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Merlin Fanfic Story by Jasonteague(m): 12:03pm On Jun 24, 2016 |
Hi guys this is a merlin fanfiction that I saw on google.its a good story have read it and I said I should share it with you guys. The scene starts when merlin poisoned morgana to save camelot Chapter 1 - Sacrifice He held the poison in his hand. Ready and waiting. Merlin used his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his shiny forehead. He could hear Arthur's sword crashing against the undead knights just outside the big double doors. He hazily turned his head to stare at the Lady Morgana. His friend, the woman who trusted him, the woman who was the source of the spell, the traitor. The victim. Yet she seemed genuinely worried. She craned Uther's head in her shaking hands as she stared down at the sleeping King. No he thought as he turned his head back around to gaze at the lethal liquid in his hands. He had no choice. If he didn't destroy the source, then Camelot would be forever lost. All his friends, his destiny with Arthur. They would cease to be and that was an option that was not acceptable. It had to be done. He heard the sound of ripping cloth as Morgana began preparing Uther's sheet made stretcher to lower him out the window. Just like Arthur had said. What is she doing? No! He had made up his mind. It had to be done, now. He crouched down on one knee, his back still to the King and his ward. Popping off the top to his water sack he immediately poured the poison in, not prepared to allow himself time to consider his actions. He swiftly turned back to Morgana. The deadly liquid in his hand. He watched her silently for a few short moments, now seeing guilt written all over her face. He was unsurprised when her eyes drew upwards to his own baby blues. Seconds felt like days as their eyes met. She looked at him like she knew what he was doing...like she knew he was going to kill her. "Have some water." He said quickly, pushing the water towards her. He watched her eyes look down at the ordinary looking sack before returning to his. She shook her head. "I'm not thirsty." She stated and instantly went back to ripping Uther's sheets. His mind feverishly thought a reason as to why she should drink it, but why exactly would you have a drink of water at a time like this if you weren't thirsty. His mouth spoke faster then his brain could think. "If we get out of here you may not get another chance to drink." She looked up at him as if he was crazy. "If we get out of here." Her tone was full of doubt, frustration and...anger? Arthur's scream echoed up the hall, causing the pair to turn their heads towards the big double doors. Merlin stood and walked towards the door whilst handing her the poisoned sack, and watched her as he walked past as she instantly put it down. Did she know? Realising there was nothing else he could do. He walked back and picked up the water casually and proceeded to put the deadly drink to his mouth. With his back to her he pretended to swallow it with an audible gulp, silently wondering if she was even watching. He spun around and crouched to hold out the beverage to her. "Here" He whispered, though unsure as to why. "I'm fine." She repeated annoyingly. "N-No you have some before I finish it." He stammered. She stopped what she was doing and stared up at him with those big blue innocent eyes. His heart skipped as his guilt stabbed at every corner of him. She suddenly smiled charmingly and reached out for the flask. Her hand tightened round it and he found himself having to force himself to release it. "Thank you." She whispered. She looked touched by his apparent generosity as she grasped the poisoned water now in her hand. She popped the lid, he finding himself unable to tear his eyes from the scene. And just like that she drunk. He felt a fierce stab in his gut in those few seconds she swallowed, having to blink a couple more times in an effort to stop himself lashing forwards and stealing the water from her. She finished and wiped her mouth. It was done. She gave the sack back to him with a smile and he immediately snatched it from her, once again not prepared to allow himself time to ponder what he had done. He turned his back to her and waited. Waited for his friend to die. She coughed, and he took in a large gulp of air. It was beginning. The sudden intakes of air came next. He could hear her. Gasping. Afraid. He had done that to her. He had betrayed her, and now he could feel her eyes penetrating into the back of his head. Those hot suspicious vibrant blues burning into his very soul. The gasps grew more frequent and he knew it was only going to get worse for her. She deserved more than this. She deserved more than to be gutlessly killed by someone who she thought she could trust. He felt the stinging sensation of tears and hastily wiped them away, almost slapping himself in the process. She at least deserved his attention. He turned to her suddenly at first, ready to show her a cold exterior, but was brought to a stand still. She stared up at him with confused, terrified eyes. He almost felt himself collapse when a squeak escaped her frozen lips. What had he done? He dropped to his knees to try and bring her into his arms but she batted his arms away in a frenzy, her eyes screaming betrayal. He tried again to be met with the same results, but persisted in the knowledge that shortly she would be too weak to resist his guilt ridden comfort. He was proven right as she fell into his arms. He caught her and immediately allowed her to put her weight on him. She gasped for air whilst grasping her throat. He stared down at her with his lips trembling, he stared at her as he watched her draw her last few terrified breaths before he could take no more. He wrapped his arms around her and stared up at the ceiling, his eyes glazing over with unshed tears. He couldn't watch her die at his own hands in his arms. He bit his bottom lip as he heard her choke out desperately when suddenly...nothing. Silence rung out through the throne room, and a single silent tear escaped the young Warlocks eye. He had done it. He had killed one of his good friends. He looked down at the unmoving woman in his arms and broke down, shaking with guilt as tears rapidly burst forward from his glistening blue eyes. He pulled her head up to his and rested his own forehead on her pale one. Subdued yet violent sobs shook him as he rocked them both back and forth. He had done this without proof, but instead on the word of a vindictive dragon that had always had a sore spot for the 'witch' as he called her. Abruptly the locked double entrance doors to the throne room blasted open. Merlin snapped his head to glance at the doors to find Morgause stepping through the smoke. Merlin studied her through blurry wet eyes. She seemed genuinely concerned, in fact afraid of the sight she saw before her. He didn't have time to make a plan as the blonde sorceress came bounding forward, dropped to her knees and took the lifeless Morgana from him. He stumbled backwards mouth agape. Eyes red raw from hot tears. He was a monster, and he silently prayed to the Gods that they would forgive him for what he was about to do next. "What has he done to you?" Morgause asked her half-sister. Merlin slowly rose to his feet with a still trembling bottom lip. Uther began to stir behind him. There wasn't much time. "I can save her." He stated weakly, yet with an underlying tone of assurance. Morgause looked up at him confused. "What? What could you possibly do? You're just a servant -" "I'm the last chance she's got!" Merlin rather more boldly replied. Morgause continued to stare up at him now even more confused. "I don't understand." She said dazed. He could hear Uther groaning behind him, as well as Arthur's boot clad footsteps charging back up towards them. "There's no time!" He yelled suddenly. "I'll save her on one condition. You leave Camelot, and never come back. Not ever." Morgause looked at him scandalized. Who did this servant think he was? "We don't have much time!" He yelled once more, turning around to check on Uther. "It's now or never Morgause!" She would have to make her mind later. For now it was time to save Morgana. She nodded her approval. Merlin held out his hand. "Restituo suus!" Morgause watched as his eyes glazed over with an unnatural fire red right before Morgana sat up with a huge gasp. That's when everything seemed to happen at once. Uther sat bolt upright to find Merlin standing up, Morgause on the floor with a heavily breathing Morgana. Arthur arrived at the big double doors panting. Morgana turned and looked at Merlin with a look of complete revulsion and Morgause, having seen Morgana was Ok looked up at Merlin. He held her stare with hard resilience. She looked behind her to see Arthur making his way towards her with his sword out. Turning back around she saw Uther rising behind Merlin, a firm frown on his face. She shifted her eyes once more to the raw eyes of Merlin before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke with one final snarl. Morgana jumped back in surprise. Instantly Arthur and Uther were by her side, Arthur offering her his hand. She took it and flung herself into her brother in Law's arms, shocking the crowned prince. Eventually he wrapped his arms around her as she began to sob into his shoulder. Concerned though he may have been, Uther could do nothing but stand by and watch. "What happened Morgana?" The King asked anxiously. Morgana slowly pulled away to look at her Guardian. Merlin's heart caught in his throat. This was it. She was going to tell the King that he had just tried to kill her and then he would be dead by morning. Arthur watched his adoptive sister stare at his father with knitted eyebrows. He too was wondering what had happened whilst he was away. "Morgause blew the doors open and tried to kill me." She stated, calm as if she had been asked what the weather was like outside. Merlin's eyes widened in disbelief. She was lying on his behalf? To protect him? Why would she after what he had just done? "How did you survive?" Arthur asked inquisitively. Morgana turned to Merlin. Their eyes met. Blue on blue. Merlin stared at her in such astonishment that it made her own icy cold glare seem that much more dangerous. "Merlin convinced her that it would be in her best interest to leave Camelot for good." All eyes were now on him, but he found himself unable to tear his eyes of Morgana's beautiful yet void like eyes. He didn't understand. She was not only lying to protect him, but she was making him out to be some kind of hero. He was so shocked that he didn't even notice the King arrive next to him until he spoke. "How?" Uther asked astounded. Merlin turned to face him. Good question he thought to himself and turned to look at Morgana for answers. As if she hadn't done enough for him. "I-I...Err..." Merlin began briefly before being cut off by Morgana. "He made her see that it would be wrong to destroy the whole of Camelot just because of her grievances with you my Lord" Morgana continued for him, bowing slightly at the king. "It stalled her long enough for you and Arthur to arrive, which I assume scared her off." Arthur's face was a picture. It seemed he was having almost as hard a time believing it as Merlin himself. Whereas Merlin all the while seemed unable to remove his wide eyes from Morgana's ice cold blues. "Incredible." Arthur murmured out loud before moving towards his man servant. "Just when I think I have you all figured out Merlin, you go and save the kingdom." He punched him in the shoulder, which helped release him from the death grip Morgana's eyes had on him. He gave his prince a weak smile. "This is becoming quite a habit for you Merlin. You ought to be careful." Arthur finished with a smile. "Indeed." Uther agreed, shocking everyone when he placed a hand on Merlin's shoulder. "You really have proven yourself to be quite a trusted ally. Wouldn't you say so Morgana?" Now all eyes were back on Morgana, though the King and Prince seemed to miss the coldness within her eyes. However Merlin did not. His fake smile dropped upon gazing into them. "Yes my Lord." She answered robotically. "Quite trustworthy." Morgana stood at her window, gazing out at the city of Camelot. Today it had almost been destroyed, and yet it's people knew not. They knew nothing of how the King's ward had almost destroyed their homes. Of how she had betrayed her own just because of her longing for answers, for her desire to be with someone like herself...to be loved for what she was, not for what she pretended to be. She had thought Merlin was one of those people who could care for her no matter what she was. He had kept her secret no matter what and had always proven himself loyal. Until tonight. She heard Gwen enter behind her, obviously there to assist her in her nightly duties. "I'm not ready for bed yet Gwen." She said distracted in her thoughts. "Could you come back later?" "I wouldn't expect you to after a day like today." Morgana's eyes widened. That was a man's voice. Spinning on her heel she turned to face the man who had tried to take her life not hours before. "After all, you were the only one who wasn't tired today." The two stared at each other un- falteringly. Each with their own thoughts of mistrust running wild through their heads. Morgana was the first to break the unpleasant connection. "What do you think you're doing here?" She asked, her tone devoid of all emotion and her stare cold. Merlin briefly broke eye contact to stare at the ground. "I came to check that you were alright." Morgana scoffed. She couldn't help herself. "What? You mean to finish the job you started? The knifes right over there." "You left me no choice Morgana." He whispered heatedly. "You were willing to let Camelot die. To let Arthur fight to his death thinking that he was saving you, unaware you were the source of the problem." Morgana bit her lip. "So that gives you the right to poison one of your friends? On assumptions? I did not cause Camelot to sleep. That was Morgause." "Don't lie to me Morgana." Merlin boldly demanded, walking up to her so he was face to face with her frosty glare. "I have let things slide one too many times." She moved back slightly, trying to regain her personal space. "What are you talking about?" "I watched you when you tried to kill Uther before. I've helped you save Mordred. I've kept the fact that you're a sorceress from everyone close to you a secret. I found the druids for you so you could gain some clarity, to try and help you. I sacrificed myself on the same day so the druids could help you escape and Arthur would not discover the true reason why you were there. I watched as you met with those sorcerers in the woods just outside Camelot, and then steal keys from Arthur's chambers so you could free him from the prison. And today I helped you avoid suspicion from Arthur when I believed it was your magic that was keeping you from falling under the spell." Morgana had no idea what to say. She had no idea he had done so much for her. "I thought you were just confused." He continued. "I believed so much that you were a good person, but now I realise I was just fooling myself." "I..." Morgana began vulnerably before forcing herself to remember he had just tried to kill her. "How does any of this give you the right to kill me? And how did you know I was even the source of the Magic? What makes you such an expert-" "I am not as ignorant as you might think." He interrupted fiercly, surprising the King's ward. "Where I come from, Magic is not as evil as Uther makes out. That's how I knew where the druids were. That's how knew you were a sorceress. I am NOT some idiot servant." The two stared at each other desperately for a while, unaware of how close they were to each other. "What would you have had me do Morgana? Let you live and let the hundreds of other people in Camelot die?" He was now beginning to sound frantic, and it scared her a little. This was not the Merlin she knew. She knew the bubbly loyal adorable friend that would do anything for those he cared about, but she guessed she was no longer within that circle. "I have never felt so ashamed and as broken as I did today when you were dying in my arms. I have never felt as revolted at anything in my life as I did today at myself. I HATED everything about what I became, and I blame YOU for putting me in that position. I blame YOU for forcing me to choose between one of my best friends and a whole kingdom! How could I have justified my actions when you were willing to sell out everything and everyone you're supposed love to someone YOU'VE ONLY JUST MET!" "I didn't want anyone else hurt!" She screamed out. "I only wanted Uther gone so this kingdom and it's people could get on with their lives! I was never told what would happen, only that he would be removed!" "And you trusted her? Have you learnt nothing during all our adventures? All our experiences with people willing to go to extremes to get what they want!" His eyes were wild with anger at her, and she felt her heart break. She had done this. She had pushed a quite humble self sacrificing man to the point where he loathed himself. A single tear escaped her moist eyes as she stared at him. "I'm sorry" She said quickly. "You're right. About everything. I'm so so sorry." "TOO LATE!" He yelled intensely. Instantly a vase on her table shattered into a thousand fragments, causing Morgana to jump back with a small gasp of shock. She stared down questioningly at the shattered fragments of the once beautiful vase before apprehensively turning back to Merlin. He seemed a little put off. His breathing eratic as he obviously tried to calm himself down. She continued to stare at him. Had she done that? Or was it perhaps...perhaps Merlin in his anger loosing control. Her mouth opened slightly. It would make sense. His knowledge, his understanding and his support all lead to a possibility of Merlin himself having magic. Just as she was about to say something, a concerned voice came from the door. "Is everything alright?" Both occupants turned to face Gwen at the door briefly before turning back to each other. Merlin slowly stepped back into her personal space, his face mere hairs from her own. She felt his warm breath on her face, creating a much more personal atmosphere. "This friendship is over." He whispered ruthlessly. Her eyes widened at the malice in his voice. He meant every word of what he just said. He swiftly jolted away from her and bounded past Gwen in what the maid could only describe as a purposeful walk. "Merlin?" Morgana spoke weakly as the man stepped out of her door for what would be the last time. No, she needed him. "Merlin!" She screamed this time but to no avail. She suddenly broke down into harsh sobs, falling to her knees. She felt Gwen's worried hands attempt to comfort her but she pushed them away. She didn't deserve them. Not after what she had done. She looked up at the door, praying that he would walk back in...but he didn't. He was gone, and it was all her fault |
Re: Merlin Fanfic Story by Jasonteague(m): 12:52pm On Jun 24, 2016 |
"Merlin" There it was again. That name. The name of the man who had tried to kill her. Once again it resounded in her head, yet soundlessly travelling towards her to the ordinary ear. It had been a week since it had happened, since she had found out what she had done to Merlin. She hadn't seen or heard from him since that day and she found herself questioning her sanity. She had been hearing his name whispered in her minds ear all night. But was too afraid to follow it to see what was going on. For the most part of the week she had been hiding in her chambers, only really seeing Gwen or Arthur and Uther at meal times before retreating. Morgana stared, unmoving, at the filtering light of the full moon that broke through the window in her dorm. Her thoughts dwelled on Arthur's Manservant and probably most trustworthy friend Merlin. She had thought him trustworthy...once. But yet she found herself not hating the man. In fact found it impossible to hate him, but instead understand his decision to poison her. He had been forced into a decision that was impossible...because of her. "Merlin" Morgana closed her eyes. This was far from the first time she had heard the boys' name being called in the night. In fact the first time she had assumed she was going insane, since she had never met him. Although that day he had saved Arthur from the witch who had lost her son to Uther's no tolerance for magic. Although this time the voice that called his name so demandingly was that of a woman, rather than the deep menacing voice before. "Merlin" Morgana snapped open her eyes. Enough. She sprung up from her bed, snatched her turquoise robe from its cosy peg and abruptly exited her room. Throwing on the well used robe and pulling over the baggy hood one thought resonated in her head. She was going to find out what was so special about Merlin. Merlin rubbed his frozen hands together, trying to use the friction to warm them. His breath fogged up in front of him as he travelled alone through the dark empty streets of Camelot. His footsteps were the only noises in the silent kingdom, aside from the odd sound of laughter from a far away home. "Merlin" Merlin put his back to one of the houses as he stared out across the vast openness before the North Tower. The young Warlock stared in anticipation at the tall tower. That's where the voices were coming from, at the very top. Merlin sighed. "Typical" He thought annoyed. "Couldn't be on the first floor, could it? Oh no. Far too easy." "Merlin" His blue eyes scanned every entrance, every empty floor space and every possible hiding space his mind could think of before taking off at a brisk space. Whoever this voice was he knew they must know his secret. After all it was no secret that only people with magic could talk telepathically. "Merlin?" Merlin froze on the spot. That voice was not in his head. That voice was not said by a girl. And most importantly that voice had a very familiar arrogant ring to it. Slowly he turned to find his prince, Arthur, staring at him with an eyebrow raised. "Arthur" Merlin said slowly. "What are you doing out here?" "That's a good question. I'm out on the last patrol. Now, Merlin what are you doing out here? Admiring the scenery?" "No I was...Err..." Merlin stammered. "I - I was - I saw a suspicious woman out my window. Thought I'd, you know, check it out." "Really?" Asked Arthur. Merlin nodded. "Yeah." "Merlin do I have idiot written across my forehead?" The blonde prince asked whilst crossing his arms. "Well not your forehead but -" "Merlin!" "I'm being serious!" Merlin said desperately. "I saw her go into the North tower!" Arthur rolled his eyes. "You can't expect me to believe that you would leave your warm bed to -" Arthur was interrupted when he looked up to the north tower, only to find a light on in the allegedly unused building. The prince looked back down at a smug Merlin. "Idiot must be written under your fringe." "Shut up Merlin!" The young wizard couldn't contain a smile. Arthur drew his sword. "Let's go!" The young prince darted forward towards the tower with Merlin on his tail. Both of them unaware that they were being watched. Morgana watched from behind a wall about twenty feet away, her hood falling down over half her face. As soon as she had seen the duo enter through the vast double doors she sprinted across to them herself. Upon entering she soon realized that the rumours were true about the North tower, and could certainly see where the structure had gotten its reputation. There were whispers among the people that the North Tower was haunted by the King's of the past, and the spirits of these Kings would only be able to rest once there was a King who the people could call their Sovereign with pride. A King that would put his predecessors to shame. A King that would be remembered throughout time. Upon reaching the stair case she began to climb, her thoughts lost on the mysterious Merlin yet again. He must have obviously heard the voice calling his name, but she was told that only those with sorcery could hear the calls. Perhaps it really was how he had told her adoptive brother. Maybe he had only seen a strange looking woman and decided to investigate, but she strongly doubted it. He demonstrated all the virtues of a hero. He looked for the good in everyone, he would do anything for his friends, he was loyal, prepared to sacrifice himself to save others, always ready to do the right thing, brave and capable of making impossible decisions. As she had found out a week ago. She had wanted desperately to apologize to him, but every time she had set off to do so she found herself cowering back into her chambers like some scared child. The whole situation was ridiculous. She was the King's ward. There were men who would die just to have a conversation with her, and here she was afraid of rejection from Arthur's man servant. She abruptly stopped in her tracks once she came to two stair wells. One leading to the left and the other the right, both of them completely pitch black. With a firm frown Morgana decided to take the left hand path. "Merlin" It seemed she was on the right path. Sooner or later she was going to find out just who Merlin really was. Merlin tripped over what seemed like the hundredth loose floorboard whilst silently cursing the deadly floor. He and Arthur had split up upon reaching the fork in the stair well, and he had managed to wrangle it so he was following the direction of the voice calling his name. If he was going to be honest he had been waiting for something like this to happen all week, since he had last seen Morgana. She had been on his mind incessantly and he had found himself craving a distraction. The way he had talked to her when he knew she was just lonely and confused. His temper had gotten the better of him but he stood by what he had said. She had put him in an impossible position, and he in turn had done the impossible. Crash. Merlin stopped dead in his track. The crash had come from just behind him, and it was followed by a heavy stomp. Someone had obviously tripped. But that someone couldn't have been Arthur, because the prince was nothing short of a hot head and would not have been able to resist cursing shamelessly at the perilous ground. No. This person clearly did not want to be discovered. Someone had followed him. Morgana covered her mouth to stop the inevitable torrent of evil that would escape her due to the untrustworthy floor boards. She couldn't afford to have either Merlin or Arthur know she was there. That would lead to questions that she couldn't answer truthfully and she was tired of lying. So tired. She eventually found the courage to continue up the pitch black stair case, making sure her footsteps were completely silent. She listened for the calling, but it never came. Frustrated she carried on forwards with her robes floating hauntingly behind her. "Infligo" She had just about enough time to turn and see a silhouette of a man before she went flying backwards in the darkness. The last thing she remembered was her back hitting the solid granite wall before everything fell into complete darkness. Merlin stood over her squinting before crouching down. It was a woman, but who? Holding out his hand he closed his eyes. "Ignis" The old unused torches on the wall instantly lit up. His eyelids lifted to reveal those fire red eyes returning to their normal colour. His eyes drifted down to the peaceful beautiful face of Morgana. Shock covered his features as he stared at her. He hadn't even thought it might be her, but what was she doing here? He continued to stare at her. It sounded odd but he had missed looking at her...it was just a shame things had to end up the way they did. He had always enjoyed spending time with the King's ward. There was just something about her that made her company enjoyable and familiar, but he was never able to figure out just what it was. He guessed it was knowing she had magic too, and that she was going through what he himself had been through. He hesitantly put out his hand towards her, not knowing if he should or should not do what he was thinking of, what he wanted to. Taking one last look around, he gently brushed a lock of hair out of her face and stroked her cheek slowly. He had missed her. It was clear to him now. But he could never forgive her, and he wasn't sure he ever would. Arthur looked around as he walked forward slowly. By his memory of the building he and Merlin should have met up by now. Yet here he was, alone, in the dark. Stalking a strange woman with a peculiar taste for old abandoned buildings. And all of a sudden there it was. The door with light escaping from behind it. He brought his sword up and got into stance. This woman could be anything. A shape shifter, a sorceress, he had even heard rumours about werewolves. He reached out and took the dusty handle in his gloved hand, the other firmly grasping his sword. Taking one deep breath he swiftly bolted in the door and charged into the room...only to find it empty. Confused he looked around. There was no light in here, only the light of the full moon that filtered in though the rusted window. He turned his back to the window when something wavy caught his eye. Smoke, from a candle. Someone had been in here, and they probably still were. "Arthur PenDragon." Arthur swung around at the female voice, sword at the ready to strike anything down. What he saw was a woman with ice blue eyes, jet black hair and a blood red robe that flowed down to her ankles. Only the moonlight lit her, and Arthur found himself oddly creeped out. "Who are you?" He demanded sharply. "This building is closed off to citizens." "I am your salvation." She stated slowly, calm. Far too calm Arthur decided after being threatened by a crowned prince. "I demand to know who you are" He ordered. The girl smiled. Arthur was shocked. She was younger than he first thought, and the smile was not one of maliciousness. But instead warm, amused. "Ignis" She muttered. The candle and torches burst into flames which lit the whole room. Arthur jumped back in surprise before regaining his composure. "You're a sorceress!" He stated, pointing his sword at her. "Oh Arthur. I forgot even you were once blinded by your Father's ignorance." At his confused stare she seemed to look him over. "You're afraid. I've never seen you afraid." "You've never met me!" "Not yet." She responded quickly with a quirky smile. Arthur squinted at her. He had seen that smile before somewhere. "In fact I'm not even born yet." Arthur knitted his eyebrows together. "What?" Was all that came to mind. "I'm your niece Uncle Arthur. I'm the daughter of Morgana and Merlin and I have come here to save Camelot." Arthur looked at her with a weird smile on his face. "But you can just call me Imogen." Morgana gradually opened her eyes. Her brain hazily tried to recall the previous events with extreme difficulty, but one thing it did register was Merlin looking down at her. Her eyes shot open as she abruptly remembered everything. Hearing Merlin's name being called, following him and Arthur into the North tower...trying not to get caught by them... "Merlin!" She gasped. He looked at her as she helped herself up, his eyes following hers. "What are you doing here Morgana? Why are you following me?" She stared at him with her eyes wide. It was then that she decided to be honest. "I kept hearing your name being called in my head. I wanted to know why." "So then why didn't you tell me once Arthur and I had gone in different directions?" He asked quickly, emotionlessly. "I..." Morgana broke eye contact and stared at the ground. "I was too scared. We didn't exactly finish things well the last time we met." "Is that the truth?" He asked in exactly the same way as he had before. She stared at him in frustration. "Yes! Of course it is!" "How am I to know Morgana? How am I to trust anything you say anymore-?" "Look Merlin. I know I made mistakes, but can you honestly stand there and tell me you've never done something you regret so much you wish you could turn back time and do it all over again." Merlin looked away, unable to continue staring at her. Morgana sighed. "I miss you. There's something about you that's just so..." "Familiar." He finished for her, causing her to pause in surprise. "Yes. Exactly. I can't believe I took you for granted, I just no idea I would miss you this much. I didn't know I needed you this much." Merlin stared at her in revelation, but his shock went up a level when she began moving towards him. What was she going to do? He bit his lip and found himself fidgeting. She was getting closer with those wide blue eyes. What should he do? A week ago he was denouncing her, telling her that their friendship was over...and yet they were. Alone in an abandoned building, in the dark. His answers came when she wrapped her arms around his chest and laid her head on his shoulder. Merlin froze. She was hugging him? After everything she was hugging him. It was now that he felt an overwhelming need to wrap his arms around her, to show her everything was alright. To show her that he forgave her. But he hadn't forgiven her. He was no longer angry, but he couldn't just click his fingers and forget she had almost killed everything he loved. But he was enjoying the embrace at the same time. He so wanted to give in, but he didn't want her to think that everything was going to be back to normal. He also knew she was scared and lone, and knew that he couldn't let her suffer anymore than she already was. He slowly wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head. He heard a happy sigh escape her lips and felt her tighten her grip around him. "Things can never go back to how they used to be Morgana." His words hit her like a ton of bricks, and he felt her grip tighten once more. Like she didn't want to let him go. "I'm sorry." He whispered mournfully. She believed it. She believed he was sorry...but not as much as her. "No, I'm sorry." She whispered back. She felt him reluctantly begin to pull away but pulled him tighter. "Just a little longer?" She asked looking up at him. He opened his mouth to respond but she cut him off. "Please?" She sounded so vulnerable, so distressed that he couldn't refuse her. He nodded and pulled her in for another embrace. She heartedly accepted and smiled into his jacket despite herself. They lost track of time as they stood there, lost in their own little world. In fact they were so lost to the world around them that they didn't even notice Arthur and the mysterious Imogen watching from a few steps up. Arthur couldn't believe his eyes. He had suspected a while ago that there was something going on between them but had dispelled the idea when nothing presented itself. But now he was watching them, he was watching it. He had never seen Morgana act like that with anyone. She had always stood away, keeping her distance and the only other person he had ever seen her embrace was Gwen - which were only two three seconds tops. Never ever like this. He turned back to the girl Imogen, who had a knowing smile on her face. His eyes widened. "It's true." He whispered. "You're their daughter." |
Re: Merlin Fanfic Story by Jasonteague(m): 1:32pm On Jun 24, 2016 |
Chapter 3 - The Woman In Red Merlin held her to him with blinding proximity, a fact he was well aware of. He could feel the sweat forming on his forehead and knew she must have been able to feel it. Yet she continued to hang on with that contented smile and her silky, black...beautifully fragrant hair pressed against his face. He took a deep breath, releasing it after closing his eyes. He heard Morgana do the same before regretfully pulling away, only enough to place both her hands on his chest and look straight up into his eyes. "Thank you Merlin." She whispered sadly. "You didn't have to do that." He swallowed hard. Proceeding to mentally curse himself. She surely would have seen that, and would therefore guess he was feeling a little tense. They continued to stare at each other in complete silence, still unaware that they were being watched by two pairs of blue eyes. Arthur watched them in amazement. How could he have missed this? Or rather forgotten it? He could see the connection now, but at what cost would they go too to ensure that connection. Deciding he had contemplated enough the blonde prince pursed his lips and cleared his throat. In complete unison both Merlin and Morgana snapped their heads towards his and took one step back. Arthur watched in mild amusement as Merlin began fidgeting with his scarf to cover his nerves, whereas as Morgana had a completely different technique. She placed her hands on her hips and glared down at her adoptive brother. "Forgotten how to say hello Arthur?" She asked coldly. Arthur smiled. A smile that told everyone who saw that he had already won. "I just didn't want to interrupt your...moment." Merlin stepped forward urgently. "I've told you before it's not like that." Arthur cast his eyes quickly to Morgana just in time to see a momentary glitch in her mask before she rapidly recovered herself. Arthur smirked and looked back at Merlin. "It's not like that. We're just friends." "Sure" Arthur replied crossing his arms and smiling. "I mean I hug my friends longingly all the time-" "Arthur!" Morgana interrupted fiercely. "In fact" Arthur opened his arms in the direction of Merlin. "Come embrace me Merlin. We couldn't fit one in this morning-" "Arthur that's quite enough!" Morgana scolded, finally noticing the shiver of the woman in red behind him. Morgana crossed her arms. "Have I offended your friend?" Arthur looked confused until Imogen stepped down next to him. "No...I'm sorry it's just my Mother used to talk just like that when I was a little girl whenever I had been bad. It brought back old memories." Merlin squinted his eyes at her. He swore he had seen her before, not noticing that Morgana was doing exactly the same. Arthur however did take note of this and proceeded to explain her arrival. "She's a sorceress from the future." He stated boldly, pleased when that seemed to get their attention. "She's come back to help save her time." Merlin's eyes bulged out of their sockets. "I'm sorry? Could you explain that?" "Without going into too much detail" Imogen stated stepping forward. "There is a dark threat casting it eyes on Camelot even as we speak. I have come back to warn the current King of his descent, in hopes that we can create a future free from tyranny." "Oh right." Merlin replied nodding sarcastically. "Now I understand." Morgana almost laughed as she turned to Arthur. "And you believe her?" "I do." He answered certainly. "Well then why haven't you arrested her?" Merlin asked curiously. "She's a sorceress. If your father knew..." "She has very compelling reasons for me not to. Now come on, we have to get back to the castle to warn my father-" "And what are you going to do? Tell him a future sorceress has warped her way into the north tower and has told you what to do - which by the way is what?" Morgana questioned. "Morgana -" Arthur begun. "No she's right. You were always too trusting Arthur, but then again you could say the same about you Morgana." Imogen interrupted her. "The way you trusted the boy Mordred, the sorceress Alvarr, and of course Morgause not last week." Morgana looked stunned. How could she know that when no-one else did. Imogen continued. "Now right now you're thinking that this crazy lady might know what she's talking about but what is she going to do to clinch it? Well put it this way, Subsisto!If it wasn't for me Morgause would have been the one to save you instead of Merlin, as I put the antidote in his book." She briefly looked at Merlin here, of who now looked equally stunned. She knew his secret. "Morgause would have taken you back to her lair while the great dragon broke free, destroyed the majority of Camelot, Merlin and Arthur would have had to find a dragon lord and you would have become an evil sorceress bent on destroying the great city of Camelot. Oh yeah did I mention you have nightmares that come to actually pass and you had a brief period where you couldn't control the things you set fire too, but oh well, at least you have your old friend Merlin to take you to the druids whenever you're feeling low. Believe me now?" Morgana looked Mortified as she stared at the young girl before swiftly turning to Arthur. The man had an odd look on his face, as if he had spaced out for a moment. She turned to look at Merlin who was standing, staring at this sorceress from the future with wide eyes and his jaw touching the floor. He clearly believed her...and now so did she. "Don't worry." Imogen spoke up. "Arthur didn't hear any of that. A Subsisto is a deafening charm designed to stop people hearing what is said right in front of them. They don't even realize it has been cast over them at all unless told. "What do you mean an evil sorceress bent on destroying Camelot?" Morgana asked with evident fear in her voice. Imogen released a calming breath before placing both hands on the other woman's' shoulders. "I'm not going to let that happen, but first we have to retrieve one more person in order to prevent everything." "Who?" Merlin timidly asked. Imogen turned to him and smiled. "Patefacio Vestri" She incarnated, causing Arthur to blink a few times before resuming his usual pose. "Everything will be revealed if you join me in front of the King's audience in one hour." Morgana bolted forward. "The King? He will execute you rather than spit at you!" "I have to agree with Morgana." Arthur butted in. "When it comes to Magic my father cannot see reason." "You don't understand." Imogen said frustrated. "Sometimes you have to take these risks, especially when it can stop something so horrible, so evil that even if I told you everything you would not believe it. Some things are worth the risk." "Then tell us." Merlin asked softly, and Arthur could physically see Imogen's hard face melt. "Help us understand." She stared at her unknowing father with some discomfort before hanging her head in defeat. "Malum." "Malum?" Morgana asked. Imogen nodded. "A Demon Lord, bound to spend the rest of eternity sleeping in an underground chamber by one of the original and most powerful sorcerers to have ever set foot on mortal ground. The first ever sorcerer King." "Sorcerer King?" Arthur asked questioningly. "I didn't even realize there was such a thing." "Well there is. There is a whole kingdom, hidden to the mortal eye unless it is revealed to them by one of their own. Another sorcerer. The Sorcerer King gave his eternal life in order to seal the demon Lord Malum in an underground prison, but now there are forces with the intent to release him." "Eternal life?" Merlin asked whilst squinting his eyes. Imogen nodded. "Every crowned prince of the Venemagus Kingdom is given a well guarded elixir that will grant the receiver eternal youth. They will not age unless given up willingly, which is what was needed to help imprison Malum. At this moment in time his son, King Borin Regus, rules the land." "That's who you want us to find?" Merlin asked again. "The King so he can imprison this Malum should he escape." "No" Imogen answered firmly. "The current King is a ruthless man, corrupted by power. He shows no Mercy, no kindness nor regret for his malicious actions and besides, he does not posses powerful enough sorcery to complete such a heavy task. We need his son and heir, Prince James Regus." "Right. Well no more wasting time." Arthur interrupted. "I will request an Audience with my Father immediately. We'll get this sorted out. Morgana, take Imogen to one of the spare chambers and have Gwen assist her in whatever she needs. I will go wake my Father." Morgana and Imogen strolled down the torch lit corridor which lead to the spare chambers, both too busy wondering in their own thoughts to speak. It was only when they reached the spare chambers and Morgana opened the door for her did she speak. "Ok. This is where you will rest until you are called upon." Imogen smiled warmly at her mother, but only received a confused stare in return. "Thank you My Lady. |
Re: Merlin Fanfic Story by Jasonteague(m): 1:35pm On Jun 24, 2016 |
Cont Morgana continued to stare at the slightly younger girl. "Why do I feel like I know you?" The king's ward asked in puzzlement. Imogen looked away uncomfortably. "Well you shall...One day anyway." she answered mysteriously. "No it's more than that." Morgana said whilst taking a few steps forward. "I trust you, yet you give me no reason too. And it appears you have the same affect on Merlin and Arthur too." "Guess I just have a friendly face." Imogen tried to brush off with a cute smile. Morgana found it hard to keep the smile from her face upon seeing it. "Well you have an addictive smile I can give you that." Morgana said with a faint quirk of her lips. "And don't worry. Gwen is my personal Maid, very trustworthy and good at what she does. She will assist you well." "Oh I know." Imogen blurted out with a small laugh. Once realizing what she had said she quickly covered her mouth and cast her eyes towards her young mother. "Do you...know Gwen?" Morgana asked curiously. "No, no no not at all. I was just; I mean I just assumed that if she was your personal maid then I'm sure she would be good at what she does." Imogen blurted out like a clumsy drunk. Morgana narrowed her eyes. "Really?" "Yes." Imogen splattered out almost before Morgana could even finish the sentence. "Really really" She finished with a nervous laugh. "I think we may need to work on your lying skills, Imogen." Morgana stated with a friendly smile. "Please call me Imi." Imogen just released a dazzling smile and slumped her shoulders. "Probably one of the truest things I've heard in a while. I get it from my father-" "Who's your father?" Morgana asked abruptly. Imogen's smile slowly diminished as she stared at her Mother, which caused the other woman to hang her head. "Don't worry, I'm sure if I needed to know, I would. Just tell me is it someone I know?" Imogen swallowed and looked up at the ceiling. She hadn't counted on this being one of the hardest parts of her journey. "He's someone you have yet to know fully." Morgana smiled. "Ok. I'll stop asking questions about your father, but if you don't mind could you tell me why you were calling Merlin's name instead of Arthur's or myself." The future sorceress turned her back and rolled her eyes. Her mother was just as curious about what she did now as she was in the future. She decided on giving half the truth rather than the full truth. "In my time Merlin has always been someone you could trust, no matter what the situation." Morgana cast her eyes downwards. Her thoughts were once again on that night. Over the course of finding Imogen her mind had blissfully forgotten about it, but it seemed she had retrieved all the callous emotions and memories with a single sentence. Imogen noticed straight away. "He didn't want to Morgana." Imogen whispered affectionately. "He done what he thought he needed to." Morgana nodded her head. "I know." "How long have you had feelings for him?" Morgana whipped her head up to stare at the mystery woman. What was she talking about? What kind of feelings was she implying? She valued him as a friend, as a confident but...was it more? She thought over their encounters in the past. There was something there. There always had been. She recalled one of their first real encounters where it was just them. It was when Gwen had been arrested during the plague for allegedly being a sorceress. She had been so impressed and touched by his sincerity, by his kindness and sensitivity that she had instantly grown fond of him. But it was when he had stormed into her room with the injured boy Mordred that she had first begun looking at him differently. She could remember being so surprised that he had just risked everything for a strange boy without a seconds thought. In his own words 'A spur of the moment kind of thing'. That was also the first time she could remember the underlying tension emerging. It was now always there whenever they met, like an invisible force pulling them together yet pushing them away all at the same time. She couldn't describe it, but it was always there just beneath the surface, yet always deniable. "I don't..." Morgana began. "I..." It was at this moment when Merlin himself walked in with Gwen hot on his heels. Morgana jumped back a little and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes. "Ok, Gwen this is Imogen, Imogen this is Gwen." Merlin spluttered out. He seemed a little out of breath, nervous. Though about what not even Imogen could explain. "It's a pleasure." Gwen greeted politely with a small bow. Imogen smiled before enveloping the woman in a full blown hug. "Don't ever bow to me again." The sorceress demanded in such delight that it made Gwen smile despite her surprise. "Erm...ok" Gwen responded, unable to resist putting her arms around the eccentric woman. Merlin turned to Morgana, surprised to find her unable to make eye contact with him. He frowned in confusion. It couldn't still be what happened a week ago. She was able to at least look at him moments before. In fact look at him dead in the eyes with so much blazing intensity that it made him gulp. What could have happened since? Arthur stopped in the doorway to the guest chambers when he saw the two women hugging as well as the tension growing like a bubble between Merlin and Morgana. He let loose a heavy sigh as he walked forward, unwittingly interrupting Merlin and Morgana's staring competition. "What is going on today? Every time I turn a corner there's someone hugging." "You're just not used to the concept of affection." Morgana spoke up with that sarcastic smile. Merlin couldn't help himself, but he smiled too. "Now that's not true, we heard him admit earlier that he embraces his friends longingly." The young warlock spoke up. Both he and Morgana burst into a small fit of giggles, causing the crowned prince to stare at them like he had been ambushed. "When you're quite done mocking me-" "Who's mocking you?" Merlin interrupted. "I was just saying what a brave admission it was-" "And you're finished. Unless you want to find yourself in the stocks again?" Arthur finished for him, watching as his man servant bit his lip in a failing attempt to contain his next onslaught. Arthur turned back to the now separated women with a roll of his eyes. "My father will see you; just give him time to prepare. I'm going to gather the necessary knights. When we're ready for you a guard will come find you." And with that Arthur walked out the door with Merlin behind him. "Merlin?" Gwen's voice stopped him dead in his tracks. "Where are you going?" "Gaius" He replied quickly. Morgana narrowed her eyes at him. "I thought he'd want to see this." He turned and left at Gwen's nod without so much as batting an eye lid in her direction. She knew this shouldn't have bothered her. He had done it many times before and she had never thought anything of it. So then why was she now feeling an odd tug in her chest, a little painful pull somewhere in her gut? It only lasted for a second but it was there. Well one thing she did know was that he was lying. He wasn't going to get Gaius, at least not straight away, and it was on this premis that she made up her mind. She turned to Gwen and Imogen. "I'm going to go see if there's anything I can do to help." She said and with a twirl was gone. She was going to find out what was making Merlin lie. The flame lit torch swished through the air, providing Merlin with both light and heat as he travelled down the stone steps to see the great dragon. He needed to know more about this whole thing. About Imogen, her reasons for doing this and if they were true. The whole thing was being taken so lightly that it was infuriating. She's a sorceress from the future, and yet Arthur trusts her, Gwen trusts her, and he was pretty sure Morgana was beginning to. He was so lost in these thoughts that he didn't notice Morgana's crouching form rise up from behind the wall and silently jog down the stairs behind him. He turned the corner at last and walked out onto the familiar ledge, overlooking the whole dungeon where the Dragon was bound. Morgana reached the corner and peered round the corner, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What on earth was he doing down so far beneath the castle? "I need your help!" Merlin's echoing voice brought her gaze to his back. "Please! I know you're angry that I haven't released you! But I made a promise and I intend to keep it!" "Who the..." Morgana whispered to herself until something happened that would haunt her dreams for years to come. A Dragon. The Great Dragon. Flying down from darkness of the top of the cave and landing on a large rock a few feet from Merlin. She placed a hand over her mouth in order to hide her gasp as her eyes shot open. She brought her head back from round the corner and slid down the wall she was now leaning on. She couldn't believe it. Merlin was talking to the last Great Dragon and...did he say he was going to set him free? He wouldn't. She was sure of it. She knew what the beast would do. He would seek vengeance wherever he got it, reeking havoc and destroying innocent lives. "I have no doubt you will Merlin." Came the dragon's voice, interrupting the Kings Wards thoughts. "Do not forget that you promised me your mothers life should you fail to keep your end of the bargain." "I remember." Came Merlin's harsh voice, reminding Morgana of how he had spoken to her a week ago. "Then I trust the Lady Morgana is dead." Came the Dragon's voice. Morgana took in a large intake of breath. "No, I saved her." "That was not your destiny Merlin. Your destiny is to protect Arthur until you and him unite the land of Albion, a destiny you have up till now succeeded in. The witch is of no concern." "I've told you to never call her that!" Merlin yelled out, but it was too late. Morgana had heard, and a tear rolled down her cheek. "She's a good person! How can you judge someone you have never met!?" "Because I know what she becomes young-" "You know nothing of her!" Merlin interrupted, not realising he had just stopped the Great Dragon from revealing his secret to the woman in question. "I know what you think she becomes, but as you once said to me destiny is neither wrong or right, just what is and what will be!" "And what is is that she almost sacrificed not only you, but Arthur, your mentor Gaius, your friend Guinevere and every man woman and child in Camelot just to rid the kingdom of Uther-" "Can you honestly tell me you wouldn't do the same!?" Merlin interrupted. The Dragon brought his head back in contemplation. "You hate Uther more than anyone! How DARE you judge her for thinking the same thing you have for 20 years!" The dragon stared down at the boy with taken aback eyes. "I see you feel strongly about this Merlin. Something must have changed to speed up the events I have foreseen." Merlin nodded heatedly. "That's why I came down to talk to you! A sorceress from the future has arrived claiming she wants to fix things." "Hmm. What is her name?" "Imogen." Merlin answered. The Great Dragon let loose a deep heavy sigh, hanging his head and giving it a shake. "Do you know who she is?" "I know who she will be, yes." "Well then who is she? Why did everyone just trust her? And why does she seem familiar? Are her intentions real or does she have other reasons?" "You can trust her young Warlock." Morgana's eyes shot open even wider than before as a gasp escaped her before she could cover her mouth. "Oh my God...Oh my God...Oh my..." She couldn't believe it. Merlin was a sorcerer, a warlock. She had started to imagine it but to just suddenly hear it? It was unreal. All the times something mysterious happened to save the day, how he knew where the druids were, his understanding of her magic. It all made sense. And here he was, defending her to the last great dragon with absolutely no fear. However one thought echoed through her thoughts, and she hated herself for it. Why hadn't he told her? There was a long time when she was so confused, so alone and so scared of what she was. There were nights that she lay awake dreaming, begging whatever higher power that there was that she could find someone who understood. Someone who could guide her and help her understand what was happening to her, answer her questions, tell her it was Ok. But she knew why he hadn't. She was the King's Ward, and he couldn't have known for sure whether she would tell Arthur or not. Giving her head a quick shake she began listening once again. "The girl Imogen is an ally to which you should pay heed Merlin. And perhaps one day soon you shall discover why, but there is one thing you must know." Both Merlin and Morgana stopped breathing. "There will be a moment...soon...where you will have to make a choice, not only to protect your secret, but to protect everyone you hold dear." "What are you talking about?" Merlin asked puzzled. "What decision?" "In one hand you will have one future, filled with everything you love and desire. But in the other will be what the world needs. You must do as the sorceress commands and find the Sorcerer Prince, for he alone can bring you your salvation now." Merlin shook his head, but knew that would be all he would receive from the dragon. "Thank you." "And Merlin." The Great Dragon called, causing the young warlock to turn back to face the beast. "It is important you be careful in the days ahead." Merlin nodded. "I will." "Do not make the mistake of believing only your enemies will provide you with challenges. Do not make assumptions on your travels. Though the Sorcerer Prince may have a Moral heart, it is buried underneath a mountain of pain, anger and hatred for all those of non-magical heritage. Years of being raised by an evil father have made him a dangerous man. You must tread carefully, for I doubt your magic, or even mine, could stand up to his power." Merlin pursed his lips together and nodded in understanding. "Thank you again." And with that he spun and left the cave so hastily he didn't even notice Morgana crouched in the darkest shadow. Once she heard him leave she quickly rose to her feet with a determined expression on her face. She was going to make sure that Merlin's secret was kept, no matter what kind of decision he had to make. Because as much as she didn't like it. As much as she knew it would never or could never happen. And as much as she wanted to deny it...she was developing feelings for Merlin, and from now on she was going to protect him for a change. Starting with this so called dangerous Sorcerer Prince. |
Re: Merlin Fanfic Story by Jasonteague(m): 2:30pm On Jun 24, 2016 |
Chapter 4 - Conflicted It was only another dream, Morgana would tell herself later after she woke. Just another stupid dream. Not a premonition. No. She would not allow herself to think every dream was a premonition, despite that little voice in the back of her head. She tossed and turned in her bed. Still dressed and her silk sheets beneath her. She fell back onto the throne room floor, landing harshly on the marble lining. She attempted to push herself up as she looked back at her attacker. Uther stood tall above her, his arm outstretched as was his palm. He looked like an animal with his teeth clenched and wild eyes staring down at her. He had hit her to the floor, he had caused the blood to gather in her mouth and he didn't seem to care. This is when the scene switched and a man levitated seamlessly down from the sky before landing facing an active volcano, a black robe on and the hood covering most of his face. His green eyes shone through the shadow his baggy hood had created, eyes filled with both fear and resolve. The volcano shook in front of him, but the man somehow levitated from the ground and dove into the volcano. Merlin with a single tear sliding down his pale cheek. He was standing in a dark misty red room, staring at two glowing orbs with haste in his body language. Fidgeting, sweating. He was making a choice. Arthur. Dead. Lying limp in Lancelot's arms as the brave knight took slow, emotionally devastating steps forwards across a field filled with blood and lost souls. Lancelot fell to the floor in exhaustion, and it didn't take long for the brave Lancelot to fall into the realms unknown over his dead prince. Gwen stood tall above a child's body. A deceased child's body. A sword with fresh wet blood up to the base of the handle secure in a trembling hand. Arthur's sword. Hatred. Anger. Devastation. All these emotions radiating off of her hand maiden with such fluctuating waves it was virtually visible. Tears flowed freely down her face without any effort to be stopped. A burning tree in a dark forest. The searing flames rising to the sky while two pairs of blue eyes watched in amusement, almost glee. Accomplishment running through the two's blood at setting a harmless beautiful creation of nature on fire. Laughter ringing through the silent air. Imogen bleeding. Unable to breathe. People surrounded her. Gaius tending to her wound, tending to the arrow sticking independently out from her side. To weak to cry, to move, to say her last words. The smell of death in the air stinging Morgana's nostrils. She knew this was a dream, but it all felt as real as any moment in her life. But she could do nothing to end the suffering that suffocated her. And then there it was. A sword in a hand...the same sword that at this moment was resting easily in Merlin's gut. Horror-struck Morgana stared up into those warm baby blues, filled with pain and betrayal. Who had done this? Someone had driven this sword through the stomach of the one decent man in the whole of Camelot. They had killed Merlin. "Prince..." Merlin's words escaped his dry lips. Morgana was confused. Why had someone done this? What the Hell was going on?! "What?" She asked lamely. She didn't know what else to do. "Prince...Sorcerer Prince." And his neck fell limp, dropping his head on his still chest. Then a face made from what looked like white stone, its eyes opening to reveal soulless red eyes. "Morgana" The stone face whispered, coming closer. "MORGANA!" Morgana sat bolt upright in her bed with such a shrill it might cause Uther himself to shudder. She bounced up and down uncontrollably on her bed, violent screams escaping her dry throat as she fought the beast away. Her arms flapping and slapping the offensive hands away from her convulsing form. Merlin and Arthur were dead! Gwen was a murderer and Imogen was dying! She had to do something. She had to save them! "Morgana!" Came her name in an elevated voice. "No!" She continued to scream, slapping the offending protrusions to her skin away. They had to get further away. "Get off me!" "Morgana it's Gwen!" Came a softer voice, more concerned. Morgana snapped open her eyes, her watery eyes to see the soft brown orbs of her hand maiden staring affectionately into her eyes. "Oh God Gwen." Morgana whispered, wrapping her arms around her friend. "It was only a dream My Lady." Gwen tried her best to ease the black haired beauty but knew she was fighting a loosing battle. She had been through this before with the Lady Morgana, and these dreams that plagued her mind at night often caused her to do irrational things to supposedly 'stop' them from coming true. The last one she could remember was when she had dreamed of Arthur's death at the hands of the questing beast. Morgana had run out to stop him from leaving in nothing but her night gown, but when Arthur had come back virtually dead she had almost believed her. That was until the prince made a miraculous recovery. "I saw such horrible things." Morgana whimpered, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself down. She was struggling to remember what had happened the previous night to explain why she was still in her dress and sleeping on her covers rather than under them. She had been sitting on her bed after eavesdropping on Merlin and the great Dragon...Merlin the Warlock. "You can trust her young Warlock." The dragon had answered Merlin's question about Imogen. "Your destiny is to protect Arthur until you and he unite the land of Albion" That's what had shocked her almost as much. Merlin's destiny, at least according to this dragon who she had decided harboured a deep resentment for her, was to protect Arthur and one day bring peace to the country alongside the future King. But how could that be the case when she had just dreamed someone had killed him? And also if the dragon could see the future how did it not know that she was watching? Or that she was still alive for that matter? She took a deep steadying breath and tried to calm herself down. She would think of these things at a later date, but for right now she needed to relax. The sun was just rising and Gwen's gentle arms were more than comforting to her shaking form. She could physically feel her body become more controllable and at - "What's wrong?" Came an apprehensive male voice. Both girls turned to find Merlin standing in the open door way, seemingly too afraid to enter the room fully. Gwen felt the answer come to her mouth before being frozen in her throat. Merlin was unable to take his eyes of the Lady Morgana. A quirky smile made its way to her lips as she studied Morgana's own expression. The two were staring at each other as if afraid the other would disappear into thin air. But there was something else, something there that both wanted to say but couldn't bring themselves to. Neither blinked, neither seemed to even breath. They just continued to stare with such meaningful gazes, almost communicating silently through this odd new connection. Gwen suddenly began to feel her presence was an intrusion, but she also knew that at the same time the two were caught in their own little world. "Nothing serious." Merlin turned his haunted blue eyes to gaze at Gwen. "Morgana just had a bad dream-" "Bad dream?" Merlin interrupted whilst snapping his head in the direction of Morgana. The king's ward diverted her eyes to the floor, unable to maintain his intrusive eyes. She could never shake the feeling that whenever he looked at her he could see every part of her. Her flaws, her doubts and her desires. And after the current events she felt that more than ever. He made her doubt herself now, whenever he walked into a room she immediately forgot all exultant feelings of happiness and instead had them replaced by guilt and confusion. However Merlin was one of the only, if not the only person who knew what her dreams could mean. So brushing of the creeping doubt Merlin's presence had caused her she turned to Gwen. "Gwen could you give us a moment alone please?" She asked her friend and Hand Maiden. Looking like she was unsure whether to be confused or oddly happy Gwen nodded and stood. "Of course My Lady." As soon as the door was closed behind her Merlin rounded on the black haired beauty. "What dream?" Morgana rose from her bed and walked over to her wardrobe. "Probably just a bad dream." "We both know that's not likely." Merlin added following behind her. Morgana turned to him, jumping back a little when she realized how close he was. She swallowed nervously. Did he always use to stand so close? "Tell me what happened." She put her hands on her hips and her tongue in her cheek. "It wasn't like the other ones." "How?" "I saw...normally I see one event and only one event. But this time I saw so many things...horrible things Merlin." She could feel herself welling up again but refused to allow herself to crumble down. What right did Merlin have to bring this up after she had just managed to compose herself? "What did you see?" Morgana stared straight up into his eyes at his tone. It was just like it used to be, when he used to care. "I..." She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. "I saw Uther strike me down on to the floor-" "What?" Merlin interrupted yet again. Morgana frowned as she studied him. Was he angry? "Uther strike me to the ground. A man flying into a shaking volcano, you upset staring at two glowing orbs. That knight Lancelot carrying Arthur who looked like...like he was dead." At this point her voice cracked and she had to break eye contact with him. She remembered the horror of seeing these things, and she wasn't even finished yet. "Gwen was standing above the body of a murdered child with Arthur's bloodied sword in her hand." She now had unshed tears gathering in the base of her eyes. "Imogen dying and bleeding to death. She couldn't even scream she was in so much pain and then..." Morgana paused and looked back at him with fearful eyes. Merlin pursed his lips in apprehension. |
Re: Merlin Fanfic Story by Jasonteague(m): 2:39pm On Jun 24, 2016 |
cont "What is it Morgana?" He asked softly. She loved those eyes. Those adorable big blue innocent eyes. "Was it something to do with me?" "I don't want to..." "Morgana please? I need to know if I'm going to help." She couldn't resist those eyes, but how was she supposed to tell him he was going to die? "You have to understand my dreams aren't always exact. They can change. But I saw..." She stared at him as she paused. She couldn't do this. And besides she had sworn to protect not only his secret but from this sorcerer prince. And this was not the way to go about starting. "I saw a face made from stone." "Stone?" Merlin asked confused. "He had the most horrible glowing eyes and he called my name over and over again. It was terrifying." She replied, skipping the whole part where he ended up getting stabbed. Merlin looked at her oddly. "Is there anything you haven't told me?" He asked distrustfully. She nodded but failed to meet his eyes. "There's nothing else." She lied before moving swiftly closer to him and placing a soft hand on his cheek. "Is there anything you want to tell me?" She didn't know what she was doing. The question had come out before she could even think about stopping and the actions had just sort of followed suit. She had acted without thinking. She couldn't even remember the last time she had done that, move almost instinctually. Merlin had a look of complete awkwardness on his face. "Like what?" "Is there nothing you could tell me that might help?" She asked softly, almost whispering. He looked down from her shining blue eyes down to the space between them. The now non-existent space between them. Her body was practically pushed right up against his, and he found himself questioning how the fact that they had both almost murdered each other could have changed their relationship from trusted friends to one of uncomfortable affectionate moments such as these. Did she even realise how close she had placed herself to him? "Is there anything you could tell me that could help save them?" She breathed out. But her eyes were fogged and filled with an emotion Merlin not only recognised but feared. Desire. "Any information? Any...secrets?" She wasn't even sure what she was saying anymore. Nor did she care. Only one thing was passing through her mind at the moment, and it wasn't Merlin's secret powers nor his past actions. It was just want. For the man, not anything else. He blinked in mystification as she moved her lush mouth slightly closer to his own with a simple feminine tilt of her head. He wanted to taste her...and he couldn't believe it. Before he entered the room he wasn't even sure if he would care if she hadn't been there. If she had been taken by Morgause after all and didn't come back. And yet here he was now. Inches from making what he knew would be a big mistake. Nonetheless he found himself sucking in the strange heat that seemed to radiate of her plum lips, and realised soon thereafter that he was actually leaning in to initiate the outlandish connection. Suddenly desperate to bond with her. His gut was a swirl of conflicting emotions. On one hand he wanted nothing to do with her. There was a part of him that hated her, that even the very recollection of her existence made him infuriated with his entire surroundings wherever he was. In spite of this whenever he was around her he felt a contented uncomfortable atmosphere this last week. He couldn't really explain it, but no matter how appalled she made him feel there was a side of him that enjoyed it. That enjoyed the horrendous tension that had grown between them and instead of causing him to turn and run alternatively preferred to stand strong and feed off of it. Almost as if it elated him to be around such loathsomeness. And it was this elated side that fed off of the loathsomeness that was sending him into a dangerous unknown territory as it forced him closer the Lady Morgana. He felt rather than made his hands slide slowly over her waist to seize her and suddenly their lips were the only things that were apart. Morgana rested her arms on his surprisingly broad shoulders, her hands snug enough to grip the back of his neck. Abruptly their lips parted in unison and they dived in for their prize until - SLAM! Both Merlin and Morgana jumped apart so fast Merlin stumbled and had to clutch a nearby chair to steady himself. The pair shifted their eyes over to the door only to find it still shut, despite the fact that the two had almost suffered a fatal shock in complete cooperation as soon as they had heard it shut. Someone had seen what had just happened. Morgana shifted her gaze back to the heavily breathing man standing opposite her. She couldn't believe it. They had almost just made the biggest mistake of their lives and someone had seen. She could tell just by looking at him that he was thinking the exact same thing. The question was who was it who had seen? She straightened her pose as she watched him stand up straight, determined not to allow him any reason to think she was as perplexed as could be by the whole scenario. "I don't have any secrets." He finally answered impassively. His eyes vague and seemingly disinterested. She stared at his well practiced mask with some scrutiny behind her own facial shield, using it to conceal her own rising fury at his outright fib. "Very Well." She retorted knowing her tone must have let slip her resentment of this whole situation. "Well I'm sure you have other duties to attend to, was there anything else?" The distressingly high unbearable tension in the room had reached new heights at the revelation that was at this moment spinning their thoughts into places best left to the imagination. Merlin lightly shook his head to regain some thoughts before eventually realising he had been asked a question. "Err yes. Imogen will be appearing before the King at any moment. The King requests you be present for the meeting." "Of course." She replied, for unknown reasons afraid to blink. There was a long pause as the two could do nothing but stare at each other with estranged emotions shining from within them. Merlin stepped forward. "My Lady-" "Get out Merlin!" She all but yelled, her composure finally giving way under the vast amount of pressure now residing in the room. "Right." He almost jumped and made his way to the door. He reached out and wrapped his hand around the cool black handle of the door before freezing on the spot. He grudgingly turned to her with his mouth open. "If Arthur or Uther ever found out about what just happened..." Morgana gave a little awkward smirk before almost instantaneously wiping it from her face. "Don't worry Merlin." She answered, watching as the Prince's man servant's shoulders relaxed a little. "You can trust me." She added hastily. Merlin's eyes hardened immediately upon those words. It was sad that a single three letter sentence could instigate a whole range of memories and currently forgotten feelings of betrayal. "I hope so." And with that he opened the door and ruthlessly slammed it shut behind him. She finally let her knees give way as she allowed herself to fall down onto her bed and release all the torment she had been withholding. She barely noticed Gwen running in through her chambers door and sit down next to her on the bed, compassionately wrapping her arms round her. "I saw My Lady." Gwen consoled. "I saw you and Merlin." Morgana raised her flowing eyes to look at Gwen's empathic brown orbs. "I understand how difficult it can be." Morgana shook her head. "Gwen you don't understand. It's not like that." Gwen frowned in perplexity. "But I don't...I saw you two." Morgana sighed and wiped away a stray tear. "I need to tell you something." 5 minutes earlier. Gwen pushed the door open ever so slightly further so she could stare at the incredible sight before her. Merlin and Morgana, slowly leaning in towards each other to prepare for a kiss she had been expecting since the druid boy had appeared in Camelot. She knew that if she were caught spying on the King's ward that Uther would have neither compunction nor hesitation as to whether or not to execute her for even thinking of doing this. But then again if either Arthur or Uther caught what was going on in the Lady Morgana's chambers they would not really concern themselves with her simple inquisitiveness. They would instead barge past her and slice Merlin's head clean off where he stood...ears and all. "Guinevere?" Came the familiar voice of Arthur Pendragon. Shocked and panicked Gwen spun around to face her prince, inadvertently closing the door with an almighty slamming noise. The hand maiden closed her eyes as she inwardly cursed herself for making such a racket. She was sure that her mistake would have interrupted the pair's first kiss. "Arthur." Gwen squeaked before clearing her throat. "What brings you our way?" The prince looked at her in bemusement. "I'm going to get Imogen for an audience with my father. Merlin was supposed to tell you this?" Arthur sighed. "Has he not shown up?" "Err..." "I can't say I'm surprised." Arthur continued. "He's been acting strange all week. I'll have to make sure he doesn't get himself into trouble with my father." Gwen couldn't help but smile. He didn't even realise what he just did, but his thoughts instantly went to protecting the younger man. "You always surprise me Arthur. You're heart really is the biggest organ your body has." The two shared a quick moment before Gwen's smile faded in realisation. "Not that I'm saying your other organs are small or anything...because I'm sure their not!" Arthur raised an amused eyebrow. "Not that I've looked or anything it's just you are a prince after all...and-" "Gwen I'm going to ask you to stop before this gets anymore humiliating." Arthur said with his arms folded. It was then that Merlin stepped out from Morgana's chambers and froze upon seeing his master. "Looks like I spoke to soon." "Sire." Merlin greeted an Arthur who looked like he expected Merlin to tell him something stupid. "What?" "Did you tell Morgana about the Audience with my father?" "Yes sire." "Did she accept?" "Yes sire" "Right then go and get Gaius." "Yes sire" "Be as quick as you can, understood?" "Yes sire" "And Merlin, are you in fact a whiney man child?" "Yes si-" Merlin stopped and presented Arthur with a frustrated look. "Don't you ever get tired of being such a prat?" Gwen raised her eyebrows. She never could get used to their relationship. "I'd better go tend to Morgana." Arthur turned disappoint eyes on her. "Of course. Don't let us hold you up." He smiled. Gwen smiled back and gently pushed the door open. Arthur took a moment to stare at the now closed door until eventually turning to Merlin, ready to ask why he wasn't going to get Gaius. That was until he saw the man in question also staring sadly at the door. Arthur sighed. "What is it Merlin?" Truth be told he had a vague idea what was going on behind those empty looking eyes. Merlin was in love with Morgana. What other explanation was there? He had been acting like a weirdo all week, hardly ever insulting him at all and quite frankly the whole thing grossed him out. He was still reeling in on the idea of Merlin and Morgana having a daughter together...although how was it possible that she had become a sorceress? He guessed that it was probably an attempt to fight off this Malum threat that posed her time but he had never actually asked. He had simply trusted her. Her familiarity winning over his trust in almost instantaneously, discarding all thoughts of doubt from his mind without a second thought. One thing was stuck in his mind though, and that was a single question. If Merlin and Morgana were allowed to be together, then was there a chance that Gwen and himself had a chance at happiness as well? That thought had been biting at his brain ever since he first believed Imogen's story. He had closed his mind off from the possibility of ever having a future with the hand maiden, but now after all this confusion and unimaginable glimpses, a whole had been poked through said closed off mind. It was for this reason alone he told himself that despite his unsure thoughts about a Merlin and Morgana relationship, he was silently routing for the two to discover their feelings for each other. Naturally he knew that both would be too afraid to tell him but nonetheless hoped for a better outcome. "Merlin?" Arthur tried again, rewarded by the young warlock finally hearing him. "Hmm?" "What's been wrong with you this week? It's like you've been possessed by the ghost of boredom." Merlin shook his head. "I don't know what you mean." "Really?" Asked the prince with a disbelieving look on his face, only for it to turn to frustration when Merlin nodded with those wide eyes. He hated those eyes. They always grew wider whenever he was lying. "Merlin you're a worse liar than the queen of Logres." Merlin's eyebrows bounced a little at the mention of the queen. "Now she was creepy." "Yes she was." Arthur had to agree. "What did she do to you when she finally managed to lure you into a room alone with her?" Arthur took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Some things are best left to the imagination." "Because there were rumours-" "Shut up Merlin!" Arthur interrupted, annoyed when he saw the little smile appear on his manservant's skinny face. "You don't think she'll come back for the royal festivals next week do you?" Merlin asked a little worried. However he'd be lying if he didn't admit he was enjoying Arthur's fear a little. "Dear Lord I hope not." Merlin had never heard such conviction in his prince's voice until that moment. "Now you should have left already to go get Gaius. Go!" He barked sending Merlin scurrying away. The blonde prince shook his head as his secret friend ran round the corner. "How did you ever get someone like Morgana?" He whispered to himself before setting off in the direction of Imogen's chambers. Thankfully the girl had inherited Morgana's looks and pose instead of her father's clumsiness. However he couldn't say that he was looking forward to this. A bad feeling was growing in the pit of his stomach like a bad virus. He truly had no idea how this meeting was going to proceed, but he did know he had to try and convince his father (somehow) that recruiting this sorcerer prince would be a good idea. Arthur sighed. Men would fly before that miracle would happen. |
Re: Merlin Fanfic Story by Jasonteague(m): 2:55pm On Jun 24, 2016 |
Chapter 5: The Reasons For Treason "That's what was going on when I walked in?" Gwen stared across the bed at Morgana in shock. She couldn't believe what she had just been told by the King's ward. She had just been told everything of what had happened. From Morgana meeting Morgause all the way up to Merlin storming out of the room when she had entered a week ago. Morgana had even been kind enough to let her know who the girl Imogen really was, at least by her knowledge. Morgana nodded, never once taking her eyes of her friend. "Yes. That's why Merlin stormed from the room when you entered a week ago." Gwen continued to stare at her with a face Morgana could only describe as disgust. "How could you?" The maid breathed out. Morgana opened her mouth and stood, only to have Gwen take a step back. Morgana froze in her place. She was afraid of her? Her best friend was afraid of her? "Gwen please-" "If Merlin hadn't of poisoned you we'd all be dead!" Gwen yelled. Morgana could do nothing but stare in shock. Gwen hadn't yelled at her since they were little girls. "Gwen I had no idea Morgause was going to kill everyone!" Morgana tried desperately. "I was tricked. All I wanted was Uther gone! For all the pain he's caused! For what he did to my father! To your Father!" "So your first thought was to murder him?" Gwen asked in astonishment, hoping that it wasn't true. "Morgana you find another way! Murder is never an answer!" "I know that now." Morgana said whilst hanging her head. Gwen released a long and heavy sigh as she tried to calm herself down. "Gwen you have to believe me. I did not know what Morgause was planning." "We've all been tricked by the illusions of Sorcery at some point." Gwen conceded, not surprised when Morgana looked up at her in utter relief. "But then why did I almost see you kissing? You and Merlin?" Morgana shook her head with a look that clearly said your guess is as good as mine. "It's complicated." She whispered, now averting her gaze to where herself and Merlin had almost lost control. Gwen squinted at her. "My Lady?" Morgana looked up with smiling eyes. She had called her My Lady. For a few moments she feared she would never call her that again. "Do you have feelings for Merlin?" Morgana just stared at her hand maiden. Her smiling eyes had turned vacant and unreadable, but it was obvious to someone who knew her as well as Gwen that it was simply a mask. "We should get ready for the meeting. It starts soon." Morgana brushed off, standing from her sitting position and walking over to her wardrobe. Gwen couldn't help the small amused quirk of her lips at her actions. Morgana turned to face her with a stern look on her face. "Gwen I'm sure I don't need to tell you that all this is to be kept completely secret. Absolutely no one must know that these events have taken place. Lord knows what would happen if this got out." Gwen nodded solemnly. "Of course My Lady. You can count on me." "I thought as much. Now come, we must get ready." Imogen stood outside the big double doors that led to the throne room. Two guards stood either side of her, staring straight. She would occasionally throw brief glances in their direction. They hardly looked like they were even breathing. However she was breathing. A lot. Her hands were fidgeting and try as she might she could not stop them. She was blinking far more rapidly than necessary and the beginnings of sweat despite the cold morning air. She knew what she was going to have to do in order to convince the King to trust the Sorcerer Prince. It would involve sinking to a level she reserved only for absolute necessity. She had long ago discovered that she had inherited a certain skill from her mother. Manipulation. She could get almost anyone to do whatever she wanted - no magic needed. Men were the easiest to control. She was able to exploit their deepest instincts, odd as they may be, to protect her so long as she played her role correctly. She guessed it came from a long forgotten tribal influence that rested in the deepest darkest corner of the mind, but either way it was there. Her mother had told her that she had used it all the time on the men in Camelot. Uther, Arthur, even Merlin her father when she felt she needed to. As soon as she had discovered her own daughter possessed the same ability she had warned her not to get lost in it, warned her that it could become like second nature and take over what is left of your original self. This she had told her right after she had caught the five year old girl making all the boys do things for her. Her chores, her responsibilities and even her hair. At first she was angry, which had confused the little girl. But upon sneaking out of her chambers after being told to reside in them until she had realised what she had done wrong. She saw her Mother, Father and Uncle Arthur laughing about it. To say she was puzzled would be an understatement. However as she grew she realised through experience what her mother had meant. A skill like manipulation was not something to show pride in, in fact quite the opposite, and should only be used when it could be justified. Yet as much as she hated the thought of doing it, now it was the only option. "Imogen." Came a familiar voice. Imogen spun round to see her father, Merlin, walking purposefully towards her. She couldn't hide the smile that stretched across her face. "Merlin." She greeted happily, ignoring the odd feeling that crept up on her at calling her father by his actual name. He simply nodded and turned to an old man behind him. "This is the court physician Gaius." He introduced. Imogen lost the smile and obtained a look of complete shock. "Gaius this is Imogen, the-" He darted his eyes to the two guards. "The girl I told you about." "Pleasure to meet you my girl." Gaius greeted charmingly. Imogen now had a smile wide enough to block of the wide corridor they stood in. "Please Gaius the pleasure is all mine. Really all mine." Gaius raised an eyebrow at the girl, which for some reason only served to make her snicker. Honestly, the child was behaving like she had met her idol. "Could I ask what is so funny?" The physician asked baffled. "Oh nothing." She replied, still smiling. "It's just that...I don't wish to confuse you further but...well...I'd been told about that eyebrow thing." Gaius raised it again. "What eyebrow thing?" Imogen looked at surprised, briefly turning to an amused Merlin before shifting back to Gaius. "I was told that you raised your eyebrow whenever you had...well actually that you just used to raised it a lot." Gaius looked mortified. "We had a nick name for it." Imogen continued. "Nick name? What kind of a nick name?" "The eyebrow of devastation." Another snicker alerted the elderly physician, only this time it seemed to come from Merlin. Gaius narrowed his eyes as his young protégé stifled a random chuckle after another. Gaius realised now would be the time to take pity on the boy, but instead preferred to watch him struggle. Watch as the sweat formed on his forehead, as his lips shook along with the rest of his body, as he battled fiercly in a fight he was never going to win. "What's going on here?" Sounded the deep commanding voice of Arthur Pendragon as he strode into the group. His eyes landed on a now violently shaking Merlin, and he could feel the look of annoyance spread over his face. "What on earth is it now?" "Merlin was just displaying his amusement at a nick name Imogen and her friends had for a certain aspect of my face." Gaius explained. Arthur turned to look at him. "Is it the eyebrow?" A high pitched and disturbingly lady like noise escaped Merlin's clamped lips, causing Arthur and Imogen to swiftly turn to look at the young Warlock. Gaius however was shocked. Since when had his eyebrow become such a public endearment? "Grow up Merlin!" Ordered the crowned prince. "We called it the eyebrow of devastation" Imogen repeated. Gaius snapped his head in her direction sufficiently heatedly. "Yes thank you." He finished shortly. Imogen looked down at the floor in shame. He turned back to Arthur "Sire perhaps we should be discussing what -"Arthur was now biting his lip in an attempt to keep his own laughter in, shoulder to shoulder with Merlin. "By the Gods." Gaius exclaimed frustrated. He was surrounded by idiots. "There was another nickname." Imogen said quietly whilst looking fearfully at Gaius. The elderly physician rolled his eyes. "Well go on then, you might as well. Put them out of their misery - I can't bear it any longer." Imogen seemed to struggle to find the courage at first, but eventually dug down deep and forced herself to nobly carry on. "We called it the excited caterpillar." And that, it seemed, was that. Morgana and Gwen rounded the corner to find Merlin and Prince Arthur roaring with hysterical laughter. They watched as their future King slid down the far wall of the corridor on his back in what could only be described as in an uncontrollable state. Casting their eyes downward they saw his faithful and brave man servant, already on the floor on his back, holding his stomach and over-all looking quite unhinged. "It hurts!" Cried out Merlin. "Try...to think of...sad things!" Arthur advised from the wall in between fits of giggles. "Like what!?" Merlin queried. "I don't know!" Another roar of laughter from Arthur. "Sick children?!" "Arthur!" Morgana yelled from across the hall, turning all eyes upon her and Gwen. "Have you no self control?" The King's ward chastised. "Merlin started it!" "I did not!" Merlin yelled defensively. "I don't care who started it." Morgana scolded. "Let's just see whose man enough to finish. Whatever this is, it's gone on long enough." Merlin and Arthur rose slowly, still shooting out the odd giggle and wiping away fresh tears. Morgana and Gwen walked towards the throne room doors with repugnance clear on their faces. "Babies." Gwen whispered as she walked past them. Both Merlin and Arthur felt affronted but had difficulty removing their smiles. The two girls then passed the two smiling guards and a hurt looking Gaius to reach a shamed Imogen. "Are you ready?" Morgana asked with a concerned glint in her eyes. Imogen took a sharp intake of air before nodding with a simple smile. "As I'll ever be." Morgana smiled back before looking at one of the two guards. "Is it alright to enter?" "Yes My Lady. The King has finished the Personal Guards ceremony. He is expecting you." Imogen nervously looked at the door as Arthur strode towards it with a firm frown on his face, all humour forgotten. She felt Merlin stop on her right side and Morgana on her left. The tension seemed to grip her every nerve and squeeze at them. She wanted to turn around and run. Run back to her time and just live in what the world had become, after all she knew that world. Desperate as it was she knew what to expect, what could occur there where she could openly use her powers without fear of being killed every second. She suddenly branched both her hands out and grabbed her unsuspecting parent's hands. Merlin and Morgana froze as they felt the girl they hardly knew clasp their hands so tightly that for one moment Merlin thought she could rip his off. Yet he felt some odd yet immensely powerful twang shoot in his chest as it happened, almost as if it belonged there. He momentarily gazed over at Morgana to see she was feeling something similar to him, her eyes confused but happy at the same time. "Don't leave me." Murmured Imogen. At this Arthur turned around to see the union before looking to see the reactions of the two she was hanging to. "We won't." Morgana replied, not even noticing when she begun brushing the girls hair softly with her hand. Arthur swallowed nervously, whilst Gwen and Gaius watched on in amazement. "We'll all be here if you need us. Just give us a signal." Merlin comforted. As Arthur watched he wondered why Merlin didn't notice Morgana's maternal instincts firing up, but on that mark decided they should not keep his father waiting. "Ok." Arthur said to gain everyone's attention. "I've briefed you on the rules. Do not tell him who you really are. Under no circumstances let my father know that you're from the future, or that you're a Sorceress. It will be the last thing you ever do." Morgana rolled her eyes at the panicked look on Imogen's face. "Oh well done Arthur. For god sake don't take up motivational speaking." "They needed to be said. You ready?" He asked staring straight at Imogen. She seemed to think for a moment before nodding. "Then let's go." He pushed open the large double doors and walked in ahead of the group. Imogen released her parent's hands upon entering. She really didn't want any kind of connections being made in the King's head, even if it didn't seem likely anyone could make them. She stared up at the man who could choose between whether her future was filled with happiness or whether it stayed in the shadow of its former self. Just by looking at him sitting comfortably in his throne she had already judged him. Of course she had heard stories of his brutal nature, but she had also heard stories of how he had cleaned up Camelot when magic ruled the land. His hatred for magic was legendary even in her time, so it was logical to exploit this as a weakness. "Father." Arthur greeted, standing in front of Imogen and before Uther with his hands behind his back. "We've received some distressing news." "Ah yes. The news that could barely wait until morning. Continue." Uther's smug royal tone came through in folds as he reached over and grabbed some wine from a servant. "We encountered this girl wondering around the outer city. She claimed that she saw four men entering her home of Sorestan discussing a plot to attack Camelot." Uther knitted his eyebrows together in thought, looking over Arthur's shoulders to stare at Imogen. "Step forward child." Uther demanded with a wave of his hand. Morgana clenched her jaw in anticipation. She knew first hand that the girl had trouble being less than honest. "You're Highness." Imogen greeted with a curtsy. "My family has always been in awe of your grand codes and conduct. It is truly a privilege to finally be in your presence." Merlin's eyes grew to the size of the sun. She was good. He had expected her for some reason to be less than a bad liar, but here she was. Staring straight into the eyes of Uther Pendragon without even flinching...and making him smile. "It's always nice to hear that you've had such an affect on people." Uther said, leaning forward in his throne. Arthur couldn't not let loose a crooked disbelieving smile. He was into this. "Very much so my Lord. My father used to tell me tales of your battle against the evils of sorcery right from the beginning. Your bravery has been an example for my entire family to compare themselves to during our darkest moments. That's why I knew I had to come here first; I knew you would know what to do." "Please speak child. I'm sure we'll find a solution. What of these four men and their plans for Camelot." Uther said with a warm smile. "Of course. There were four sorcerers and a small druid boy My Lord." All in unison Merlin, Morgana, Arthur, Gwen and Gaius all snapped their heads up to stare stunned at the girl they thought they knew. She was speaking of Mordred, but how could she know of his existence? "Small druid boy?" Uther questioned with a clear suspicious glint in his eyes. "I believe I know of the boy. He escaped from our dungeons not long ago." At this Uther threw a fleeting glance at Morgana before returning his over bearing gaze back to Imogen. Imogen nodded. "They plan to use the boy to unleash a powerful threat upon this great city. They plan to release a demon from his eternal prison-" "Malum!" Uther's urgency brought the fives attention back to him. He knew? "That was the name they used my Lord yes." Imoged feigned ignorance. Uther stood and walked down the steps towards her, surprising all with the shadow of fear that had seemed to cast itself over the King. "Father you've heard of this threat?" Arthur questioned. Uther weakly nodded. "It was before you were born. The kingdom was ruled by corrupton and sorcery as you know, but what I failed to tell you was of the creature that had started it. The creature that destroyed all those who opposed him and so created a world free of order and control. There were those who fought against his regime but none were a match until..." Uther trailed off. |
Re: Merlin Fanfic Story by Jasonteague(m): 4:18pm On Jun 24, 2016 |
Cont "Forgive me my lord, but I heard one of the Sorcerers say something about a Sorcerer King." Imogen threw out, surprising Uther a little. He did however nod. "Yes. Arden was his name. The only Sorcerer to have ever proven himself to be good of heart. His son however has shamed him. He truly embodies all that a true Sorcerer is." "The Sorcerers my leige, they spoke in fear of one person in particular. They said he alone had the potential to thwart their plans. That only he possessed the power to defeat this Demon Lord should he ever arise." Imogen continued, still feigning innocence. Uther turned to her in hope. "What was the name? "Prince James Regus." "Absolutely not!" Uther yelled, his commanding voice echoing throughout the throne room. Imogen looked flabbergasted. Surely she had made it clear that the Sorcerer Prince was the only one who could help them. She had made up that whole lie about coming across the four Sorcerers, and Arthur would have been surprised to hear her little addition of Mordred. But she had made herself a promise before leaving her home, and that promise was that she wouldn't allow her Mother to become what she was destined to be. A powerful dark Sorceress. Morgana had far much more to give than to waste five years hating Camelot, and getting rid of Mordred whilst he was still young and weak was the best way to go about doing that. She had already stopped Morgause from taking her after her father had poisoned her. This was her next step. "But Father" Arthur protested standing forward. "What if this Sorcerer Prince is the only one who can save us?" "You do not know the Regus throne!" Uther responded whilst walking toward his son. "They are a cruel and ruthless family. This Prince is next in line to the throne! Have you not considered the ramifications for trusting such deceitful people?" "Surely you can not judge one person based on what their heritage is. Maybe he's not like his father." Arthur tried desperately to reason with his father. "You have not met them! I met this Prince when he was just a child. I saw what he was being taught and I dread to think what kind of a man that sort of tutoring could create. A man filled with hate and anger." "He's nothing of the sort!" Imogen suddenly burst forward, shocking everyone else into silence. "He is a kind and selfless person! He always strives for what is right! You have no idea what he will give up one day to ensure justice is served! He may not be the King Arthur will one day become, and yes he has a dark side but he has a heart as pure as the water in Camelot!" Morgana and Merlin lost themselves in thought. They both remembered what the dragon had said. "Though the Sorcerer Prince may have a Moral heart, it is buried underneath a mountain of pain, anger and hatred for all those of non-magical heritage. Years of being raised by an evil father have made him a dangerous man. You must tread carefully, for I doubt your magic, or even mine, could stand up to his power." It seemed that Imogen shared the same views as the dragon. A fact that worried both of them. Morgana looked over to the opposite side of the room to spot a Merlin deep in thought. She guessed he was thinking the same thing...or perhaps of a way to convince the king with one of his talents. She was brought out of her thoughts as Merlin suddenly lifted his head to look straight at her. Stunned they both became transfixed at the sight of one another, this not going unnoticed by Gwen. "You dare tell me what should be?" Uther's voice was low and menacing. Arthur opened his mouth to divert his father's attention away from her when Imogen signed her own death warrant. "Clearly someone has to." She spat, and that was when he saw it. Morgana's daughter was standing before them and was clearly no longer worried who could guess it. "One more word out of you girl and you will be thrown into the dungeons for as long as I see fit. Control your temper-" "Your kingdom will be destroyed!" Imogen yelled. "You will leave your son in charge of a Kingdom that will be smothered in the shadows forever! Force him to watch innocent children be used as vessels for matters that shouldn't even be left to the imagination! And you will do this in the name of pride!" "Guards take her to the dungeons! Immediately!" "You should take lessons from your son!" Imogen continued. "He does not think of himself before the needs of his kingdom! He would never assume a whole race of people would be evil because of a select few! He will not be driven by fear like his father! And together he and my Father will create a land free from your established tyranny!" Merlin narrowed his eyes as Arthur's widened. The blonde prince turned to look at his manservant before he could think better of it. Him and Merlin? What the hell did that mean? He looked back and discovered that the guards had now grabbed a hold of Imogen's arms and Morgana was running to her side. "Morgana!" He heard Merlin's voice from behind him, and soon he too was running past him to Imogen's side. "Uther I beg you to listen. This girl knows what she's talking about!" Morgana pleaded. "How could she know?" Uther questioned. "She's just a peasant who overheard something that will probably lead to nothing." "Because I've seen it." Imogen added. "I grew up in it. I've seen what it will cause." Uther shook his head in frustration. "What on earth are you talking about?" "I am not from this time!" "Imogen!" Arthur tried to interrupt, but it had no affect. "I came back in time to save this kingdom and my family, and with your pride you have sentenced them to death!" Imogen froze. What was she doing? What had she done? She had just sacrificed her mission entirely. She had just let down her entire family. Uther's eyes bore into her skull. The silence of the room was deafening. Merlin now at her side could not take his eyes of Uther as the King stood frozen along with everyone else. Morgana however turned to Arthur with a desperate plea shinning violently in her eyes. Arthur broke eye contact with his adoptive sister and took a step forward, only to be stopped by Gwen's hand enclosing itself around his own. The blonde prince stared back at her, seeing how much the hand maiden wanted him to stay out of it. "You came back in time?" Uther finally spoke, whilst moving towards the scared girl. "She's just upset!" Morgana tried. However it was too late. Uther would not take his eyes of the young Sorceress. "There is only one thing I know that could create such a situation." Uther continued. "Sorcery!" "She's not well." Merlin abruptly shouted out, causing all heads to turn to him. "Merlin!" Arthur whispered urgently, pulling away from a frightened Gwen to hit Merlin round the back of his head. "No Arthur." Uther stopped his son as he eyed Merlin carefully. "The boy has proven himself a trusted ally. Let us see what he has to say." Arthur's eyes could not get any wider. What the hell? Since when had his father ever listened to anyone of non-noble blood? With his mouth agape the prince turned to look at an equally stunned Merlin, of who was currently looking back a fearful Gaius. With a gentle nudge from Arthur the young Warlock turned back to the waiting King. "When she first arrived in Camelot she was weary and tired. I found her and took her to Gaius, were he determined she must be haemorrhage through the brain." "This is true My Lord." Gaius said stepping forward. "Mental Haemorrhage can cause any person to think strange things." "Nonsense" Uther declared. "This girl is far from insane. Her cheap manipulation techniques proved that to me." Morgana shook her head. "My Lord-" "Enough!" Uther affirmed. "There is only one explanation for her deceit. She's a Sorceress! Guards!" The room was suddenly aloud with movement from the guards all pulling out their crossbows and aiming them all at Imogen's head. Morgana shook her head. "No!" She screamed, wrapping her arms around the young Sorceress thus shielding her from the arrows. "Morgana!" Uther bellowed fiercely. "I will not let you hurt her!" Morgana declared with such conviction that it made the King himself look taken aback. "She is a Sorceress and must therefore accept the consequences of her actions!" "She has done you no harm!" Morgana yelled right back at him. "Just let her leave. Banish her if you must, but allow her to leave with her life." "I cannot do that" "Well then your nothing but a hateful coward!" Morgana bellowed out. She had no idea why she was doing this, but she felt an explosion of fear as soon as the arrows were pointing at Imogen's head. All she knew was that she could not let her be harmed. There was neither reason nor logic that she could think of behind her actions, just an overwhelming feeling that she needed to protect her. Uther bared his teeth in anger. "If you do not move out of the way then I will be forced to order the shoot with you in the line of fire!" Morgana stared up at him through her eyelids. "You wouldn't." "Sire-" Merlin tried, taking his newly pointed respect from the King to the next level and walking towards him. That was until Uther drew his sword and placed it at the boy's neck. "It appears I made a mistake about you." Uther growled, the edge of his blade pressing lightly against Merlin's Adams apple. "Father!" Arthur yelled now stepping forward. "Enough of this." Uther declared once more before turning to look at the two women on the ground. "Move or I cut the boys throat." "Your highness I must protest!" Gaius said now walking forwards with Gwen. "Quiet Physician!" Uther ordered. "This is something only Morgana can stop." Morgana's mouth fell open. What was she supposed to do? Either protect the girl or Merlin, the man who had tried to kill her. She stared down into the frightened eyes of the girl in her arms not to see fear for herself, but concern for the man at the end of Uther's blade. She looked back up at Uther with conflict shinning through on her face. Uther sighed. "Very Well." And with that he raised his sword above Merlin's head. "No!" Both Morgana and Imogen cried in unison as they both bolted from the floor in the direction of the King. But Morgana knew they wouldn't be quick enough. There was no way they could reach them in time. Uther's sword came plummeting down through the air in what seemed like slow motion. This couldn't be. Merlin had to live, so he and Arthur could make a better world. He couldn't die...she couldn't loose him. But there was nothing she could do. Uther's sword reach Merlin's neck. This was it, her dream was coming true. Merlin was going to die and then whisper those two words that echoed in her mind. Sorcerer Prince. Morgana covered her eyes as she halted her movement...only to hear the sound of steal colliding. She whipped her hands away from her face to stare staggeringly at the sight before her. "Arthur!" Came Gwen's voice. Uther was standing with wide eyes looking straight into the eyes of his son, Arthur. Morgana followed Uther's sword to see Arthur's own sword blocking his father's attack only a mere hairs length away from Merlin's throat. Arthur had saved him, but committed treason at the same time. Both Uther and Merlin seemed unable to tear their eyes away from Arthur. Completely different thoughts running through their minds, until Uther's eyes raised a little to see his newly appointed personal guard switching his aim from Imogen to Arthur. "No stop!" Uther demanded but it was too late. The fresh young guard Uther had just allowed into the sought after personal guards had pulled the trigger. That's when everything happened so quickly it was hard to tell what went first. Merlin turned to see the arrow coming straight for Arthur and burst into action. The two royals swords dropped and their eyes grew wide. Morgana watched Merlin move at impossible speeds before suddenly Imogen appeared, pushing Arthur to the ground. Within seconds the arrow had plunged into the young girls' side. Both Merlin and Morgana watched as everything seemed to return to normal speed. The two stared in horror as the girl first fell to her knees, her hands finding the arrow now sticking independently from her side. She gave one last breath before falling to the throne room floor. Gaius reached the girl and began getting out his healing tools as Imogen struggled in her pain. People began surrounding her as Gaius struggled to stop the bleeding. Morgana and Merlin both looked up at the other in unison. One thought rebounding around within their heads. The dream was coming true, just not in order. "Gaius leave her." Uther's voice echoed in the silent throne room. Morgana snapped her eyes to him in disgust. "What do you mean leave her?" She asked stamping up to him. "She is a Sorceress. She is only receiving her retribution early." Morgana laughed a laugh devoid of all humour. "She just saved your sons life!" "Do not be naive." Uther reprimanded his ward. "I have no doubt that she did this to earn our trust." Morgana stared open mouthed and appalled at her guardian. "You're a monster." She whispered bitterly, earning her a dangerous stare in response. "My Father would be ashamed of you." Merlin watched as something seemed to snap in the King's eyes. Without thinking, in his anger, he raised his arm and struck her around the face with the back of his hand. Morgana went crashing down through the force of it, landing next to her future daughter with a heavy thump. All eyes now on the King and his ward, watching as the scene grew from bad to worse. The fallen Morgana turned back up to look at her guardian only to see the face of him in her dreams. He looked like an animal with his teeth clenched and wild eyes staring down at her. He had hit her to the floor, he had caused the blood to gather in her mouth and he didn't seem to care. Merlin stared at the scene. It was all happening as Morgana had described. They may not have been happening in the same order, but they were happening. Uther striking her to the floor, Imogen being shot by a cross bow. It was all happening, which meant everything she saw would now come true. And just like that their surroundings faded into nothingness. Merlin spun around on his heel to look around at the darkness. The throne room had disappeared, along with Uther, Gaius and all the guards. Only Him, Morgana, Arthur, Gwen and Imogen existed now. He could feel wind form in the darkness, the strong gust almost blowing him off his feet before a cold wet feeling surrounded his feet. He turned to the other four only to see they appeared to now be in a forest, standing in a puddle at night. "What the...?" He heard Arthur say as the Prince spun round and round. "Where the hell?" "Where are we? What happened?" Gwen asked, running up to Arthur and grabbing his arm. "I don't know." Morgana answered for him. "It's like we've been...transported but we didn't move." An idea suddenly hit Merlin full force. "Teleported." He spoke up, earning him full attention. He looked down at Imogen lying on her back now out cold just by the little puddle the rest of them were standing in. "She must have teleported us here. To get us away from the Kingdom." Morgana suddenly went charging across the dirty cold puddle and fell to her knees beside the fallen girl. She picked up her head and rested it on her lap. "I don't know what happened but without Gaius she is going to die! Gwen come help me!" "Of course." Gwen responded, now splashing through the lake herself to reach the dying girl. A loud screeching noise above them swiftly caught their attention. Above them was a creature that seemed impossible, hanging from a nearby tree. It spread its gigantic black wings and opened its long pointy mouth to reveal its sharp fangs. Its yellow eyes focused on Arthur and Merlin. "What on earth is that!?" Arthur yelled whilst withdrawing his sword. "I don't know." Merlin responded. "But it seems to like us." And just like that the creature swooped down through the air towards them with its mouth hanging greedily open. "Get down!" Arthur yelled, diving forward and narrowly dodging the hungry creature. Merlin did followed suit, barely escaping with his head attached. The two scrambled up to face the direction it had flown to see it swinging around to come for seconds. Its eyes reflecting the moons pale light. "Merlin! Get the girls into the forest!" Merlin turned to face him just as the creature began hovering back down towards them. "But what about you?" "Now Merlin!" Arthur ordered, sending the Man servant running towards the three women. Arthur spun his sword in his hand twice before holding it vertically in front of him. His legs squatting, prepared to strike the beast down. It eventually swooped down for the kill with its wings spreading straight adjacent to its, by comparison, small body. Arthur watched as the beast opened its mouth and prepared to strike when its wings were hit with what seemed like flames. The creature went crashing down into the small puddle, splashing the dirty water all over Arthur's body. Merlin turned back around with Gwen and Morgana on either side of him, Imogen in his arms to see the defeated beast lying dead in the puddle. He looked over at Arthur who was wiping the water from his eyes. "What happened?" He yelled over to the prince, causing him to turn to him. "I don't know!" He yelled back. "Something hit him, some kind of fire-" "Arthur look!" Gwen screamed, pointing to a small hill leading out of the puddle. Arthur spun round to see a hooded shadow standing tall. Arthur raised his sword defensively, only to have the figure raise his leather gloved hand to send it flying out of Arthur's hands. Arthur stumbled back and with a raise of the figures other hand, felt his feet leave the ground and his body go soaring back through the air, only stopping when his back slammed into the trunk of the tree beside Merlin and the girls. The prince let out a quick groan of pain before looking back to see the figure was already in front of him, the moonlight now showing a shinning pair of green eyes from beneath the baggy black hood. "Let him go." Merlin demanded. The figures head casually turned to him in acknowledgement. "Hello Emrys." Came a male voice from beneath the hood. Merlin's eyes shot open in shock. He knew who he was? "His name is Merlin!" Was the gruff reply of Arthur's form as he continued to struggle against the invisible force keeping him pinned to the tree in mid air. "I am Prince Arthur of Camelot! You will tell us who you are!" A small amused puff of air escaped the figure as he dropped his hand. Arthur fell to the floor in an ungraceful heap with Gwen leaping to his aid. The four watched as the hooded figure placed a hand on his hood and swiftly pulled it down to reveal jet black hair and a handsome face to accompany the shinning green eyes. "I am Prince James Regus." He declared, shocking the four into silence. "Or as you might know me, the Sorcerer Prince." He took a moment to examine their expressions. "And you're trespassing." |
Re: Merlin Fanfic Story by LordZero(m): 11:22pm On Jun 28, 2016 |
Jasonteague wia u dey na.. pls come n update |
Re: Merlin Fanfic Story by Jasonteague(m): 3:16am On Jun 29, 2016 |
All four, Merlin, Morgana, Arthur and Gwen were thrown to their knees on the hard marble flooring. Morgana couldn't help the small whimper that escaped her traitorous throat as her knees hit the cold floor, she hearing a few groans from her friends next to her. She slowly looked up to the feet that lay in front of them. Following her gaze Merlin looked up to see what the feet were attached too to discover a young but mature looking man, glaring down at them from his throne. Needless to say a gulp escaped him. "What is this you bring before me, James?" The man asked someone behind him. Soon the sorcerer prince walked past them, a guard carrying an unconscious Imogen following loyally behind. "Father," he responded, sending a shockwave through the kneeling four. Merlin looked over at Arthur to see he had the same disbelieving look on his face. How could this man be the sorcerer prince's father? He barely looked older than the man himself. "I come bearing gifts." The four watched as a crooked smile split across the prince's handsome face. His father however seemed bored. "Is this one of your stupid jokes?" The prince shook his head and gazed greedily into Merlin's eyes. "Certainly not My King, I bring you the future of Camelot." The Sorcerer King turned his head to look at his son in puzzlement. "Explain yourself, quickly." The King ordered. "Of course. Might I introduce Prince Arthur of Camelot and his love, Miss Guinevere." He introduced. At this the youthful looking King leant forward in his overly decorated throne with a keen smile on his face. "Uther's son in love with a serving girl?" The King it seemed had trouble containing his excitement at this prospect, and Arthur could guess as to why. He was sure this sorcerer King knew of how his father would react to such news. Fury would not be an appropriate term; instead something more descriptive of a national disaster would be more suitable. Gwen hung her head, seemingly compensating for the Kings lack of shame. The hand maiden looked up to her left to see a bewildered looking Morgana staring right at her, mouth open as the black haired beauty gazed from Arthur to herself in realization. Gwen turned back to the sorcerer King. Well that was one less secret. "Who told you that?" Arthur demanded heatedly. "I demand to know." The sorcerer Prince, James sent his shinning green eyes boring through Arthur's angry blues. "No one has to tell me anything. Has no one told you Prince Arthur? I'm brilliant," James said with a confident smile. Merlin looked behind the prince to see the King roll his eyes. "And part of my brilliance is knowing what you are thinking, even right at this very second. I'm a can read minds Prince Arthur, and I'm reading not only yours but your friends at this moment," a laugh escaped him as he looked at all the worried faces staring up at him. "Good lord and I thought I had problems." Arthur smirked. "You couldn't possibly-" "Couldn't what? Know who Imogen's parents are?"Arthurs' mouth fell open as James took a few steps down to Gwen. He threw of his robe over a nearby guard to reveal black boots, black trousers and a red short sleeved vest whilst keeping on his black leather gloves. A single silver chain hung from his tanned neck with a pendant carved in the shape of an eye. He stared down at Gwen with his arms folded over his chest. "What Uther would do should he find out about you and his son?" He continued down to Morgana and his smile fell. He seemed to grow uncomfortable as he stared down at her, his eyes mysteriously clouding over. "Will he leave you like your father did?" He chanced a glance at Merlin before looking back at Morgana. "You lost a parent?" Morgana's anger flared to new heights. "What do you care?" The Prince stared down at her, stripped of his arrogance. Gwen and Merlin focused, those couldn't be tears gathering in the bottom of his eyes. "I don't care. It's called showing off, and you do it whenever you dress up for a party so don't judge me." Morgana visibly snarled as his self- assured smile returned and he moved over to Merlin. "Wow! Well, you're easier to read than a freshly written scroll. But no, Arthur has no idea how many times you've saved him," he looked up the line of people all looking at him curiously. "None of them do, although she has an idea." He pointed at Morgana who turned away quickly. Merlin stared at her curiously through scared eyes. What did that mean? "Enough of your games," Came the Kings voice as he stood. "I have duties to attend to." "But Father can't you see what this means?" "I can see brat" The King's spit flew everywhere as he marched up to his son, invading his personal space. "The creatures that lay in the outskirts are more than a match for them. So what are they doing here?" The sorcerer prince looked away from his father's piercing eyes. "We need information from them; it was for the good of the kingdom." "Do not think you can lie to me boy." The King responded. "You saved them because you're weak. You always were, going out and saving people who you believed to be innocent despite my constant warnings. Even the slaves you deemed worthy of your attention. You have so much potential son to be a ruthless and great King." "I do not deem ruthless as great Father," replied James just as strongly. "I deem great as a King who would go out of his way to help his people. Something you could never understand." "How dare you preach to me about what a King should be. You're a fool James, and you prove it every day. Hopefully your younger sister will prove to have a less selfless heart." "You will not corrupt her as you did me." Prince James Regus stepped even closer to his father his jaw clenched. The kneeling four watched on in amazement. Perhaps there was a chance that the sorcerer Prince did have a heart after all? "I will not allow you too." "You do not have a say," assumed the King with an appalled expression fixed onto his face. "Your mother would be ashamed of you if she could see you now," Merlin saw as the prince tensed. "She would be so disappointed." "Mother was the one out there every day feeding the slaves you felt necessary to starve. She would be proud of my actions towards them." "She would be as appalled as I am at your weakness." "I am not weak." James stated back through gritted teeth. "You are weak. It is that weakness that killed your mother." James eyes turned wild as his father's words hit him. Very slowly he took a step forward towards the King. "Are you blaming me...for my mother's death?" His tone was low and menacing, and for the first time the four watching from the floor could see why Uther feared his alliance. Right now even the King seemed weary. "You could have saved her and you know it," whispered the King venomously. "But you didn't because you were afraid to make the difficult decisions." "I will not be blamed!" A smashing noise interrupted the row as all the windows shattered around the great hall. The King turned back to his son only to take a few steps back as he took in the sight before him. His son's eyes were only glowing gold. The deep sound of thunder roared through the empty window frames, causing the still kneeling four to look anxiously around. "What's happening?" Gwen asked, having to close her eyes as a fierce wind began blowing from within the hall. Morgana turned to Merlin in a desperate plea for answers to see him staring up the sorcerer prince through his eye lids. "It's him," answered an inappropriately calm Merlin. "It's the sorcerer Prince." Morgana looked up at the prince with wide eyes, watching as his hand rose to the man loosely holding a still bleeding Imogen. "Forba erninge." He whispered. Instantly Imogen began shaking violently in the guards arms. "What are you doing?" Morgana screamed at the prince, who simply stared at her with those gold eyes and a simple smirk. "Making a difficult decision," He answered back. The prince then turned his eyes onto a fearful looking guard. "Take them to the cells," he ordered as his eyes turned back to their normal shimmering green. "They are to be executed in the morning," The King ordered. James snapped his head in his Father's direction alarmed. "Your lack of control merely demonstrates why I am the King, and don't you forget it." James sighed as his father walked away, far more nervous than he would dare show. He turned round to stare at the four being dragged away to the cells as he had instructed. It looked like he had lost that one, but he would get his father back someday. It was just a shame they had to die over a meaningless squabble. The prince shrugged and picked up a now still Imogen. "Oh well." He sighed before walking off. "Why do you think they put us two together?" Morgana asked, staring emotionlessly at the cell wall. She and Merlin were locked in a dungeon cell after being sent here by the man who was supposed to save them. It certainly had been a disappointment meeting the supposedly brilliant sorcerer prince. She had built up an image in her head about how he would be, but he was nothing like she pictured. She expected someone fantastic. Someone who would charge in and save them all, give them hope that they could stop whatever threat was out there. Instead he had separated herself and Merlin from Arthur, Gwen and a practically dead Imogen. She had no idea whether the girl was still alive or not, or in fact the fate of Arthur and Gwen themselves. Instead she was left in a cell with the man who she really didn't want to be alone with right now. A man she hadn't been alone with since they had almost kissed. She closed her eyes in dismay as she waited for his answer. "I don't know." He answered honestly. "I could understand if they put you Arthur together because your nobles, or if they put me with Arthur because we're male. I don't know why-" And just like that he thought what connected them. They were both magic. "What?" Asked the lady Morgana, but she already knew what was going through Merlin's head. He had just worked out that the sorcerer prince must have known that they both had magic. She sighed a little. Men were idiots. "Nothing." He lied, again. She rolled her eyes before getting up and resting her head on the rough metallic bars that bound them within the damp cell. "We need to talk about what happened, Merlin." She stated softly, earning her a worried glance from him. "What do you mean?" "Stop doing that" She demanded whilst turning to face him. "Stop pretending you're an idiot when you're clearly not." He looked at her through his eyelids, obviously considering her words. "Ok. So where did you want to start?" She sighed once more and began walking round the cell. "Where do we start? The part where we almost killed each other or the part where we almost kissed, despite the first point?" "Morgana," He said as he got up from the floor. "I can't give you any answers. If I knew why any of that had to happen then I would be a lot happier. I think we should just put it down to a mistake and forget it happened." Morgana swallowed back the surge of emotions that threatened to break through her well practiced mask. She didn't know why she felt this way. Too be honest she was going to say the exact same thing, but for reasons she silently hoped she would never discover the answers to, when he said it - it only served to create a stabbing feeling in her gut. How the hell was she supposed to make sense of not being able to stand being around someone, but also not being able to stand being away from them? "I agree." She did? "But there's something you should know. Gwen saw us." Merlin's eyes widened. "Gwen?!" "Yes Gwen. I told her everything." "Define everything." "Everything," Morgana answered. "From the night a week ago to what was really going on between us." Merlin walked cautiously toward her. "Why would you do that?" "Because she saw us...and I was upset." She looked like she was addressing an enemy, Merlin noted. Her back was arched, her shoulders straight and her chin sticking out. Unfortunately he was feeling a little too angry to care at the present time. "You were upset?" He asked disbelievingly. "So was I, but it doesn't mean I go running to Arthur to tell him all my secrets." Morgana almost smiled. "No. You like to keep your secrets hidden, even when revealing them could help someone you're supposed to care for." Merlin looked at her now baffled. "What are you talking about?" "Nothing," She said quietly, turning her head away from his eyes. "No, no you've been asking a lot about my secrets recently. Why?" She could feel his eyes burning into the side of her head, and in her anger she felt like turning around and telling him just what she knew. That she knew he was a Warlock, and a powerful one at that. It might certainly help their current trapped situation. She was sure if he tried Merlin would be able to simply mutter something and send the bars flying off their hinges, but she also knew he would never trust her if he knew she had followed him down to the Dragon. It would be too much on top of everything else that had happened. |
Re: Merlin Fanfic Story by Jasonteague(m): 3:23am On Jun 29, 2016 |
"I'm sorry," She forced out through a slightly clenched jaw. "I guess I just don't know what to expect from you anymore." Merlin's accusatory eyes softened at this. She could almost see his guilt washing over him, the same guilt she felt whenever she looked at him. "Besides it's not like we're friends anymore." A long deep sigh escaped him. "Why aren't you friends anymore?" Sounded a small voice from behind them. Both Merlin and Morgana spun around to see a small girl looking through the bars at them with a curious expression on her little face. A few moments passed as the little girl simply waited patiently for her answer. "Are you as creeped out as I am?" Merlin asked Morgana, who simply rolled her eyes at him and moved towards the small girl. "Hello, who are you?" Morgana asked softly whilst crouching down to her level. The little girl smiled at her. "I'm Princess Anna." "Princess?" Merlin asked walking forwards. "Princess of this Kingdom?" "Yes" Anna answered cheerfully. "I am Princess Anna Regus of the Venemagus Kingdom." "Wow," Humoured Morgana with animated eyes. "Oh and so pretty too. How old are you?" The little girl let loose a gargantuan sized smile. "I'm six years old." "I'm Morgana, I'm King Uther's Ward." "Daddy doesn't like him. He says he's a nasty old man." Anna said with wide eyes, her bottom lip sticking out. Morgana smiled warmly at her. "You know what? I agree with your Daddy." Anna smiled another smile before looking up at Merlin. The smile fell of her face and was instead replaced by a look of curiosity. The little girl and the young warlock stared into each other's eyes for a few tense moments. "Morgana the creepy child is looking at me, what do I do?" Merlin finally asked frozen. "He looks funny." Anna commented strangely. Morgana turned back round to face Merlin with a smug smile gracing her face. "You're right. I think it's the ears." Merlin frowned at the black haired beauty, only causing the Uther's Ward to widen her smile. "What's wrong with my ears?" He asked hurt. Morgana pursed her lips as she turned back to the girl. "You're pretty. Why are you locked in the dungeons?" Anna asked with large curious eyes. Morgana couldn't help but smile at the little girl, inwardly smiling too due to the fact that she had called her pretty. Merlin however frowned. Why would Morgana's looks matter? "Well because we were trespassing on your land without asking. Our friend teleported us here without telling us where we were going, we didn't have a choice." "Hmm," the small child considered. "Are you two married?" Both Merlin and Morgana leapt away from her in mortification. Merlin had to look away from his locked up companion in order to hide his embarrassment. Why didn't she just ask if Morgana was pregnant too? It would certainly complete her invasive collection. "We're not married." Merlin answered with a clear flush on his cheeks. "I think you are." Little Anna looked sternly up at him. "But we're not." "Yes you are." "We're not." "Are." "Not." "Are." "Not." "Are." "Not." "Are." "Not." "Are and I lock it and throw away the key." "Rats." Merlin conceded with a shake of his head. Morgana looked at him in complete bewilderment. How on earth was he a powerful Warlock? As if sensing this he looked round at her. "What?" He asked at her expression. "She beat me ok? So I suppose we're married. Sorry..." Morgana shook her head at him. "You are a grown man Merlin." "I don't know, have you ever heard Arthur on one of his rants? He calls me every girls name under the sun." "What?" Morgana asked through squinted eyes, but Merlin simply soldiered on. "Because take it from me, he can be pretty convincing." "Merlin-" "For a few months most of the other servants thought I was a girl." Merlin said sadly whilst pursing his lips. Morgana could only look at him confused as the Prince's man servant seemed to begin remembering those times with a sort of fond sorrow "What's wrong with him?" Anna asked confused. Morgana could only nod. "So many things." All of a sudden the dungeon door blasted off its hinges and flew across the room. Anna jumped back out of shock, unknowingly stepping in the way of the oncoming door. Morgana gasped and covered her eyes with both her hands, knowing she couldn't watch...until Merlin stepped forward next to her. "Geláces." He whispered. Morgana watched in amazement as Merlin's eyes flashed gold right before her eyes. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as Morgana watched. Some invisible force seemed to send Anna soaring back just time to narrowly miss the flying door. Everything raced back to normal speed and Morgana couldn't help the sigh of relief, before turning to Merlin with wide eyes. The man gulped as he stared back at her, equally shocked. What had he done? He had acted on instinct, obviously not wanting to see the small girl crushed...but now he had done the one thing he never wanted to do. He had performed magic in front of the Lady Morgana. Everything else seemed blurry to him as Arthur appeared with Gwen by his side. "We have to get out of here." The Prince stated, but unfortunately neither was listening. "Hey!" Arthur yelled, finally gaining their attention. "We're getting out of here, now." Morgana shook her head to try and regain her thoughts. "But how-" She was interrupted by Imogen bursting into the room, looking slightly less than fine. "Imogen, you're...you're..." "I know, I'm awake – and yes I'll be fine," she said with a large gulp, clearly swallowing her pain. "And I told you to call me Imi." "How?" Merlin asked baffled. The last time he had seen her she had been beyond the point of no return. "The sorcerer Prince...must have healed me. I need to rest, but after we get out of here." "There's a girl over here." Called Gwen from behind everyone. They all turned to see Gwen helping a groggy Anna to her feet. "Why is there a child on the floor?" Arthur asked bizarrely. "She's the princess." Sighed Morgana. "Anna?" Imogen's tone was incredulous, as if she couldn't believe it. She watched as Gwen helped her along with her soft hands. Merlin stepped forward. "You know her?" "Know her?" Imogen couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her despite her pain. "She's my best friend." A small moment of silence broke out across the room as different thought passed through their minds. Merlin was still reeling from the fact that he had some explaining to do to Morgana as soon as they were alone, and he would have to trust the one person who it seemed impossible to trust right now. If he was going to be honest there was a slight relief pouring over him, but it was only slight. The rest of him shook with fear. He took a moment to look next to him to see her. She was looking at the floor, clearly he thought, thinking about what had just happened. He slammed his eyes shut and hung his head. He needed to find a way to make her think she was seeing things...but how would you make someone forget that? Morgana looked over at the man standing next to her, seeing him with his eyes firmly shut. He was panicking. She knew. But by quite the opposite she couldn't be more pleased. He had sacrificed a secret that could get him killed on pure instinct. In a second he had revealed something he had kept secret for the best part of his life. In a second he had forgotten everything, and trusted her again. She tried to hide her smile but it appeared anyway. He had trusted her again. "How did she end up over there on the floor?" Arthur's voice brought the pair out of their inner thoughts and back into the panic of the room. "What?" asked Merlin in spite of hearing him perfectly. Arthur's annoyance was highly visible. "I said...how did she end up over there on the floor?" "I-I don't know," stuttered Merlin. "Maybe she...fell?" "Across a room?" "It's happened before." Arthur's smile showed his disbelief. "When? When has that ever happened?" "You must have been out," Merlin answered with a firm purse of his lips. Morgana took a subtle step in front of him. "There's an enchantment on these bars. When she touched it she was sent flying back the poor child. Is she alright?" Merlin looked over at her in unquestionable shock. She was protecting him? Why? After everything they had been through why would she lie to Arthur on his behalf? He suppressed an unexpected surge to embrace her, an emotion that he hadn't felt since he had first sent her to the druids. He shook his head to clear those thoughts. He was dangling of a very dangerous cliff with thoughts like that. "Alright, Imogen blast the door open. We need to leave here immediately." Arthur ordered. Imogen finally turned away from little Anna and nodded. "Stand back," Imogen suggested. Morgana and Merlin did as they were told as Imogen raised a shaky pale hand. "Blaesus." The door was thrown of its strong metal bars in a cloud of smoke and dropped with a heavy metallic thud. "We need to move, now!" Arthur bellowed, ushering Morgana then Merlin out from the strict confines of the prison. They all began running toward the door, until the reason they had wanted to come here in the first place stepped round the corner. The group skidded to a halt and stared at the sorcerer Prince head on. A small smirk tugged its way onto his face as he shook his finger disapprovingly at them. "Tsk tsk tsk," he mockingly reprimanded as he stepped into the dungeon. "A little rude don't you think? To leave our humble home without even an attempt at a goodbye." He shook his head at them. "I'm actually a little hurt." "Get out of the way." Arthur threatened in a low menacing voice as he drew his sword. He wasn't, however, prepared for the other royal to snort at him. "What's that for? To trim my toe nails?" He looked around at the group. "Probably for the best now I think about it. To be honest they are beginning to get on the monstrous side of things." Imogen abruptly took a large step forward. "ádes trindan!" A large fire ball burst from her hands and shot out towards the prince. However he simply raised his right arm and swatted the blast away, it bouncing of his hand and flying into the wall to the side. All except Imogen stood astounded at how he could simply swat a huge ball of fire with an effortless wave of his hand. "See now I'm beginning to not want to invite you back." He said with a smile. However his smile faded as he stepped up to Imogen with large, slow strides. "Do not think you can compare to me," he threatened, all humour gone. "I have no equal." "I did not expect anything less," Imogen replied calmly. It became obvious that this seemed to shake him; her lack of fear at his remark was clearly something he was not used to. "I did not however expect you to be such an idiot." "Excuse me?" he couldn't believe his ears. Who did this girl think she was? "I saved your life, and I can quite easily take it away-" "You would never take another's life," stated a suddenly bold Imogen. "You couldn't." "Why don't we test that theory on one of your friends?" He asked with his smirk making a grand re- appearance. Imogen smiled. "You cannot fool me. I believe in you, I know you won't turn us over to your Father. You are your mother's son, not your father's lapdog. You are everything that is good about this kingdom," she said as she began very slowly walking towards him. "You're the heart, the soul and the true leader of the people. But you're also the fire and the rage, and the pain and the broken boy that was forced into a life that he does not belong. Forced into making choices that made you hate yourself from the moment you made them till this very second. Moulded into a man who at the very thought of himself causes him to suffer in silence, only because you are not allowed to show weakness. Hiding behind a mask of humour and danger so you can earn a man's respect, a man you despise with every part of your being," She finally stopped walking and placed a soft hand on his dazed face. "A man who, deep deep deep down inside, is good and selfless, and will one day be the greatest King this kingdom has ever seen." Silence filled the once thunderously loud dungeon as all could only stare in astonishment. James looked down slightly into the eyes of the woman who still had her warm hand on his cheek with no words to describe the emotions coursing through his entire being. He attempted to use his agape mouth to speak, yet merely found he had lost the ability to talk. Never, ever had anyone described his hatred for himself and his life. Never before had anyone realised how the choices and the teachings he had had during his frenzied childhood had caused him to change everything that he was. The silence was however broken when Merlin leaned over to Arthur. "Why can't you say something with that much depth about me? You know to show your appreciation." Arthur looked at him in amazement. "Because, Merlin, you have as much depth as a puddle." James though could not tear his eyes away from Imogen. "Who are you?" He whispered. "I'm the person asking you to save us," she spoke quietly. "Begging you actually, to for once not listen to your father and do the right thing." He tore his eyes away from hers and pulled away. He brought his hands up to his hips as he turned his back on the waiting group, craning his neck to stare conflictingly up at the ceiling. He released a deep breath of air before he brought his head back down to face the empty door frame. "If I helped you, if I help you stop whatever this threat is, then I would be committing treason. I cannot betray my Father." His voice was deep and almost disappointed. "I understand," Imogen said softly. "But what would your mother do?" James twisted his neck to stare unblinking at the sorceress. His eyes then travelling across the groups tired looking faces until finally landing on his little sisters innocent face. He eventually blinked and stared down at the floor in severe contemplation, his eyebrows knitted into a firm v shape. "Princess," he raised his eyes to Anna, who instantly recognised the nickname. "What do you want to do?" The group were stunned. Why on Earth would he ask a six year old girl a question which had the answer that determined the future of not only Camelot but it seemed the entire country? All eyes were now on the wide vacant eyes of the little girl who had her tongue in her cheek. Her eyes rather swiftly moved to Morgana, who in turn provided her with a brief smile. Anna smiled back at her before grabbing her hand. "I want to help them." She stated happily. Everyone turned back to the sorcerer Prince to see a slightly insane looking smile break open over his face. "Well what are you waiting for?" He asked mockingly. "Let's go be heroes." |
Re: Merlin Fanfic Story by Jasonteague(m): 3:45am On Jun 29, 2016 |
Chapter 7 - Escape Morgana sat in silence as she stared at the wall, the one the Sorcerer Prince was leaning on. His arms crossed along with his legs as he hung his head seemingly in deep concentration. To most people the silence in the room would have made for an uncomfortable atmosphere, and from what she had seen of this sorcerer Prince she wouldn't put it past him to be doing it on purpose. However Morgana was too lost in her own thoughts to contemplate such ideas. James had come up with a plan to get them out without his Father suspecting it was him. The plan was that Imogen had broken out of her cell before freeing her friends, then the King would send out James himself to go search for them. It seemed simple but it was all they could think of on short notice. Meanwhile Arthur and Merlin were digging through one of the particularly soft mud walls of the dungeon with Gwen and Imogen covering the mess. Morgana had been opted to stay behind in case any guards came by on their patrol, and then James could send them away before they noticed the cell only contained one occupant. However this was not the main brainwave of the many floating around in her head. Not long ago Merlin had performed magic to save the little Princess Anna from an untimely fate before her very eyes. Of course she had known he possessed magic previously but to actually see it in action was something else. He was no longer the clumsy servant boy she had known all along, he was no longer that loveable boy who possessed an almost child like innocence about him. The recent events had changed her perspective of him completely, his little show of Magic only nailing down the coffin. He was an equal. It was pompous she knew. It was snobbish and wrong but she had always seen him as Arthur's manservant and nothing more. It was true she had sort of thought of him as a friend, an ally and a loyal companion but now, now she realised Merlin was a force to be reckoned with. Someone you didn't want to get on the wrong side of...as she had. The other thing swirling around her head was the girl Imogen. The group as a whole had seemed to have now accepted her as one of them, even trusting her enough to take her suggestion and pair with this James Regus, the sorcerer Prince himself. She herself had even begun to strangely care for the girl which only seemed to further unsettle her. She had only known her for the best part of two days and yet she cared for her in a rather strange way. A way that she imagined one could only care for family. What also unsettled her was what she had said when she had first met her, about her becoming an evil sorceress. Could it actually be possible that she would abandon all her friends? Gwen? Arthur? Could she really turn against them? She looked up at the sorcerer Prince with conflicted eyes. "Could I ask you something?" James looked up at her a little surprised and pursed his lips. "Err...no." And he went back to hanging his head. Morgana stared at him open mouthed, a little appalled. He really was nothing like she had pictured. "Excuse me?" Her tone spoke for itself. She was annoyed. "You're not used to people saying no to you are you?" He replied if a little too amused by her reaction. Morgana shook her head. "Forget it." James rolled his eyes and blew out a deep frustrated breath of air. "Look My Lady." He began boredly, earning himself a warning glare from the black haired beauty. "I'm not doing all of this to be your friend. I'm not doing it because future girl has some rather dramatic ideas about my personality. I'm doing it because it's the right thing to do, and if what your friend says is true then both our kingdoms will be in serious danger." "Right." Morgana replied shortly. "I just thought you might have some insight." A few moments of silence passed as the two were once again left to their own thoughts. It became so silent in fact that it seemed to be quite deafening, Morgana's outburst disturbing the rooms once blissfully silent atmosphere. "Ever has it been known that love knows not its true depth until the hour of separation." James suddenly blurted out, staring blankly at the wall. Morgana looked up at him a little startled at the wisdom in his words. "I'm sorry?" "The boy Emrys. You have feelings for him...feelings you didn't realise you had until your relationship changed and you didn't speak for a week." Silence once again filled the room as Morgana stared shocked at him. His knowledge was not only invasive but disturbingly accurate, a combination that really didn't go down well together. "How...?" She began before being cut off by her confusion and fear. Two other emotions that didn't mix well. "Please." He replied as if insulted. He shifted himself off the wall and walked to stand in front of her. "You should remember that whenever you are in conflict with someone, there is one factor that can make the difference between destroying your relationship and deepening it. That factor is attitude. Anything positive is better than something negative." Morgana shook her head in amazement. She was strangely touched by his words, despite the fact that she knew he was only saying it because he wanted her to shut up. "And as for your reservations about the Imogen girl, you may not trust me but trust this. She is a friend who you can rely on." James added with an unusually friendly smile. Morgana looked down at the floor in contemplation. That was what the dragon had told Merlin way down beneath the castle. "But you don't know what she said when we first met. She said that I would become an evil sorceress, bent on destroying Camelot." "To be honest that's what I had heard too." He answered honestly, causing Morgana to snap her head up in his direction. "When I was younger I was made to read the ancient scriptures, and it was written that a powerful sorceress named Morgana Le Fay would send the great King Arthur's kingdom into an era of darkness. Emrys is also in there quite a lot. It's written that one day he will become the most powerful of us all, even more so than the seventh crowned prince of the Venemagus kingdom who is said to be unstoppable." Morgana was not only mortified but confused. "Who's the seventh crowned prince?" James smirked. "Give it to her Anna." Morgana turned to see little Anna supposedly hiding behind one of the many crates within the dungeon. The little girl jumped out and pointed at James. "James is!" "Yes I am! Come give me a hug!" The little girl smiled and ran at her brother, he wrapping his arms round her and picking her up before spinning round. Morgana couldn't help but smile in spite of her mood as Anna giggled joyfully at his antics. When he eventually stopped spinning he looked back at Morgana, still holding a now dizzy Anna. "What do I do?" She asked, not intending to sound quite as vulnerable as it did. James rolled his eyes before answering. "You learn from it, and remember that you choose your future. Do not let it choose you." Morgana gave a single nod in understanding before releasing a sort of sad smile. "Thank you. I suppose you're not so bad." "Oh don't mention it," he replied with a toothy grin; however Morgana watched as it suddenly dropped. "Ever." He added genuinely. She nodded in mock determination. "Understood." The two smiled at each other, both not realising Merlin was now standing at the door watching in. He frowned as the two continued to stare smiling at the other, and an odd sinking feeling soured the lining of his stomach. He took a deep gulp as he tried to quell the swelling sensation before he realised he had been trapped staring at the two for a much longer period than he had anticipated. He shifted uncomfortably as he tried to think how he could interrupt the two's moment. Moment he thought coarsely. They had only just met. He laughed to himself relieved, before realising he was in fact relieved. Why was he relieved? It's not like he thought of the Lady Morgana as anything but a friend...in fact recently not even that. He emptied his head of all thoughts and cleared his throat, gaining the two and little Anna's attention. "We're ready when you are," Merlin spoke unsteadily, his voice breaking a little in the middle. Morgana squinted her eyes at him, realising he once again couldn't make eye contact with her. She assumed it was because of what happened earlier. James smiled at the two, noting mentally how he could use this against them at a later date. "Right," He brought up as he opened Morgana's cell. "You two go, I'll catch up. Remember you'll be able to teleport once you're out of the dungeons. The locking charm only works down here." Merlin nodded and turned, hoping to burst into a light jog back to Arthur. However James's voice interrupted them. "Morgana," his commanding voice caused the two to freeze and making them feel compelled to turn back. "Be careful" He said softly to Morgana, finishing off his little drama with a little yet devastating wink. Morgana looked at him confused whereas Merlin's reaction differed completely. James watched as the young Warlocks jaw tensed and his eyes moved down to the floor. A smile did indeed split open across the handsome Prince's face. "We had best be leaving," mumbled Morgana still a little bemused. James nodded. "Of course. In fact I'll come with you to make sure you get out Ok." "Oh no," Merlin spoke up rather swiftly, taking a step forward. "Arthur's already dug the tunnel." "But all the same," James continued annoyingly stubborn. "I would rather come with you to make sure." Merlin turned to Morgana only to see the Kings ward looking like she agreed with the Prince. She looked back to Merlin, waiting for him to agree as well. He closed his eyes and took in a deep, calming lungful of fresh air before turning back to look at James. "Right." He said defeated. Both Merlin and Morgana turned and walked out, leaving a smiling James behind. Anna shifted in her brother's arms in order to look at him, her eyes wide with confusion. "Why are you smiling?" She asked. James looked at his sister. "Your brother is a very bad man Princess. Now come on," he said whilst putting her down. "You're getting too fat to carry." And with that the Prince walked off after Merlin and Morgana. The little girl looked shocked at her older brother as he waltzed away. "I am not fat!" She screamed with a sinister stamp of her foot. "Of course you're not," James answered as he turned back to her with a fatherly smile on his face. He gave her a wink and turned to walk once again. "You're just meaty." Anna gasped before her eyes filled with blood rage. With a ferocious scream that would make the great dragon himself wet his scales she charged at the crowned sorcerer Prince. James only had time to glance back at the small girl before sprinting off at a petrified pace, his sister hot on his heels. |
Re: Merlin Fanfic Story by Jasonteague(m): 4:00am On Jun 29, 2016 |
Merlin and Morgana walked in silence, their eyes gazing straight ahead so as not to make eye contact with the other. Merlin began to sweat with all the thoughts bouncing abrasively around in his mind. Not only did he have the original tension him and Morgana had for each other, not only did he have to worry about the fact that they had bizarrely almost kissed, but now he had to worry about what she was going to do with his secret. How could he have been so foolish? Morgana now knew what he could really do and given recent events, what would stop her going straight to Uther or Arthur and giving him up. He could hear Gaius reprimands already as the pair silently travelled down the halls together. They were not far from Arthur, Gwen and Imogen now Merlin told himself. This unbearable silence would have to come to an end eventually. They turned yet another corner and a sigh of relief echoed in Merlin's mind. Only one more corner and they would have to act like friends once again. However Morgana's soft hand on his shoulder not only interrupted his blissful thoughts but also his movements. "Merlin, we need to talk." Morgana's voice was strict yet soft at the same time. Merlin stared back at her with panicked eyes. "Morgana I don't think this is the right time -" "It's exactly the right time." She interrupted. She didn't blink as she spoke Merlin noted internally. Nothing short of a miracle would distract her now. Merlin closed his eyes tight and prayed to whatever divine power there was that there would be such a miracle, but even as he prayed nothing happened. He slowly opened his eyes to stare at her bright blue eyes and felt himself deflate. "What do you want to know?" He asked defeated once again. Morgana released a breath she hadn't realised she had been holding. "A lot of things, like why you neglected to tell me you were a sorcerer after discovering what I myself was going through? Why you let me feel like I was alone in Camelot? But more importantly why you trusted me again?" Merlin frowned in confusion at the last question. "When did I trust you again?" "You were prepared to display your magic in front of me to save Anna. In that short moment Merlin you forgot everything that had happened between us and trusted me. I believe your instincts wish to forgive, even if your head tells you otherwise." Morgana answered softly, her eyes barely containing her joy at the idea. She wanted nothing more than for Merlin to trust her again. "I have long since forgiven you for your actions a week ago, when you poisoned me. I understand why, and I can't describe how sorry I am for my actions. I placed my trust in the wrong person Merlin, but you have to believe me when I say that I never intended for anyone other than Uther to be harmed." Merlin took a deep breath as he averted his eyes away from hers. Lately he found he could think more clearly if he looked away from her. "Morgana -" "Look at me." She demanded sternly. His eyes snapped back up to hers. "What?" his quiet voice could only be heard if you strained your ears. "You don't even look at me anymore," She answered, her voice cracking ever so slightly in the middle. "You always used to look at me." "I can't look at you because I don't know who I'm looking at all the time." His voice was suddenly very bold and clear. "Morgana you must realise you have two very different sides to you. There's my friend and then there's this other woman, who I can't even begin to trust. How can I trust someone who I'll always be worried will stab me in the back if she doesn't like what she'll see?" Morgana could only stare at him devastated. "You must be so scared," She whispered brokenly. At his baffled stare she continued. "You must think I'll run straight to Arthur or even Uther to tell him you're a sorcerer." She watched as his eyes grew wide with fear and felt her heart break. She delicately placed two hands on either side of his face as she elegantly moved into his personal space. "I promise you, on my father's grave, I will never betray your secret." The two stared unblinkingly at each other as everything else faded from their senses. Merlin's throat went dry as he recognised the familiar yet unsettling atmosphere change between them. This was what happened when they had almost kissed before in her chambers. Lightning was striking twice. Her heartbeat raced. It pounded harder than it had ever before, almost to the extent where she began to feel out of control of her own actions. The first time this had happened she had lost her head. Her emotions had gotten the best of her, but this time she would not allow it. She realised now she had to be his friend before they could move on to anything else. But did she want to move on to anything else? These moments were just that. Moments. She couldn't honestly say she always - Before she knew it his lips crashed down onto hers with such strength that she went staggering back until her back hit the wall. She felt his surprisingly firm body lean against her own, and in that moment she felt her walls thunder down destroyed. She threw her arms around his neck in a burst of fiery passion and forced her own lips against his in blazing enthusiasm. Their bodies moved in unison against the others as Morgana's hand clasped and pulled at his thick unruly hair to yank him impossibly closer to her. She moaned into his lips in ecstasy as his hands brutally grabbed at her pulsating skin through the thin smooth fabric of her dress. Heat radiated off of them as the two released everything that they had been concealing, everything they had been hiding from themselves and the world. "Get out of the way!" Came a deep yell from next to them. The two sprung away from each other as if scalded mere seconds before James came storming through at high speeds, followed closely by Anna. The little girl stopped in front of an immobile Morgana before pointing a fierce finger at her brother. "I'm telling Daddy!" Anna yelled, her temper flaring. "Oooh I'm shaking," replied James sarcastically, sounding like a six year old himself "Could you two be any louder?" Came the urgent whisper of Arthur. The four turned to see a mud covered Arthur staring wide eyed at them. "Do you think I'm covered in filth for my health?" "I thought it was to cover the smell," James spoke up. Arthur closed his eyes before turning dangerously to look at him. "I. Do. Not. Smell." "I'm afraid you do," James replied fearlessly. "Kind of like a corpse, but a corpse wrapped in dung." Arthur shook his head. "You just love to make friends don't you?" James could only shrug his shoulders and raise his eyebrows. "The ale makes me say hateful things." Merlin and Morgana turned to each other with eyes the size of the royal plates. What had they just done? They knew it was a mistake the first time, but what did that make this time. Especially when it was so...good. Morgana gulped. She had to get away from him before she did something else she'd regret. It almost seemed like fate to her when Gwen walked round the corner. "Imogen says we're ready." She said to the group as a whole. Morgana turned to Merlin. "I'm going to -" "Yeah of course," he replied uncomfortably. The two held each others stare for a few moments. Morgana offered him a sad smile before taking her leave and following Gwen. He could watch her go with vacant looking eyes. What had he done? He a familiar hand land on his shoulder. "Merlin," said Arthur. "We've decided you should go through the whole first." "What?" He asked as he spun around to face his master. "Why?" "Well we thought about it a lot and..." He trailed off. Merlin looked at him unimpressed. "By we you mean you don't you?" "Yes." Arthur agreed. "And by thought a lot about it you mean thought it would amuse you." "Yes I did, and still do. So come on," Arthur continued, giving him a bit of a nudge. "Let's move." Merlin sighed and walked off. This had to be one of the worst days he'd had in a while. Arthur began following him before he felt James hand now fall on his shoulder. "Wait here. I need to talk to you." His tone was serious that even Arthur decided to not disobey. He watched as the sorcerer Prince went and began talking to Imogen before bringing her back. "Ok, Arthur am I right in thinking Imogen has told you who she really is." Arthur nodded frowning. "Yes, she told me she was Morgana and Merlin's daughter." "Good," said James relieved. He turned to Imogen. "You are a slowpoke." "What?" She asked surprised. "Do you realise what it means whenever you change things here? You are putting everything good about your world in danger, including your own existence." He reprimanded harshly. "I would never authorise such foul uses of magic." "You didn't" She answered shortly. "In my world, you are the sorcerer King, but you are nothing like your father. You are a great King," she stated as she turned to face Arthur as well. "You both are." Arthur looked a little stunned until James interrupted the moment. "Don't allow her to baffle you with her tales of your future Arthur." He said, keeping his eyes firmly on Imogen. "Tell me why I can't read your mind." Arthur snapped his head in James' direction. "Wait, you can't read her mind?" He turned back to Imogen. "How did you do that?" "I can't say," she whispered whilst averting her gaze. "Huh." Arthur breathed out amused as he watched Imogen's body language. James firmly closed his eyes in an attempt to keep the rising fury in him at bay. "What?" He asked through gritted teeth. Arthur shrugged. "It's just that Merlin and Morgana always avert their gaze whenever they feel uncomfortable." "So what?" James jaw tensed. "It's just interesting." Arthur replied lamely. James could only nod frustrated. "You're an idiot." James turned back to Imogen. "There is only one way to conceal your thoughts from me, and that's if I..." He trailed off as he slowly realised how she was able to block his thoughts. "Oh God." he whispered. Arthur watched as Imogen once again looked away from him, swearing he saw her cheeks glow red in embarrassment. He shook his head. "Why am I here?" He asked a still flabbergasted James. He watched as the sorcerer Prince done nothing but stare agape at an embarrassed Imogen. "Hello?" He tried again; finally gaining the other mans attention. "Right," he replied vacantly and obviously severely stunned. Arthur could only wish he knew why. "You're here because you know who she really is, so you can be trusted. Imogen so far you have only meddled with your parent's relationship, but what you didn't realise was that in doing so you have sped up their relationship by years. Which means you may become older or younger without realising or worse yet you may not even be born." "Oh my God," Imogen replied devastated. "What can we do?" Arthur queried, taking a step forward. "We can only do one thing." James answered as he looked between them. His eyes were stone hard. "We have to make sure Merlin knocks up Morgana." "What?!" Arthur and Imogen yelled in unison, gaining the others attention briefly by the hole. "Would you two keep it down?" James whispered urgently. "You cannot be serious?" Imogen asked incredulously. She looked desperately over at Arthur who had turned decisively pale. "I think I'm going to be sick." He murmured weakly. "I know there are nicer things in the world -" James began. "Nicer things?" Arthur interrupted. "I've fought beasts nicer than this" James looked at him unimpressed before continuing. "If we don't then Imogen may die and Malum will be released anyway. Imogen, how long until you're born from now." Imogen lifted her head to look at the roof of the dungeon in concentration. "Three years." "Ok then prepare to get three years older." "I'm going to become 21?" she asked him disbelievingly. At his nod she looked once more to a still pale Arthur. "I don't know," he spoke up as he held his stomach. "Can't I just wish them well?" "Uncle Arthur." Imogen whined as if she were Anna. "I know it's gross, but please...for me?" 'Uncle' Arthur looked down into her now timorous blue eyes that seemed to be magically gathering unshed tears. He really hated those eyes. Morgana had been using them on him since he was young and he had always been unable to refuse them. They had a power over the male species that magic couldn't even compare itself too. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Fine. I guess I owe you for saving my life back in Camelot." He muttered under his breath. Imogen joyfully jumped in the air and clapped her hands in excitement. "Thank you." She said as she placed a tender kiss on his cheek. She turned back to James. "I think we can do this." Gwen interrupted the moment once more. "We need to go." Arthur nodded. "Right, so we'll meet up with you in Camelot?" He questioned James. "Yes as soon as I can, try to take a bath before I get there." Arthur gave him a dirty look. "What? Don't kill the messenger. Gwen does Morgana have Anna?" Gwen nodded. "Yes." "Then we better go. We'll see you when there," Arthur grabbed Imogen by the arm and they both followed Gwen. Merlin, Morgana and Anna turned as Arthur, Gwen and Imogen crawled out from the hole and out into the fresh night air. As the three rose to their feet the sound of marching footsteps appeared. "Ok is everyone ready?" Imogen whispered. At everyone's nod the girl closed her eyes. Merlin once again stared in awe at the surroundings as everything faded into nothingness. The whole castle dissolved away and soon the slowly becoming familiar wind picked up just as strong as the last time. Merlin suddenly felt his stomach tie in knots before the lining of said stomach decided it wanted to make a grand entrance, the young Warlock fell to his knees...landing on light grey solid granite. He lifted up his bloodshot eyes to see they were once again in Camelot, the main square. Looking around a bit more he saw Arthur helping Morgana and Gwen to their feet, the girls seemingly as dizzy as himself. "Have you never teleported before?" Came a small voice to his left. He looked up to his right to see Anna standing unaffected over him with one eyebrow raised. "No." He heard her begin tutting at him. "Tut tut tut, you look awful." "Thanks." He replied sarcastically. "I'd feel a lot better if you left me alone," he added frankly as he struggled vigorously to get back up to his feet. Just as he had managed it Imogen came running to his aid. "Da -" she covered her own mouth to stop the natural flow of her own words before she gave herself away. Thankfully no-one had looked up. "Merlin," she tried again, this time gaining her unsuspecting Father's attention. "Are you Ok?" she asked upon finally reaching him. "Yeah I'm fine." He answered during a stretch, his back clicking in the process. "Are you sure? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I should have taken more care I know but I just wanted to get out of there before the guards saw us and -" "Imi, calm down," he said with a laugh. "I'm not your father." Imogen released a sad smile as her eyes began to mysteriously well up. Merlin became panicked as he pondered what he had said. Oh God, she was probably missing her Father...and he had just brought him up. "Imi I'm sorry you must be -" he was interrupted as the girl threw her arms around his neck and proceeded to hug him fiercely. Bewildered, the only thing he felt he could do was pat her on the back awkwardly, "Erm, Ok? Why?" Imogen smiled into his shoulder. "You called me Imi," she answered, seemingly struck by the joy of it. Merlin slyly looked at the others, all of which apart from Arthur were looking on confused. He gave them a brief awkward smile from the corner of his mouth. "Right, that's...normal." he resigned, deciding to just roll with it rather than question it any further. "Wait a minute," Morgana finally said after a moment's silence. "The sun is up." The others looked up at the sky to indeed see big round yellow ball shining happily down on them. Of course this was not something that would usually strike the group as odd despite their severe lack of tans, but the fact that mere seconds ago the full moon was illuminating their way it was beginning to make the group question their sanity. "This is what happened the first time we teleported," Gwen spoke, causing everyone to turn their attention to the hand maiden. "It was day before, and after we arrived in the Venemagus Kingdom it was night." Imogen released her father and turned to look at the rest of the gang. "That's what happens when you teleport, you cover so much ground at such high speeds that you land a lot later than mere moments as it feels. Sometimes you can even arrive the next day, I don't know why." "Hey where's Arthur?" Morgana asked suddenly, making the group look around for him. They finally spotted him about 200 paces away, kneeling in front of a large pile of ash lying dead centre of the square. "I thought it was peaceful," sighed Merlin as the group walked to stand behind him. "Arthur? What are you doing?" Morgana asked as they watched Arthur release some of the strange ash. "This ash, I can't decide why it would be here." He got up, placing his hands on his hips as he examined it further. With a shake of his head he turned back to face them. "It makes no..." Arthur trailed off as something caught his eye in the sky. Confused Gwen waved a hand in front of his increasingly surprised face. "Arthur?" she asked, waving her hand around rather frantically in failing attempts to get his attention. "Arthur what's wrong?" she tried again. Slowly but surely the crowned Prince of Camelot raised a hand and pointed to the sky behind them. The group turned in unison...and their faces fell astounded. There in the sky was a man...flying toward them. The faction could only stare as the man's jet black robe fluttered wildly behind him as he came to an eventual stop in mid air. Slowly and gracefully he hovered down in front of them until his feet fell lightly on the granite floor. James Regus, the sorcerer Prince stared past them at the ash on the ground. His vibrant green eyes gazed out from the underneath the shadow the hood had created over his handsome face as he moved cautiously towards the ash pile. Morgana stared horrified as he walked past her, and immediately she turned and grabbed his hand with a forceful grip. She led him off to the side a little and leant over to whisper in his ear. "It's him." She whispered immediately, confusing poor Merlin for the thousandth time that day. "What?" he asked deflated. "The man!" she whispered urgently. "The man in my dream! The green eyed man, in the black robe, with the black hood flying into the volcano. It's him!" Merlin's eyes widened as he remembered her telling him. He whipped his head around to star at the now kneeling James. "Are you sure?" Morgana rolled her eyes. "Merlin, how many people can fly?" "Good point." "Yes it is," Morgana rested her head in her hands as she tried her hardest to contain her fear. "It's all coming true Merlin. Everything I saw in my dream is coming true." Merlin grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her dead in the eyes. "Morgana, we'll talk about this later |
Re: Merlin Fanfic Story by Jasonteague(m): 4:10am On Jun 29, 2016 |
Ok? For now we need to see what the plan is." Morgana nodded just as an unexpected but no less blaring fire rose from the once dormant ashes. The group all took a step back in unison. James pulled back his hood off of his head as he raised a leather gloved hand to the fire. "Sceawunge mec se sceaflum," He growled. Instantly the fire turned a deep shade of purple, causing James to adopt a look of fear on his face. "What is it?" Arthur enquired. What could make the sorcerer Prince look at it with fear? "A spell," James replied slowly. "A spell conjured by deep, powerful sorcery...and it seems I've just activated it." "What kind of spell?" Imogen now asked. He looked at her with his eyes wide. "Truth," he whispered to her. "As of this moment no one in Camelot will be able to tell a lie." |
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