Out of Camelot
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Author:
archaeologist_d
Title: Out of Camelot
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin trusted the wrong person. He might pay for it with his life.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Camelot Drabble Prompt: #372:bingo-round 1- runaway
Author's Notes: Written for the bingo challenge.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; It and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Baying for blood, the dogs were nearing.
Catching his breath, his limbs trembling with exhaustion and the dregs of betrayal, Merlin looked up to see Arthur on the ridge, shouting out orders to find the sorcerer, to bring him back alive. That the pyre awaited.
A sea of red cloaks swept down into the woods, the dogs, too. And Arthur, sword raised, his face snarled in hatred.
Merlin had trusted the wrong person. He’d trusted Arthur.
His reward, to be hunted like an animal.
The shouts grew closer. Brushing aside tears, he did the only thing he could.
Merlin ran.
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Title: Out of Camelot
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin trusted the wrong person. He might pay for it with his life.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Camelot Drabble Prompt: #372:bingo-round 1- runaway
Author's Notes: Written for the bingo challenge.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; It and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Baying for blood, the dogs were nearing.
Catching his breath, his limbs trembling with exhaustion and the dregs of betrayal, Merlin looked up to see Arthur on the ridge, shouting out orders to find the sorcerer, to bring him back alive. That the pyre awaited.
A sea of red cloaks swept down into the woods, the dogs, too. And Arthur, sword raised, his face snarled in hatred.
Merlin had trusted the wrong person. He’d trusted Arthur.
His reward, to be hunted like an animal.
The shouts grew closer. Brushing aside tears, he did the only thing he could.
Merlin ran.