The explosive way to light a Fire – A Merlin One-Shot

"MERLIN!"

The boy froze, bucket in one hand, mop in the other. What had he done now?

"Arthur?" The raven turned slowly, to see the crown-prince of Camelot storming towards him with a thunderous look.

"MERLIN!"

Ok, Merlin decided, he should either run for his life now, and work out what the raging blond wanted later, or face up to whatever it was he had supposedly done.

"MERLIN!"

He chose to run. For his life.

"MERLIN! STOP! GET BACK HERE!"

The dark-haired servant boy glanced over his shoulder as he ran, and sped up, seeing Arthur storming after him, pushing servants aside. Oh no. No way in hell was he stopping.

"MERLIN!"

"What did I do?" The boy shouted over his shoulder as he fled.

"WHAT DID YOU DO? THAT'S WHAT I SHOULD BE ASKING YOU, MERLIN! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY ROOM!"

His room? What had Merlin done to his room? Oh... Yeah. The fire... and... Oh no... He'd blown it up...

He glanced back at Arthur behind him again, yelling himself hoarse about how some idiot servant had destroyed his chambers. He took the chance to bolt down a spiral staircase to his left. He did not fancy another day in the stocks.

He'd been trying to light the fire with a flint and steel. The wood was slightly damp though. And no-one was in the room sooo... He'd used his magic... and... well...

BOOM!

"Ooops..." Merlin murmered as he ran "Oops."

"OOPS! IS THAT ALL YOU CAN SAY FOR YOURSELF! IDIOT!"

And there was Arthur, thunderous and scowling catching quickly up to him. He turned again, darting down a corridor, the Crown-prince hot on his heels, threatening that when he caught him, he was so going to end up in the stocks.

Oh Yeah. He was going to keep running.