as the bright light as he could out of the way.

When his vision became used to the brightness, his eyes focused on a blonde haired man.

"Alex?" Merlin asked, he didn't mean to, but his voice came out more like a whimper.

"Hello Merlin." Alex softly spoke.

Merlin finally lowered his hand, and the two stared at each other for a few moments.

Alex's face was blank, showing no emotion at all, but having worked with Arthur all his life and receiving the same treatment, he could tell just by looking into his eyes that they were full of sorrow.

"You," Alex cleared his throat, "you saved my life last night, and I just wanted to thank you."

When Alex's voice cracked, his mask faltered. Maybe the connection that Merlin was feeling with this man was mutual.

"It was purely instinct." Merlin responded, somewhat more weakly than intended.

"Yes, well, if that is merely instinct, then you must be quite powerful." Alex suggested.