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"What will you do?" Merlin asked. He was sitting on the ground across from Arthur, a fire in between them.
"I don't know," Arthur replied. Merlin could hardly blame him. Even he wasn't sure of the answer. "My heart says do anything I can to save Mordred, but I've seen what misery unfettered sorcery brings. Before my father outlawed magic, Camelot was almost destroyed by sorcery. In my own time Morgana has used it for nothing but evil. What would you do in my place?"
"Me?" Merlin asked. He'd hoped Arthur wouldn't want his opinion on such a matter. His own mind was so conflicted, he hardly felt able to give an answer. "I'm just a lackey, maker of beds."
"Lackeys can be wise," Arthur replied, but Merlin didn't speak.
On the one hand he had to protect Arthur from the prophecy and Mordred no matter what, but on the other wasn't it part of their destiny to bring magic back to the land?
"It's not like you to be silent," Arthur commented.
"The Kingdom's future is at stake," Merlin said softly. In some ways he was used to having everything at stake, having the fate of everyone around him on his shoulders, but even so this felt different. It was bigger somehow. If he made the wrong choice here it could mean the end of everything he'd worked towards.
"And a man's life," Arthur added, meaning Mordred, but Merlin couldn't bring himself to care much about Mordred. If only the man would die then he could stop constantly worrying about Arthur, because despite how many times he'd saved Arthur's life up until now this time was different. This time it felt almost inevitable. More than anything else Merlin wanted Arthur to live. The idea of watching his best friend die was too painful to think about.
"You must protect Camelot," Merlin answered, generically trying to avoid giving a real answer. "You must protect the world you've spent your life building. A just and fair kingdom for all."
"You'd have me sacrifice a friend," Arthur replied.
And it was then that Merlin realized how selfish his answer was. Here he was suggesting Arthur sacrifice someone when he himself was unable to do so. For what felt like forever saving Arthur and following his destiny had been one and the same so he hadn't really noticed before, but now Merlin realized that he cared more about keeping his friend alive then he did about his destiny: uniting the lands of Albion and returning magic to the relim.
No matter what the prophecy said, the future wasn't set in stone. Would he even be considering advising Arthur to condemn a Knight of the round table and continue to ban magic if he wasn't so scared of Mordred's part to play in Arthur's death? No, he didn't think he would. If it was Gwaine's life or any of the others Merlin would be trying to sway Arthur the exact opposite way he'd just intended to.
No matter how scared he was and no matter what lay ahead, Merlin had to do what he felt was right now rather than based on some unknown time in the future. The Disir themselves had said if he wanted to save everything he held dear he had to embrace the Old Religion. Maybe this was the key to avoiding the prophecy? Or was Merlin just being unreasonably hopeful? Either way it didn't matter. The path was clear.
"If I do save Mordred, all my father's work will be for nothing," Arthur continued. "Sorcery will reign once more in Camelot. Is that what you'd want?"
Despite his new realization Merlin still didn't speak. Even if he knew how he had to answer for the sake of the future of his land, the idea that his next words might mean sacrificing his friend's life held him back.
"Perhaps my father was wrong," Arthur said. "Perhaps the old ways aren't as evil as we thought. So what should we do? Accept magic or let Mordred die?"
"Could you really accept magic?" Merlin asked. He wanted to believe it was possible. Despite always believing it to be the future, a part of him couldn't even imagine a world in which magic was accepted. Before he advised Arthur to move forward and change the shape of the land, he had to know what the King was really thinking. "Do you have any idea what that would mean?"
"No not really," Arthur acknowledged. "Most of the magic I've seen has been used for evil."
"That is true," Merlin continued. "But with magic outlawed it isn't like you've ever really had a chance to see good magic. Any good magic user would probably either leave Camelot or at least have the good sense to hide their skills. Which means so long as the use of magic is punished by death it will only be the evil magic that is visible."
"You think there are good magic uses hidden somewhere in Camelot?" Arthur laughed. "Impossible."
"It is possible," Merlin replied, almost defensively. "Unless you see the sorcerer using their magic there is no way to know they have it."
"I suppose that makes some kind of sense," Arthur said. "Still you'd have to be crazy to have magic and live in Camelot."
"Crazy or not, what if there are people like that?" Merlin continued. "What if there were those among your people who had magic but were still loyal to you. Don't they deserve a fair and just kingdom, the same as those born without magic?"
"I can't imagine why anyone with magic would pledge loyalty to Camelot," Arthur said, clearly shocked at the thought. "That is unless they had no sense of self-preservation at all."
Merlin had to hold back a laugh. He had a point, but still it was funny to think about the way Arthur said it. Maybe he was right and Merlin was crazy with no sense of self-preservation. It would explain a few things.
"I think you have more magic on your side than you realize," Merlin stated. "Is all I'm saying."
"Or in other words you think I should do as they ask and save Mordred," Arthur asked directly. "No matter the consequences."
"Yes but more precisely, I think there would be nearly as many negative consequences as you think," Merlin replied. Arthur raised an incredulous eyebrow at him so Merlin explained.
"Think about it Arthur," Merlin encouraged him. "What has been the motivation for every magical attack on Camelot?"
"My father always said sorcerers didn't need a reason," Arthur said.
"Everyone has a reason for what they do," Merlin replied. "If someone you loved was executed for something they had no control over, how would that make you feel?"
"Angry," Arthur answered after a moment. Merlin gestured as if to say 'there you have it'.
After that Arthur leaned back, his eyes looking down as he was clearly deep in thought.
There, Merlin thought. It was up to Arthur now. He'd given his own perspective as best he could without revealing his magic and it was up to Arthur to decide the rest.
They sat in silence for quite a while until suddenly Arthur stood up. Knowing he must have come to a decision, Merlin got up with him and together they walked back to the cave. Like before, Arthur left his sword at the entrance before going inside.
In front of them now stood three cloaked figures; only their mouths were visible until their hoods.
"You have returned," one of the Disir said. "Is your decision made?"
"It is," Arthur replied. Then after a deep breath he added, "I am willing to do as you ask if you are willing to grant me one condition."
Merlin could hear the displeasure of the Disir at his words from the way they sucked in breath.
"It is not for you to make the rules," the Disir on the left said.
"You have no power here," the Disir on the right added.
"What I ask is not for me but for my people," Arthur pleaded. "All I ask is that if the return of magic brings great suffering to my people you will allow me to limit it's spread once more."
"Magic is neither good nor evil," the Disir said as one.
"We do not accept your condition," the Disir on the left said.
"For too long magic has been punished for its mere existence," the Disir continued. Merlin could no longer tell who was talking. The three of them switch so often, finishing each other's sentences.
"No more!" the three of them said as one. "You, Arthur Pendragon, must choose. All or nothing."
Arthur turned to look at Merlin, who tried to give him an encouraging look.
"All right then," Arthur said. "I will do as you ask."
"Your knight will live," the Disir continued. "But do not think you can cheat us. We will know if you go back on your word."
"Until next time, Arthur Pendragon," the Disir said as one and then were still and silent.
Slowly, Arthur turned away and headed out of the cave. Merlin followed him.
The King was silent while they gathered up the horses and started back to Camelot. They had been riding for well over an hour before he spoke.
"Have I made a horrible mistake?" Arthur asked, clearly distressed.
"No," Merlin said, smiling at his friend. "No, you haven't."
"I don't know why I listen to you, Merlin," Arthur grumbled. "I mean, what could you possibly know about all this? Good magic in Camelot! Ha!"
"Oh you'd be surprised," Merlin smiled. He couldn't keep the grin off his face. Somehow he knew he'd made the right choice. Even if Mordred lived, this was the better path. He just knew it, or maybe he hoped, but even so the Disir seemed to believe bringing back the old ways would save Camelot and Merlin wanted that to be true, but most of all he wanted Arthur to be spared.
Merlin couldn't believe his selfishness had almost made him advise Arthur that magic had no place in Camelot. Hadn't he been working towards just the opposite goal this whole time? When had his friend's life become more important to him than anything else?
"Yeah right," Arthur scoffed. "There is nothing you could do that would surprise me, Merlin." Merlin couldn't hold in his laughter at this remark. "It's not funny!"
"Oh but it is," Merlin sniggered.
"Stop it!" Arthur ordered. Merlin had a sense something was about to be thrown at him and had the good sense to duck. Sure enough the King's almost empty water skin was now on the ground near Merlin's horse.
"Now look at what you made me do!" Arthur growled. "Go get it and fill it up while you're at it."
"Some things never change," Merlin sighed to himself as he got off his horse to fetch the water skin.
Rather than actually finding a water source, Merlin just got out of sight in the woods to magically fill the water skin before heading back to the horses.
"That was fast," Arthur said as Merlin walked up.
"Told you I'm full of surprises," Merlin smiled.
"Or we just happened to stop by a creek," the King replied with a raised eyebrow.
"What happened to lackeys can be wise?" Merlin remarked.
"I said no such thing," Arthur stated as he got back on his horse.
"Typical," Merlin grumbled.
They rode in silence for the rest of the journey home. Camelot was just in their sights when Arthur next spoke.
"I don't know how I'm going to tell them," Arthur said nervously as he stared up at the citadel.
"Just tell them," Merlin replied. "They will support you."
"You don't know that," Arthur said. "I have just changed the entire structure of the land for the sake of one life."
"And that is why they will support you," Merlin said confidently. "They know how much you value them. You treat them like equals and the knights love you for it."
But Arthur still looked unsure so Merlin continued.
"As far as I know none of your knights have been wronged by magic, save for Morgana," Merlin reminded his King. "They will have no reason to defy you. And don't forget the overly strict rules on magic is what got Gwen's father falsely accused and killed. She will not be against it either."
"I wish I felt as sure as you sound," Arthur groaned.
"There is only one way to find out," Merlin said, gesturing to Camelot.
Arthur took a deep breath then started moving forward again. The first thing they saw when they walked into the courtyard was Mordred, looking alive and well. Merlin knew this was what he'd come home to, but still he couldn't help but worry as he watched Arthur hug the man destined to kill him.
"He just woke up," one of the knights was saying. "We couldn't explain it."
"I can," Arthur said solemnly. "I made a deal to save his life."
"And what did you offer in return?" the knight asked.
"To explain that, I will hold a meeting of the Round Table," Arthur said. He then gave instructions for all the knights to be summoned and for them to meet at the table in an hour.
"I really hope you are right about this, Merlin," Arthur said pointedly.
"Everything will be fine," Merlin told him. "I promise."
Arthur gave him a dubious look as if to say such things were not in Merlin's power to promise. It made Merlin smile.
They headed to the great hall where the round table was. There they waited, Arthur at his seat and Merlin off to the side like he always was. Slowly the knights filled in. The Queen as well. She came to sit at Arthur's side. Sir Gwaine was the last to arrive, looking like he'd been roused from bed with a pretty bad hangover.
"You are probably wondering why I gathered you all here," Arthur began. "A great change is coming and it is of my own making. It is my hope that this will be good for the land, but I fear it will cause strife."
"Whatever it is, you know we are with you, sire," Sir Leon said confidently.
"I know you all believe that but I just want you to know that the deal has already been struck and it can't be changed," Arthur continued. "So even if not a single one of you agrees with me there is nothing I can do to change it. What I can promise is that no one will think less of you for speaking out against it."
"Oh just tell us already," Gwaine grumbled. "I can't handle this lead up."
"I have made a promise to allow magic back into Camelot," Arthur finally said. "As of this moment magic is no longer outlawed in Camelot."
"But what about Morgana?" Elyan asked.
"She is still an enemy of Camelot," Arthur explained. "But no longer because of her magic, rather how she chooses to use it."
"You're serious about this, aren't you?" Mordred said, with awe in his voice.
"I have no choice," Arthur replied. "The deal is struck."
"Your father would not have liked this," Sir Leon added.
"If it had been up to my father the few of you he'd have allowed to be knighted would be kneeling at my feet instead of sitting across from me as an equal," Arthur stated. "I am not my father and I have wondered for a while now if magic might be a bit more complicated than my father's simple solution."
"I for one think you did the right thing," Mordred said. Then he began a chant: "Long Live the King."
As the words were echoed by everyone else in the room, Merlin couldn't hold back his smile. He wondered how long it would be before the magic users of this land would make the services known to the King.
Notes:
What did you think of my take on how this episode should have gone? I still can't believe Merlin told Arthur 'Magic can have no place in Camelot'! Like really was he drunk? Anyway of all Merlin's mistakes that lead to the horrible ending no one likes I always felt this was the worst one so after re-watching the show I found myself wishing to read a better ending. My search for such a story fell short however and somehow that lead to me writing it myself. I hope you liked it!
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Sneak Peek Chapter 2What was probably a few hours later, Arthur was interrupted from his work by the arrival of his servant.
"What Merlin?" Arthur asked. "I'm trying to work here."
"Well see there's something I've been wanting to tell you," Merlin began.
"Well spit it out. I haven't got all day," Arthur grumbled. Rather than looking up at his friend, Arthur's gaze remained fixed on the documents he was trying to decipher.
"It's kinda a big thing," Merlin said. Arthur gestured for him to get on with it. "A big important thing that is worth you looking up at me for."
"I'm the King, Merlin," Arthur said. "You can't tell me what to do."
"Hasn't stopped me before," Merlin grinned.
"Merlin!" Arthur stood up, annoyed. Really sometimes he didn't know why he put up with such behaviour. Any other king would have their servant whipped for saying such things.
"There see, at least that got you looking at me," Merlin said with a smile.
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It had been about a week since Arthur had legalized magic and so far the world hadn't ended, nor had it changed much. No good magic users had shown up to pledge loyalty to him, but that hardly surprised him. Arthur supposed it might take a while for such news to spread throughout the kingdom, but more likely Merlin's strange optimism was just wishful thinking. Still Arthur was at least glad he hadn't been made to regret his decision… yet.
"I'll see you later then," Gwen said as she kissed him goodbye.
"Be careful," Arthur said, looking up from his work to gaze at her.
"I'm only going to my father's grave," Gwen replied.
"Elyan is going as well?" Arthur inquired.
"Yes and Leon, and Gwaine and Percival," Gwen replied.
"Maybe take a few more just to be sure. It's only been a week since I made the announcement," Arthur continued. "Who knows how the people will take it. It's never been more dangerous out there."
"You worry too much," Gwen laughed.
"And you do not worry enough," Arthur sighed, but Gwen just smiled. With a wave of her hand the love of his life walked out of the room.
Leaving Arthur to do this tedious paperwork. With a sigh, he got back to it. No one ever told him before he became king how much bloody paperwork there'd be.
What was probably a few hours later, Arthur was interrupted from his work by the arrival of his servant.
"What Merlin?" Arthur asked. "I'm trying to work here."
"Well see there's something I've been wanting to tell you," Merlin began.
"Well spit it out. I haven't got all day," Arthur grumbled. Rather than looking up at his friend, Arthur's gaze remained fixed on the documents he was trying to decipher.
"It's kinda a big thing," Merlin said. Arthur gestured for him to get on with it. "A big important thing that is worth you looking up at me for."
"I'm the King, Merlin," Arthur said. "You can't tell me what to do."
"Hasn't stopped me before," Merlin grinned.
"Merlin!" Arthur stood up, annoyed. Really sometimes he didn't know why he put up with such behaviour. Any other king would have their servant whipped for saying such things.
"There see, at least that got you looking at me," Merlin said with a smile. "Anyway what I'm trying to say is magic has been legal for a while now and I wanted to prove to you what I meant about good magic users who are loyal to you."
"If you had proof why didn't you show me when we were at the Disir cave!?" Arthur grumbled. "Really, Merlin, sometimes I do wonder about you."
"That's what I'm trying to explain," Merlin snapped.
Just then the door of Arthur's chambers burst open. The look on the man's face put every thought of Merlin's odd behaviour from the King's mind.
"What's happened?" he asked.
"The Queen's party has been attacked," the man said. "Percival and Leon are in a bad way."
At once dropping what he was doing, Arthur ran towards the door and down the hall. The first thing he noticed when he entered the room was who wasn't in it.
"Where is Guinevere?" he asked. The silence that followed made his stomach twist into knots.
"I told her to get away," Sir Elyan said. "She fled."
Before the words were even out of Sir Elyan's mouth, Arthur had made up his mind. The moment the sun rose they were going after her. Nothing else mattered. The fear and anxiety Arthur now felt made him crave solitude while he waited for the sun to rise.
He found himself back in his room, looking at her things without even realizing it. Merlin came in, without knocking, to tell him Leon and Percival would live. Arthur knew he should be glad of this but couldn't bring himself to feel any joy.
"There is something else," Merlin said.
"Yes you were trying to tell me something earlier," Arthur said, in an empty voice.
"More than just that," Merlin replied. "Leon and Percival were not attacked by normal snakes."
"Magic," Arthur sighed.
"Not just magic but Morgana's magic," Merlin continued.
"With it legal now how can we know it's hers?" Arthur countered. "It could be anyone's."
"It's Morgana," Merlin replied with great confidence.
"You can't know that," Arthur groaned. Why did Merlin insist on always acting like he was more knowledgeable, more powerful than he actually was. It was a wonder this attitude hadn't gotten him killed yet.
"I know because I can sense it," Merlin replied. "I can sense the evil coursing through their veins. That type of evil I have only ever felt once before and that was from Morgana's hate."
Arthur turned around to really look at his friend. "Is this like how you could tell that Disir's cave was a sacred space?"
"Kinda," Merlin replied, gingerly.
"I don't have the energy for your funny feelings right now," Arthur replied. He felt so empty. All he could do was think about his wife. Was she scared? Would they find her? Arthur knew what it was to lose her and the fear of it happening again consumed him.
"I'll see you at dawn then," Merlin said, before backing away.
"I lost Guinevere once before," Arthur said to his best friend's retreating back.
"You aren't going to lose her," Merlin replied, turning around to face him. Arthur couldn't believe him. All he could feel was despair.
"You're not," Merlin assured him again, walking closer. "We will find her. I swear." And then Merlin held out his hand to Arthur and Arthur took it. Somehow, though it made no sense, Merlin's words made Arthur feel just a little bit better.
"We'll bring her home," Merlin said, smiling.
"Why is it that when you say that I can almost believe you?" Arthur asked.
"I just have one of those faces," Merlin laughed. "Try and get some rest, sire. I'll see you at first light." And with that Merlin left the room.
Arthur tried in vain to get some sleep. He might have dozed off for an hour or so but he couldn't be sure. It was a relief when the first light came on the horizon. If nothing else this meant he could do something to find her. Doing nothing all night had been almost unbearable.
They followed Morgana's tracks all day, until inevitably the sun set. His knights said it was too dark to follow the tracks but Arthur didn't care. They would keep heading east or retrace the tracks. There had to be something they could do! He couldn't bear the idea of spending another night doing nothing.
It was Merlin who convinced Arthur it was pointless to continue in the dark. Though he knew that to be correct Arthur didn't want to hear it. Still he let the knights set up camp for the night without further protest.
When Leon and Percival woke in the middle of the night with the same dream about the dark tower, Arthur knew somehow it had to do with their quest. He asked Merlin about it and he said it was because of the poison.
"That poison should have killed them but it didn't," Merlin explained. "Almost like she wanted them alive to send a message. Which means the dark tower is most certainly a trap."
"It also means that's where she has Gwen," Arthur countered.
"And the fact that it's a trap?" Merlin inquired.
"Doesn't matter," Arthur replied. "It's Gwen. We have to try."
"In that case Arthur I do wonder if she'd stand a better chance if you knew of all the skills at your disposal," Merlin began. "I had planned to tell you the other day, but as we were interrupted."
Arthur couldn't begin to imagine what Merlin was on about, but he didn't say anything. Merlin seemed to believe whatever it was would help them save Gwen and that's all that mattered to him.
"I feel like I can finally tell you," Merlin began. "Now that you won't be faced with the choice of chopping my head off or breaking your own laws."
Arthur's brow furrowed. Even in the dark, he could sense how serious Merlin was.
"I have magic," Merlin said calmly, though there was a nervous edge to his voice Arthur had never heard there before. "And I use it for you, Arthur, even if you were unaware of it."
"Don't be ridiculous, Merlin," Arthur scoffed. "You aren't a sorcerer. I would know."
"Actually, I prefer the term warlock," Merlin replied.
"This is stupid," Arthur grumbled. "I'm going to try and get some sleep."
Just as he turned away from Merlin he heard a soft whispering sound and then he found his eyes fixed on the campfire. Soft sparks from the fire were rising up into the air and forming into the shape of a great dragon. It flapped its wings a few times then disappeared.
Stunned beyond belief, Arthur turned to stare at the man he thought he knew better than anyone. His first reaction was more instinct than thought. So many years of his father's words drilled into his head. Arthur took a step back from Merlin.
"I'm sorry I hid it from you for so long," Merlin continued. "Until now there just really wasn't any other way it could have been. I promised to help you get Gwen back and I intend to keep that promise."
"Making lights dance in the fire is one thing," Arthur countered. "But Morgana is on a whole other level."
"This won't be the first time I've faced Morgana," Merlin explained. "Trust me. I have more up my sleeve than fancy fire tricks."
Arthur almost couldn't believe his ears. It was one thing for Merlin to have magic, but quite another for him to be able to rival Morgana's magic — which he'd seen in action. Arthur just couldn't understand why someone so powerful would act so helpless.
"If you really are that strong, why pretend to be a servant?" Arthur asked. He was still standing a ways back, his mind stunned but trying to process what he was hearing.
"I have polished way too much armour to call myself a pretend servant," Merlin replied defensively.
"Okay, why be a servant then?"
"It's my destiny to serve you," Merlin replied. "As it has been since the day we met."
"I tried to take your head off with a mace," Arthur replied. He could remember it well.
"And I stopped you," Merlin added. "With magic."
"You cheated," Arthur said.
"Yeah well you were going to kill me," Merlin reminded him.
"Yeah I was," Arthur said softly. He could hardly remember the person he'd been back then. Without ever realizing it he'd changed so much and more to Merlin's credit than he'd ever admit out loud.
"Some men are born to plow fields, some live to be great physicians, others to be great kings. I was born to serve you, Arthur. And I'm proud of that. I wouldn't change a thing," Merlin said and Arthur could hear the pride in his voice.
"Lancelot knew," Merlin continued. "He figured it out when I used magic to enchant his spear that killed the griffin."
"Anyone else?" Arthur asked.
"Gaius," Merlin said. "My mother. That's it really. Well, except for the Druids and the leader of the Catha. Oh, and Kilgharrah."
"Sounds like there's a lot I need to catch up on," Arthur said slowly. "But right now all I can think about is Gwen."
It was true. Despite this rather overwhelming realization, Arthur couldn't really focus on the details right now, not with his Queen in such mortal danger.
"I know," Merlin said. "I'm sorry for telling you now. It was just that I thought going to such a magical place you are sure to need my help and if I can give it without hiding I believe it will be all the more effective."
Arthur nodded in acknowledgement and moved back to his sleeping spot by the fire. Despite the strange instinct deep inside that told him to fear Merlin's magic, Arthur knew he was in no danger. After all, Merlin had been at his side for almost ten years now. More than once he'd saved Arthur's life. With or without magic Merlin was an ally — or so he kept telling the angry voice inside.
Of course, this so perfectly explained Merlin's answer back when they'd faced the Disir. He'd known there were loyal and good magic users in Camelot because he was one of them!
Notes:
Thanks for all the reviews!
What do you think of my second chapter? The events of the show after episode 05 are still going to happen but with the huge change of Arthur knowing about Merlin's magic and magic being legalized. I plan for this change to fix all the things wrong with the end of Merlin!
Also by now you have probably noticed the horrible title. I am blanking badly on it. Anyone got any ideas?
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Sneak Peek Chapter 03"She's a damsel in distress," Gwaine said by way of joining up. "I was born for this moment."
Then Arthur looked at Merlin. He didn't say anything, but there was something in his eyes. It was like he was asking permission to tell the others.
"If you aren't going to lob my head off then I feel certain they won't," Merlin smiled at his friend.
The knights looked confused until Arthur gestured to the fire and Merlin repeated the fire trick he'd shown the King last night.
When the glowing embers of the dragon faded once again, every eye was on Merlin.
"Someone's been lying to us a long time," Percival said.
"As I learned last night," Arthur added. At that every knight turned to look at the king as if for instructions.
"Merlin is with us," Arthur said. "He has made me a promise to help save the Queen and I believe he will honour it." With that Arthur indicated it was time to leave and every Knight gathered their swords and mounted their horse.
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Doing magic purposely in front of Arthur felt so strange. Despite all the evidence to the contrary, Merlin could still hardly believe that his secret was out. After so many years of hiding, it was unreal to be able to be himself so openly.
Merlin had wanted to tell Arthur the moment he'd announced the change in the law, but Gaius had cautioned him to give it some time. He'd said the King needed time to adapt. Despite this warning Merlin's patience had run out inside a week and now here they were.
It could have gone better, but it could have gone a lot worse too. Merlin knew Arthur could think of nothing but Gwen, still he was glad he hadn't waited any longer. For Gwen's sake he believed he'd done the right thing.
When morning came, Arthur announced his intention to go to the dark tower alone. Merlin was in no way surprised when all of the knights pledged to accompany him. Arthur still didn't understand the loyalty he could inspire in others.
"She's a damsel in distress," Gwaine said by way of joining up. "I was born for this moment."
Then Arthur looked at Merlin. He didn't say anything, but there was something in his eyes. It was like he was asking permission to tell the others.
"If you aren't going to lob my head off then I feel certain they won't," Merlin smiled at his friend.
The knights looked confused until Arthur gestured to the fire and Merlin repeated the fire trick he'd shown the King last night.
When the glowing embers of the dragon faded once again, every eye was on Merlin.
"Someone's been lying to us a long time," Percival said.
"As I learned last night," Arthur added. At that every knight turned to look at the king as if for instructions.
"Merlin is with us," Arthur said. "He has made me a promise to help save the Queen and I believe he will honour it." With that Arthur indicated it was time to leave and every knight gathered their swords and mounted their horse.
They rode in silence, travelling as fast as their horses would allow until the dark tower came into sight. Arthur explained the only way to reach the tower was through the impenetrable forest.
"Well that sounds impossible," Merlin commented. "Is there no other way?"
"None," Arthur stated, before leading them onward.
Before long they had left the horses and were making their way slowly on foot through the thick vines and undergrowth of the forest. The only event of note was when Gwaine got his cape caught leaving behind a scrap of fabric.
All the while Merlin was trying to think of a way to get them through faster with magic. But all his attempts to magically destroy the vines to make a path amounted to nothing.
"Can't you burn them?" Arthur asked.
"I've tried," Merlin said. "The vines resist all my attempts to destroy them."
"Ending any doubt that this is in fact a magical forest," Arthur sighed.
Percival's sword gave out then, breaking in half. Merlin offered his sword as a replacement and they kept going.
When Gwaine inquired as to how Arthur knew which way was north, his explanation of the ivy leaves pale and dark sides facing different ways, felt wrong to Merlin.
"I think we're going the wrong way," Merlin said. He then focused forward and used his magic to look ahead through the forest to see where they were actually headed. He could sense more than see Arthur's eyes on him. Now that the King was looking for such signs, Merlin couldn't help but wonder if Arthur had noticed his eyes glow.
"We are going in a circle," Merlin said as he pulled back out of the magic. "Up ahead is the place where Gwaine tore his cape."
Frustrated, Arthur thrust his sword point first into the ground. "We are wasting too much time!" he exclaimed.
"You stay here," Merlin said. "I'm going to figure out what went wrong." And to his great surprise, Arthur obeyed. With a nod Merlin was dismissed and quickly moved away from the group.
Using his forward looking magic, Merlin tried the path in every direction possible from where he stood. None seemed to lead out of the forest. He didn't understand it.
It was then that he caught sight of something disturbing the plants along the ground. He followed it and soon found himself face to face with a small human looking creature who knew his name.
"Welcome to my realm, Emrys," the creature said.
He asked her who she was and she introduced herself as Queen Mab, the spirit of this place. She presented him with a riddle to solve the bewildering puzzle of this forest.
"Left is right and right is left," Mab said. "The way behind is the way ahead."
Then she warned him of far greater challenges ahead, but she did so in only riddles. When he asked her to stop, Mab switched to talking in rhyme.
"There is still much to fret, for all that's saved shall become a threat."
"What do you mean?" Merlin asked but Mab just laughed and disappeared.
At least he now knew how to escape the forest. Merlin quickly returned to the others. He had to use magic to navigate even that must in his impossible forest.
"We have to go back the way we came," Merlin explained once he arrived back at the others.
"That will take us to the wrong side of the forest," Arthur argured. "We are trying to get to the tower, not back to Camelot."
"Trust me," Merlin replied.
"We really don't have any other options," Gwaine reminded Arthur.
"If you could magically navigate this whole time, why did you wait until now?" Arthur snapped.
"I couldn't figure it out before," Merlin said. "The spirit of this place revealed herself to me and from her riddles I was able to understand the way this forest works. Left is right, right is left and forward is backward."
"There is no need to make stuff up Merlin," Arthur groaned. "You've already got us following you."
Merlin didn't reply, but he had to wonder what it would take for Arthur to start taking him seriously. He supposed his lack of ability to burn or break a path through his wood had maybe lessened Arthur's opinion of Merlin's power, but still he had hoped for slightly more faith in him from the King after everything they'd been through. Then again, maybe this was all just him worrying about Guinevere.
Using magic to see the path ahead, Merlin guided them through the forest. When they came upon Percival's broken sword the knights were impressed though Merlin didn't see such an expression on Arthur's face until they reached the other side of the forest.
Now they stood looking at the tower with nothing but flat ground between them and their goal. At once they all began moving, making much better time now than they had through the vines. Within an hour the blistering heat became a problem. Merlin was glad to be in soft fabric instead of clad in armour like the knights. He had to bet they were cooking in those things. Still none of them complained, even as their feet blistered.
Once they entered the tower the air was cooler. Cobwebs covered every inch of the walls, and dangled from the ceiling. Some had to be cut so they could keep moving forward.
Just like outside at the base of the tower, inside there were skeletons of knights long dead. Even so, Merlin was growing weary. They started up a spiral flight of stairs and Merlin's feeling of unease grew. This was too easy. He said as much to Arthur but the King's only reply was to mock him.
"No I'm serious Arthur," Merlin tried again. "Something is wrong." He paused, then added, "I should go first."
"You don't even have a sword," Arthur reminded him.
"I don't need a sword," Merlin grumbled as he charged ahead, out stripping even Elyan who had been trying to move ahead of the King.
At the top of the stairs, Merlin found himself in a large room made mostly of stone. There were gargoyles around the walls and the floor was made of flagstones that were all perfect squares.
Once again Merlin thought it all seemed too easy. A big empty room? It wasn't until he stepped on a flagstone and heard the sound of an arrow that he realized what this place was. Using magic instinctually Merlin directed the arrow away from himself to hit the wall.
He then heard the knights catching up with him and turned to hold out his hand in warning.
"Stop!" Merlin called out to them with great energy. "The flagstones trigger arrows."
But it was too late. An arrow was already on it's way to Percival. Merlin's eyes glowed and the arrow swerved safely away.
"I said don't move," Merlin ordered and this time the knights obeyed.
While Merlin was still racking his brains to figure out what to do next, Elyan had an idea. He dropped his sword and belt on the flagstone in front of him, waited for the arrows to fly, then moved forward to the already triggered stone.
"There must be a faster way," Arthur observed. Then he turned to Merlin. "Can you trigger all the stones at once?"
"Unless you have a dozen boulders handy," Merlin replied.
"I mean with magic, Merlin, obviously," Arthur snapped.
"Oh right," Merlin said. He was still getting used to this whole Arthur knows thing. After so many years of instincts built up not to do magic in front of them, going against them really didn't feel right. "I'll try."
Raising both his hands, Merlin focused on the stones imagining them being pressed down he recited the enchantment he knew that might best do the job. In theory it was a rather easy task. After all, Merlin had been moving objects with his mind since before he could walk.
Suddenly the air was thick with arrows. Every stone had triggered at once and the arrows were so numerous that had anything been in their path it would have been torn to shreds.
And then it was silent. Arthur made to move forward, but Merlin held up a hand to stop him. He would go first. As Merlin moved forward he was on alert for arrows he'd missed, ready to magic them away at a seconds notice, but nothing happened.
All the knights seemed to realize at once that the path was clear, though none moved as quickly as Elyan and Arthur. By the time Merlin caught up with them he was witnessing both men fighting an enchanted sword. Gwen stood behind the sword as if it were defending her. At once Merlin tried to unenchant the sword, but no sooner had he spoken the words and felt the magic act with his will than the sword noticed him. Abandoning it's fight with Arthur and Elyan, the sword came all at once charging at Merlin.
The idea to duck came just a split second too late and Merlin saw his life flash before his eyes just as another sword came up to stop the first.
"Don't need a sword, huh," Arthur scoffed. It was the King's sword that had just saved Merlin's life.
"There's an exception to every rule," Merlin mumbled.
"You won't be able to overcome it with swords," Gwen said. "Morgana enchanted it to protect me. It will fight to the death."
She was quite right of course. Merlin had to come up with a plan and quickly. Elyan had already taken a wound. Who knew how long the two of them could keep this up. Gwen was calling out for them to save themselves and leave her here, but to no one's surprise her husband and brother ignored her words.
The sword seemed to always charge him when he used magic on it, but apart from that it acted like a normal - albeit floating - sword in combat. Looking around, Merlin noticed a window that gave him an idea.
"I have a plan," Merlin called out to the others.
He went over to it and then once more used magic to try and stop the sword, knowing it would only cause the weapon to switch targets. This time however he was ready for it. Moving just in the knick of time Merlin used magic to open the window, as he himself dodged left. Once the sword was outside he magically shut the window again.
"You've had worse plans," Arthur told him. Merlin decided to take that as a compliment.
A second later they all jumped when the sword flung itself at the now magically locked window and got stuck in the wooden boards.
"Is everyone alright?" Arthur asked, the room at large even as he moved towards his wife.
"Elyan's been hit," Gwen said, moving not towards her husband but towards her brother.
"I'll be fine," Elyan said, but he was looking a bit pale.
"Here let me see," Merlin said, moving towards him. Elyan had been stuck in the side. It wasn't that bad but he was losing a lot of blood.
"Hold still," Merlin said. He placed his hands over the knight's wound and spoke ancient words of the Old Religion. It was the healing spell he'd learned to save Uther though it had failed then he was sure it wouldn't now.
"There," Merlin said, standing up. "You'll be fine."
"Thank you, Merlin," Eylan said with great awe as he felt with his hand where the wound had been only moments ago.
"Was that magic?" Gwen said suddenly, glancing from Merlin to the rest of them, clearly confused.
"We'll tell you all about it on the way back to Camelot," Arthur said smiling.
The ecstatic look of relief on the King's face, made Merlin feel glad as well. He'd kept his promise. He could not know how things would have gone differently had his magic still been a secret during this mission, but at least it had ended well.
His smile faltered when Merlin remembered the little spirit's words: all that's saved shall become a threat. But this was Gwen they were talking about. There was no way she'd ever betray Camelot. The chances were that Queen Mab's words were not all that they seemed. Someone could be a threat in many ways other than open treason.
In the days to come, Merlin would have to be wary.
Notes:
This might be the least changed chapter so far but there are still subtle difference. I hope you enjoyed the more magically version of this episode. No title ideas huh? Sigh. This story really needs a better name than 'Merlin Rewrite (S5E5) Working Title'.
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Sneak Peek Chapter 04"Maybe it's best you talk to Merlin," Gaius said wisely.
"Just feels so strange now," Arthur mumbled.
"I can understand that. But I assure you, he is the same Merlin he's always been," Gaius smiled at him.
With a slight nod of thanks, Arthur left the room. He knew Gaius was right. It was Merlin he should be talking to, no matter how strange it felt.
The King's next question was where his manservant had run off to. His first thought was the tavern but just as the thought occurred to him Arthur realized 'the tavern' could very well have been a cover for Merlin when he was off doing whatever sorcerers did. The idea made him feel like he knew his friend even less.
In the end Arthur decided to find out if any of his knights had seen Merlin and headed down to the training area. To his great surprise he found Merlin there. Gwaine was inside the training ring, combatting a floating sword and shield while Merlin stood on the sidelines, watching and presumably controlling the floating items.
Arthur stared at it for a solid minute before getting up the nerve to walk over and announce his presence.
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To have Guinevere back was a joy beyond description. Arthur planned to take her on a romantic picnic just as soon as she had recovered from her ordeal. In the meantime there was one other matter to attend to: Merlin.
Arthur couldn't deny his magic had been more than helpful at saving Gwen and as magic was no longer outlawed he felt no pressure to have his friend executed. Still it didn't sit right with him. Merlin had lied to him for the better part of ten years and now that the queen was safe it was time to deal with that.
Arthur went to speak to Gaius thinking it a good place to start or maybe he was just putting off talking to Merlin.
"What can I do for you, sire?" Gaius asked as the King walked into his chambers. "Is Gwen alright?"
"Yes she's fine," Arthur replied. "I've come to speak to you on another matter." Gaius didn't reply as if he were waiting for Arthur to explain so he continued. "I have come to talk to you about Merlin. On our trip to rescue the Queen, Merlin informed me that he has magic and that you know about it."
"Impatient boy," Gaius sighed. "I told him to wait."
"Yeah well since when does Merlin do what he's told?" Arthur replied.
"Since never," Gaius laughed.
"Merlin has always been at my side," Arthur said. "Always even when he really didn't need to be. Without him I'm not sure if we'd have been able to save Guinevere, but he'd been lying to me for so long. I was hoping you could offer me some guidance."
"It was quite a few years ago now," Gaius began. "But do you remember what I told you after I was rescued from Morgana's torturer?"
Arthur did remember, but still he remained silent, wanting to learn what it was Gaius had to say.
"I told you that within this great kingdom there are more than you know who believe in the world you are trying to build and that one day you'd learn just how much they'd done for you," Gauis reminded him.
"And you were talking about Merlin?!" Arthur balked. The same Merlin who spent his time in the tavern, stumbled into traps and was once outwitted by a rat.
"Yes, I was talking about Merlin," Gaius explained. "But I am also talking about all those who allied themselves with Merlin. And by association, you."
Despite witnessing Merlin's magic quite a few times now Arthur couldn't help thinking about every time Merlin had done something idiotic or clumsy or foolish. Like the time he'd got them caught in that trap over rabbits. Had all that been a lie as well? He couldn't quite reconcile the two versions of his friend he knew into one.
"Merlin isn't just a sorcerer," Gaius explained. "He is said to be the greatest sorcerer to ever walk the earth. The Druids call him Emrys. The legendary Catha have pledged their loyalty to him. Even the Great Dragon is within his power to command. The only person I've ever met who doubts Merlin's power is Merlin himself."
"It's just a lot to wrap my head around," Arthur said, putting a hand to his forehead.
"The only thing that matters," Gaius continued. "Is that you understand that Merlin is and always has been your loyal friend. He would rather die than leave your side."
"Why?" Arthur exclaimed. "What have I ever done to —" But he stopped. He'd almost said what had he ever done to deserve such devotion, but that wasn't something a king should say.
"Maybe it's best you talk to Merlin," Gaius said wisely.
"Just feels so strange now," Arthur mumbled.
"I can understand that. But I assure you, he is the same Merlin he's always been," Gaius smiled at him.
With a slight nod of thanks, Arthur left the room. He knew Gaius was right. It was Merlin he should be talking to, no matter how strange it felt.
The King's next question was where his manservant had run off to. His first thought was the tavern but just as the thought occurred to him Arthur realized 'the tavern' could very well have been a cover for Merlin when he was off doing whatever sorcerers did. The idea made him feel like he knew his friend even less.
In the end Arthur decided to find out if any of his knights had seen Merlin and headed down to the training area. To his great surprise he found Merlin there. Gwaine was inside the training ring, combatting a floating sword and shield while Merlin stood on the sidelines, watching and presumably controlling the floating items.
Arthur stared at it for a solid minute before getting up the nerve to walk over and announce his presence.
"Arthur," Merlin said, clearly startled. The sword and shield Gwaine had been sparring against fell to the ground in a heap.
"I didn't see you there," Merlin said, nervously. Again Arthur noticed how rarely he'd actually seen Merlin be nervous. The last time his servant had been this jumpy had been when they'd been up against the dorocha. Even then when Merlin had been obviously scared he'd still saved Arthur's life by allowing a dorocha to pass through him. And it suddenly dawned on him how Merlin had managed to survive.
"What's going on?" Arthur asked, not sure if he was mad or interested.
"Merlin said he'd rather float the shield than be whacked standing behind it," Gwaine shrugged.
"Right," Arthur said. He had to admit it made sense. With Merlin controlling the shield and sword, this new set up was probably a better training tool than Merlin standing awkwardly with the shield like he usually did.
"Is something wrong, sire?" Merlin asked.
"No," Arthur said. "It's just strange." He could remember only too well the sword Morgana had enchanted to imprison Gwen and yet right in front of his eyes was an enchanted sword for an entirely peaceful purpose. It was the same magic, but so differently used as to almost be unrecognizable from each other.
"I know what you mean," Merlin said. "It still feel a bit like breaking rules whenever I use magic in plain view, but when we started sparring Gwaine asked so I —"
"It's alright," Arthur interrupted, trying to force a smile though he was sure it looked uncomfortable. "I was actually here looking for you Merlin."
"What do you need?" Merlin asked.
Arthur was going to say he wanted to talk, but after what he'd just witnessed and the odd way he couldn't help but act, he worried it would give the wrong impression.
"My armour needs polishing," Arthur said automatically though with much less of his usual authority.
"Duty calls," Merlin said to Gwaine as he got up.
"Until next time," Gwaine called after him.
Together they walked back into the castle and up a flight of stairs. Merlin talked a bit about Gwaine and their training session, expressing his gratitude that his friend was still treating him the same even after learning the truth. Arthur could almost feel the underlying meaning of his words pointed at him, but still didn't speak. When they reached the floor with the armoury Merlin made to turn, but Arthur held him back.
"I know I've been avoiding you since we got Gwen home safe," he began.
"You wanted time alone with your wife," Merlin replied easily. "It's perfectly understandable."
"That's not just it," Arthur continued. "Why didn't you tell me before now?" Arthur could hear the hurt in his voice and he didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"I wanted to. But you would have cut my head off."
"I'm not sure what I would have done," Arthur replied honestly. The idea of watching Merlin die was unthinkable, despite everything Arthur couldn't bring himself to dislike the man. They'd been through too much together. Even if he never said it out loud, Arthur had long ago come to think of Merlin as his best friend.
"And as I said at the start, I didn't want to put you in that position," Merlin smiled at him. "So I kept my head down and helped as best I could."
Arthur didn't say anything. He couldn't remember Merlin saying this before. Maybe he hadn't been listening, but he found himself quite stunned to learn that this was Merlin's motivation. To worry about such a thing as Arthur's dilemma when every minute of his life he lived under the constant risk of being discovered. It was too selfless an action to be ignored. Arthur had knighted men for less.
"I am happy to tell you anything you want to know," Merlin continued. "But it all boils down to the same thing: I've been secretly using magic to help you. From something as simple as diverting an arrow, or creating a rock fall, to going up against Morgana. The details hardly matter now."
"Am I just an idiot then?" Arthur asked, in a small voice finally voicing the words that had been haunting him for days. "For believing that every rock fall and fire was just good luck? For missing something so obvious right in front of me? Because clearly you are not the idiot you've always seemed to be."
"I like to think of it as part of my charm," Merlin smiled. "And you aren't an idiot, Arthur. All your life Uther taught you that magic was evil. I sometimes liked to think that the reason you couldn't see magic in me was because you couldn't see evil in me."
"Well that's a very kind way of putting my obliviousness," Arthur sighed.
Merlin didn't reply and Arthur supposed he was waiting for a question, but the King didn't need to ask any. Having this one piece of information had solved the many mysteries in his memory. Every time they'd evaded those tailing them because Merlin went back to distract the pursuers. Every time a natural disaster or stroke of luck saved his life. Every time Morgana had been halted in her tracks for no apartment reason. Every time he'd believed he'd killed the creature he'd been fighting just before passing out. He felt sure now that it had been Merlin who'd saved him.
"All these years Merlin," Arthur spoke after a moment's silence. "And you never once sought any credit."
"That isn't why I do it," Merlin replied easily.
"I can hardly understand why you did this," Arthur said, at a loss as to how to understand this new version of his friend.
"I do this because of who you are," Merlin said confidently. "There will never be another like you Arthur."
"I don't know about that," Arthur replied, skeptically.
"Alright then, how about I do this because you are my friend and I value your health and happiness," Merlin smiled at him.
"We weren't friends the first time you saved me," Arthur observed. "You must have done magic in front of Uther to pull that off, unless you are going to tell me that chandelier just fell by accident."
"You caught me," Merlin grinned. "I also used magic to slow time so I could move you out of the way before the dagger struck you."
"You can slow time?" Arthur said slowly.
"For a little while in an isolated area," Merlin replied with a shrug.
"And all within arms reach of my father," Arthur said with a shake of his head. "You are either the biggest daredevil I've ever known or you have a death wish."
"Or I'm just very good at not getting caught," Merlin smiled cheekily.
"Why'd you save me that time though?" Arthur asked.
Merlin just shrugged. "I saw someone about to get hurt and I reacted. I would have saved anyone about to die in front of me if it was within my power to do so. Even a prat like you."
Arthur couldn't help but laugh, but it was short lived. He let out a deep breath. Arthur didn't deserve this man's loyalty. Even before learning of Merlin's magic, Arthur had always been impressed with Merlin's dedication to him and Camelot, his loyalty. Even understanding the power Merlin had at his command, Arthur couldn't deny the man's bravery. Arthur felt sure now that without Merlin he'd never have made it to where he was today. Arthur wouldn't be surprised if he owed far more than simply his life to this warlock, but also his kingdom and his happiness.
"I just have one more thing to say," Arthur began. He took a deep breath and said in as confident a voice as he could muster. "As long as I am King, you will always have a place here in Camelot."
The smile that spread across Merlin's face was like nothing Arthur had ever witnessed in his friend before.
"You shall have a seat at the Round Table as the official Court Warlock," Arthur stated. "Your job will be to advise me on all matters related to magic, as well as help me defend this kingdom in the event of a magic attack."
"So basically what I do already," Merlin chuckled.
"Yes, but out in the open where you can do the most good," Arthur replied. "Because you were right. Knowing I had your powers to call upon made the difference between finding Gwen and losing her. You very likely saved Eylan's life as well. It's in Camelot's best interest for you to be free to help where you can without fear."
"Thank you, Arthur," Merlin said with so much genuine emotion his eyes pooled with tears. "You don't know how much this means to me. After so many years of hiding, to be able to be totally free with the people most important in my life is worth more to me than I have words to express."
"I want you to always be you," Arthur told him, moving forward to put a hand on his friend's shoulder. Arthur took a deep breath and added, "I'm sorry about how I treated you."
"Oh, don't worry about that," Merlin grinned. "I got you back. You just never knew it was me." He chuckled lightly and began ducking as if he was expecting Arthur to charge at him.
"I assumed as much," Arthur said, his eyes narrowed. "Thinking back there were quite a few times I fell face first in the mud after picking on you."
"Oh, and I made you burp in front of a princess once too," Merlin added, really moving back now, his stance playfully cautious.
"Alright, that's it!" Arthur grumbled and he charged forward. He knew there was every likelihood he'd end up on the ground with his face covered in soup, but he couldn't let such a remark stand. To his surprise Merlin let Arthur get him in a head lock and rub his knuckles over the warlock's skull until they were both laughing.
"Oh and don't forget there is laundry in my room that needs doing and that armour isn't going to polish itself," Arthur added, grinning at his friend.
"I thought I was the Court Warlock," Merlin whined.
"I seem to recall someone saying something about being happy to be my servant till the day he died?" Arthur shot back.
"Yeah well at the time I thought I was actually going to die in a couple hours," Merlin groaned.
"Why?" Arthur asked incredulously.
"The questing beast's venom," Merlin began his explanation and their usual horseplay stopped as Arthur listened. "Gaius didn't have the power to save you. You were cured by water from the Cup of Life which Nimeuh would only give in exchange for another life. I tried to bargain with mine, but she meant to take my mother's instead. Gaius wanted to stop me exchanging my life for my mother's, so he went to try and exchange his first, but I followed him and defeated Nimueh. Her death restored the balance, so Gaius woke up."
Arthur just stared at him. He remembered the questing beast. He remembered almost dying and he remembered waking up believing it was Gaius who had cured him, but there hadn't been any other indication - at least to him - that anything else had been going on. The thought gave Arthur pause.
"I really have no idea what you've been through all these years, do I?" Arthur asked, though it was more a rhetorical question than anything. He knew the answer.
"That was a long time ago," Merlin said, trying to shrug the whole thing off. "I better go get started on that armour."
"You don't have to be my servant anymore," Arthur said seriously. "I-" But Merlin interrupted him.
"I'm happy to, sire," Merlin said with a smile. "Besides, if I can use magic openly, your chores are gonna be a cinch."
"Have you been magically washing my laundry all this time?" Arthur accrued.
"Your laundry," Merlin began as if making a list. "Your armour, pretty much anything I could get away with. It saved a lot of time, let me tell you."
And just like that Arthur was laughing. A deep bellowing laugh. His Queen was safe. His best friend was still his best friend despite the recent revelation and his kingdom was safe. Was there really anything else Arthur could ask for? Arthur could not remember the last time he'd been so happy.
Notes:
What do you think of Arthur's reaction? Did I keep them in character? Hopefully it still has the same Merlin/Arthur friends vibes from the show. ^_^ Also the next chapter is a complete first draft but hasn't been edited at all yet so might be a bit longer than it's been so far before an update. We shall see.
And no one has any ideas on a story title huh yet?
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Sneak Peek Chapter 05Merlin took a quick trip to the armoury when they returned to set up some spells to clean Arthur's armour during the course of the day. Then it was back to his chambers to see if Gaius needed anything.
"You've never been so helpful, Merlin," Gaius said.
"I've never had so much free time before," Merlin grinned. "It's rather strange. What does one do with free time, Gaius?"
"Get a hobby?" he suggested. "Why all the free time anyway?"
"I can use magic to accomplish most of my chores now," Merlin said. "Since Arthur got back from his anniversary date with Gwen he's been locked in his chambers." Merlin thought about it a little more than added, "I honestly don't think there is anything left for me to do."
"Did you muck out the stables?" Gaius asked.
"This morning," Merlin replied. "With magic. Only took a few minutes." He couldn't help it. He was almost giddy.
"Well if you plan on using magic for everything from now on maybe it would be best if you used this extra time to study up on the subject."
"Good idea," Merlin replied as he turned and headed to his room where the magic book was. He'd read bits and pieces of it over the years but never before had time to read it cover to cover.
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As usual Arthur would have forgotten his anniversary if not for Merlin's reminder. Even so they had quite a lovely picnic to celebrate the occasion. Merlin's favourite part had to be floating all the bags in the air instead of carrying them on his back like a pack horse.
"It must have been really annoying for you all these years," Arthur was saying as they rode along with Merlin magically floating the luggage. "To always be carrying everything when you knew a simple spell would have saved you from a sore back?"
"And got me executed," Merlin reminded him. "Actually after so many years hiding, not using magic became a bit of a habit. This-" he gestured to the picnic supplies floating in mid air, "-feels very strange."
Arthur chuckled, before encouraging his horse to move faster. Gwen matched the King's speed and with a roll of his eyes Merlin kept pace with them, their supplies following magicly behind him as they rode.
Merlin hadn't mentioned his worries about Gwen to the King yet. He knew just a forest spirit's riddle wouldn't be enough for Arthur to distrust his Queen. With everything out in the open, there had been nothing Merlin could do to prevent Gwen's learning of his magic which made him wary.
When they reached the spot with the best view, Arthur told Merlin to set up. With a wave of his hand and a few whispered words Merlin laid all the supplies to rest on the ground and they began to organize themselves into a picnic.
"If I'd known you were this useful all along," Arthur said, slightly awed and with a gentle shake of his head.
"You'd have what?" Merlin asked. "Given me more work to do?"
"Yeah probably," Arthur chuckled.
"Oh stop it," Gwen said with a smile. "Merlin, would you like to join us? I made sure the kitchen sent enough food for three."
"Don't mind if I do," Merlin said grinning. With all the food mixed together there was no way Gwen could know who would eat what which meant it probably wasn't poison, or maybe that was just him being paranoid.
"Oh come on," Arthur whined. "This is our anniversary. We don't need a third wheel."
"Then why did you invite Merlin?" Gwen inquired.
"Well someone had to carry everything," Arthur answered.
"Half pack mule, half bodyguard," Merlin sighed. "Story of my life." Collecting some food he turned to move away. "I'll just eat over here shall I, so I don't throw your two wheeled axle off balance."
Merlin couldn't help but smile even if he was trying to sound sad about it. He'd have never imagined life could be so normal with his magic out in the open. Arthur still teased him and Merlin still got him back. He wasn't even sure why this made him so happy or maybe he was. Though it looked like bullying, this kind of teasing had always been how Arthur had shown Merlin they were friends. Merlin would have missed it if Arthur had started treating him like just a dignified Court member. How boring that would be! Merlin also thought that a powerful servant made a much less conspicuous bodyguard than someone dressed like a fancy member of court. Merlin didn't know how to be fancy and he wasn't interested in learning. It was enough just to get to be himself.
When they were all done eating they returned to Camelot, Merlin once again floating their supplies along rather than carrying them. His shoulders had never felt better.
Merlin took a quick trip to the armoury when they returned to set up some spells to clean Arthur's armour during the course of the day. Then it was back to his chambers to see if Gaius needed anything.
"You've never been so helpful, Merlin," Gaius said.
"I've never had so much free time before," Merlin grinned. "It's rather strange. What does one do with free time, Gaius?"
"Get a hobby?" he suggested. "Why all the free time anyway?"
"I can use magic to accomplish most of my chores now," Merlin said. "Since Arthur got back from his anniversary date with Gwen he's been locked in his chambers." Merlin thought about it a little more than added, "I honestly don't think there is anything left for me to do."
"Did you muck out the stables?" Gaius asked.
"This morning," Merlin replied. "With magic. Only took a few minutes." He couldn't help it. He was almost giddy.
"Well if you plan on using magic for everything from now on maybe it would be best if you used this extra time to study up on the subject."
"Good idea," Merlin replied as he turned and headed to his room where the magic book was. He'd read bits and pieces of it over the years but he'd never before had time to read it cover to cover.
Merlin knew he shouldn't be this carefree. He still had to worry about Gwen and how she could become a threat to Camelot. Then there was also Mordred and the prophecy to consider. It really was only the prophecy that Merlin worried about. If he looked at Mordred's actions alone he himself had never once done anything to make it seem like he might betray Arthur. Merlin had to hope that magic's return would make Mordred's betrayal less likely but as the prophecy had given no indication why Mordred would want to kill Arthur Merlin had no way of knowing.
All he could really do was wait. Wait and see what happened next. He'd have much preferred to be acting rather than reacting but at the moment it didn't seem like he had much of a choice. The ball was in his enemy's court.
Practicing up on some magic did seem like the best way to prepare when there was nothing he could actually do. Even so sitting still and reading for hours felt so strange. Merlin had this nagging feeling the whole time like there was something he'd forgotten to do. But no he really had gotten everything done. Even so he could only read for so long. After a while, Merlin set down his book and went off in search of something to do.
He ended up at the knight's training ground. Ever since that first day when Gwaine had asked how he'd rather help them train, Merlin had found he quite enjoyed floating swords and shields around for the knights to practice with. It sure as hell beat holding the shield and getting knocked to the ground a thousand times.
When he arrived only Elyan was there, practicing with his sword but without a target to train with.
"Want some help?" Merlin asked as he walked up.
"Oh hey Merlin," Elyan replied, turning. "Sure. If you have the time."
"Feels like time is all I have these days," Merlin answered.
"Really?" Elyan asked. "I'd have thought with all your new magical jobs you'd be busier than ever."
"I'd already been doing all that stuff secretly for years on top of all Arthur's chores while hiding my magic," Merlin smiled. "Now I can do Arthur's chores in a fraction of the time with magic and apart from a warning from a magical spirit there really isn't much to worry about Camelot right now."
"A magical spirit warning?" Elyan asked, with a chuckle.
"Hey don't knock it till you try it," Merlin said. "You'd be amazed how many magical warnings have saved this kingdom over the years."
Elyan put his hands in the air as if to surrender. "Albeit for me to question the official Court Warlock." He chuckled.
"Yeah well when you say it like that it sounds like a joke," Merlin grumbled. He very much wasn't used to that name yet. It seemed like just yesterday that everyone had just called him 'idiot'.
With a slight tilt of his head and a glow in his eyes, Merlin lifted a practice sword from out of it's storage slot and made it move to hover in front of Elyan.
"Your power is no joke," Elyan said as he held up his sword to defend against Merlin's. "I can still remember how you turned my mortal wound into a light bruise in a matter of seconds."
"Simple physical trauma isn't so hard to mend," Merlin explained. "Magically wounds and poisons are much more difficult."
"Well I was still impressed," Elyan said.
"Thanks," Merlin replied, a little sheepishly. He wasn't used to credit either. His friend's safety and happiness had always been enough of a reward. With a sharp movement of his hand, Merlin engaged his floating sword in combat with Elyan's.
"I have to ask," Elayn said after a few moments of swords clashing. "Do you control it's every moment or can you just enchant it to react on its own.
"Both are possible," Merlin replied. "Since I'm standing right here, I'm controlling it manually, but if I wanted to leave you two alone I could enchant it to act independently."
Elyan ducked as the floating sword made a swing at him, but he recovered very quickly and returned the blow.
"In that case you've learned a lot more about sword play than you let on," Elayn continued. "Manually controlling a sword like this would require a similar amount of knowledge as using one with your own two hands."
"Book knowledge maybe," Merlin agreed. "But I don't have the muscle memory you knights do. When moving the sword only requires my thoughts to direct it, I can match your techiquire but my hands can't keep up on their own."
"Good to know I won't be so easily replaced," Eylan chuckled.
Before Merlin could reply they heard a familiar voice as someone approached the training ground. Merlin made his sword go still and Elyan turned to see who it was.
"Training without me I see?" Percival said.
Merlin whispered a few more words and a second sword came out of storage to join the other one already floating in the middle of the training area.
"Oh so you think you can take us both on at once then?" Percival laughed.
"Wouldn't be the first time," Merlin muttered under his breath thinking of the time he'd used the knights as a stepping stool while disguised by the aging spell. Then he said more loudly, "Only one way to find out."
Moving both swords at once was a little bit more complicated than controlling the one, but Merlin soon got the hang of it. By the time they'd been practicing a whole hour Merlin was pretty confident in his multi-tasking floating sword skills.
"This is becoming a habit, Merlin." It was the king's voice. Merlin dropped the floating swords to the ground and turned to see Arthur approaching with a smile on his face.
"I had some free time," Merlin shrugged.
"I don't see how that's possible," Arthur laughed. "You've never been much for free time before, well apart from when you were at the tavern."
"Yeah funny story but I've actually never been to the tavern," Merlin confessed.
"Then where did you disappear to for days on end?" Arthur asked.
"Which time?" Merlin chuckled.
"What about when you were so drunk you let that sorcerer run right past you," Arthur said next, but as he spoke his voice lost it's confidence. "You were the sorcerer I was chasing weren't you?"
"I was, yes," Merlin replied. He hadn't intended to keep any of his actions secret from Arthur though he hoped he could have kept his one to himself for a bit longer. This would mean admitting to Arthur that it had been him who'd failed to save Uther.
"How did you make yourself look like a dotterly old man?" Arthur asked.
"Aging spell," Merlin replied. "It was the only way I could think of that would be enough of a disguise to allow me to use magic openly, but reversing those aging spells really messes with your head."
"Which is why you looked drunk," Arthur sighed. "Were you off being that old man every time you went to the tavern?"
"The first time I used it to save Gwen from being burned at the stake," Merlin began his list. "One time I had to sneak into Morgana's hovel to destroy the creature she was using to control me. I used the disguise to sneak into Camelot once when Morgana had control over it to set a trap for her and then there was the time…" But he couldn't say it.
"You used that disguise to kill my father," Arthur finished the thought for him.
Merlin wanted to defend himself. He wanted to exclaim that he'd done all in his power to save Uther, but he knew somewhere deep inside that he should have noticed Morgana's trap. Part of the fault still lied with him.
"Years ago when Gaius told me the sorcerer had tried everything in his power to save my father I hadn't believed him," Arthur said softly. "But now I understood what he meant so tell me Merlin, what really happened? Because I saw you heal a similar wound easily for Elyan."
"Morgana," Merlin whispered after a moment. He still wasn't sure if Arthur was blaming him or not, but either way Arthur deserved the truth. "Morgana had planted an enchanted pendent on Uther that turned all my healing magic against the King. If I had to guess I'd say Agrevaine was the one who placed it there on her wishes."
"I see," Arthur said slowly.
"But I should have found it," Merlin continued. "I should have removed it before ever attempting to heal him."
"How could you have possibly known," Arthur sighed.
"I knew Agrevaine was a traitor," Merlin continued. "I could have guessed-"
"But no one believed you," Arthur replied. "No matter how powerful, you are only one man, Merlin. You can't be responsible for everyone else's actions."
"Whatever happened to Agrevaine anyway?" Percival asked casually. "He just disappeared."
"I- I killed him," Merlin said after some hesitation. "I didn't want to. He gave me no choice. A handful of his men got past Kilgharrah and followed me into the cave, cornering me."
"He was a traitor to his people," Arthur replied. "I would have done the same."
"Who is Kilgharrah?" Elyan asked.
"The Great Dragon," Merlin answered. "The one Uther once imprisoned under Camelot."
"The one that attacked the city?" Arthur asked. "Why did a dragon help you take down Agrevaine's men?"
"Ah yeah about that," Merlin began, awkwardly. The one nice thing about secrecy is that even if no one learns of your triumphs they also never hear about your mistakes. "It's a bit of a long story."
"Well spit it out," Arthur said sharply. Clearly the length of the story didn't concern him.
"Ever since I first came to Camelot Kilgharrah helped me," Merlin began. "He helped save your life countless times as well as all of Camelot. He even forged that sword for you. A sword forced in a Dragon's breath is the only weapon that can kill something that's already dead. That sword saved Camelot more than once." He paused for a moment to see if anyone asked follow up questions but no one spoke so he continued. "Anyway one day he said he wouldn't help anymore until I promised to free him. Without his help Camelot would have fallen to the ancient immortal wizard freed from that crypt Uther dug up. I had to eventually fulfil my promise. I didn't know what he was going to do. He'd helped me save the kingdom so many times I couldn't believe he'd attack it, but even if he believed in the world you'd one day build Arthur, he still couldn't resist getting revenge on Uther."
"So what you are telling me is unlike the other beasts you tried to convince me I killed before passing out you wouldn't kill the dragon?" Arthur inquired.
"I tried to stop him while he was attacking Camelot," Merlin said. "But my magic was pretty useless against him."
"How is it then that Camelot wasn't reduced to a pile of ashes?" Arthur asked.
"Because of that man we went to meet, Balinor," Merlin continued. "The Last Dragonlord. He was my father and upon his death I inherited his abilities, and became a dragonlord. I used this power to force Kilgharrah to stop attacking Camelot."
"Your father?" Arthur said.
"Yeah he had to abandon my mother once he was hunted down by Uther so he never knew I existed," Merlin explained.
"And then he died right in front of you," Arthur said. There was a note of sadness in his friend's voice. Merlin hoped it was empathy and not disappointment at letting a dragon loose on Camelot.
"But without him I'd have never been able to stop Kilgharrah," Merlin continued. "He saved Camelot."
"I have a feeling that for him it was more about saving you," Arthur replied. "Well this sure does explain why you were so quiet after that. You could have told me he was your dad. That isn't magic."
"Uther would have suspected the son of a dragonlord of having magic," Merlin replied.
Arthur didn't say anything after that. Merlin took that to mean that he couldn't come up with an argument. The silence stretched on and more than anything he'd wish someone would break it.
Then Eylan clapped his hands together and said in a cheerful tone. "Now I believe we were training."
But Merlin was feeling very drained. He knew it was just his emotions at finally telling Arthur everything that had happened with both their fathers, but still he didn't much feel like training with the knights anymore.
"Wait a minute," Percival said, as if remembering something. "That dotterly old man used us as stairs to get on his horse once. That was you?!"
Merlin shrugged apologetically. "Morgana had planted a snake's head in my neck that was brainwashing me to kill Arthur," Merlin explained. "I had to track it down and kill the creature before it woke up and I became Arthur's assassin again. You were in my way."
"And humiliated," Percival muttered.
"Oh like you haven't done the same to me," Merlin laughed. The light banter was helping him to feel better than he'd expected. That heavy feeling in the air was dissipating as they talked. "I seem to recall you all mocking me out of dinner more than once."
"Yes but we always saved you a bowl in the end," Percival reminded him.
"And that dottlery old man left you all uninjured and alive," Merlin chuckled. "So we've even."
The knights looked disgruntled but one word from their King that they were slacking off on training had them all standing at attention with their swords again.
"Alright Merlin," Arthur said smiling. "Do your worst?"
Merlin just smiled. "If I did that you'd all be dead," he chuckled.
Deciding not to challenge himself anymore today, Merlin raised his hands and enchanted three swords to act on their own rather than try and control all of them at once. Even so Merlin still stayed sitting on the sidelines watching to make sure his swords didn't get out of line and actually hurt someone. If they did he'd be there with a simple healing spell.
He stayed with them to train until the sun started to go down. Just as the knights began to complain that the darkness would force them inside Merlin got an idea.
"Leoht," Merlin whispered and a small light appeared in his hand. He then enlarged the light and set it to float above the training grounds.
"Well that looks useful," Eylan observed.
"Since when can you do that?" Arthur asked.
Merlin just shrugged. "It's a very basic spell," he said. "It can even be projected great distances to guide others."
"If only I'd know you could do that when we were up against the dorocha," Arthur sighed. "That would have been very useful."
"Would have saved us a lot of firewood and sleepless nights," Percival admitted.
"The dorocha were impervious to my magic," Merlin explained. "This spell could be neutralized by them. Fire was all I had to combat them as well."
"No wonder you were so nervous," Arthur commented. Then he addressed the knights at large. "No whining. Magically glowing light or not, it's time to call it a day."
Like the loyal knights they were, they all obeyed their king and soon everyone was headed indoors.
As they were all walking back up to the castle gates, Arthur came up to walk beside Merlin, allowing the knights to outpace him.
"I've seen a light like that before," Arthur said. "One that gilded me to safety but you were very far away and ill at the time."
"That was still me, though I don't remember it very well," Merlin replied. "Gaius said while I was sick from the poison a glowing orb appeared in my hand and I was muttering about you and a dangerous cave."
"Even trying to save me while you're dying," Arthur said with a sigh and a shake of his head. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Well personally I appreciate not being executed," Merlin said, which made the King laugh.
Once inside they went their separate ways. Merlin was just on his way to his chambers to meet Gaius for dinner when he ran into Gwen in the hallway.
"There you are Merlin," Gwen said, looking relieved. "I've been wondering where you ran off to."
"I was just training with the knights," Merlin replied, a little taken aback. "Won't Arthur be looking for you?"
"He can wait," Gwen smiled. "I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done for him." She was holding what looked like a very fancy bottle in one hand and a goblet full of wine in the other. She held out the cup to him. "And give you this. Arthur's told me how you've been looking out for him all these years, even more so than it seemed, and I thought you deserved some recognition for that."
She was smiling at him, but something Merlin didn't trust her wine.
"Thank you very much," Merlin said. "I appreciate the thought but I can't take the wine." He smiled trying not to make it seem forced and turned wishing her a good night.
By the time he reached his chambers Gauis was sitting waiting for him with their dinner. Merlin went over and sat down.
"You're late," Gauis said.
"I think Gwen tried to poison me," Merlin said very slowly. "Either that or I am a very rude friend." After that he explained in detail what had happened to Gauis.
"I just thought better safe than sorry," Merlin ended his explanation. "If Gwen really is herself she'd understand."
"I agree, Merlin," Gauis replied. "Now eat up before your dinner gets cold."
For once Merlin did as he was told. After dinner he read by a magical light for only about an hour before going to sleep.
Merlin woke from his sleep unable to move his body. He tried magic but even that required a slight gesture on his part or the ability to speak. Merlin could do neither. He had no idea what was going on and had started to panic, when he heard a familiar voice.
"I don't know how you knew what I was up to, Emrys," Gwen's voice said in a whisper. Merlin turned his eyes, which were the only thing still in his control, to look up at her. "But it doesn't matter. You'll die just the same anyway."
Merlin watched as Gwen reached over him. Then he felt a liquid enter his ear and the world went dark.
Notes:
This chapter and the next three have been finished for almost a month now but my beta editor has been VERY busy. Today I am uploading this without editing before I can't wait anymore. I might have someone edit it for typos after the fact, but either way you've waited long enough!
Also I cut out the weak attempt Gwen and Morgana made on Arthur's life at the start of the episode here because seeing as Morgana now knows who Merlin is I couldn't imagine her trying such a thing with him right there. In the show the moment she learned who Merlin was he became her target so I adjusted the plot in the way that made the most sense to me given Morgana's new information and the fact that she has a reliable spy in Camelot.
Hope you enjoy!
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Sneak Peek Chapter 06Assembling the Knights of the round table, Arthur informed them of Merlin's condition and tasked them with investigating it's cause. Which guards had been on duty? Had they seen anyone around last night, even someone they recognized and didn't suspect?
"And finally I have one more thing to ask of you," Arthur addressed his knights. "With magic no longer outlawed, Merlin came forward to tell us who he really was. Now because of that he is in danger. I ask if there is anyone else in my kingdom who has magic they are keeping hidden to come forward. Your help might be Merlin's only chance."
There was silence, just as Arthur had expected.
"Failing that, I ask you to spread the word among my people," Arthur replied. "Healing magic is required in Camelot."
Just when he was about to dismiss everyone to go about their tasks, someone cleared their throat rather loudly drawing all eyes to them. When Arthur turned he realized who wished to speak.
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It was just revelation after revelation these days. Arthur was starting to feel like every time he saw Merlin, he learned a little more about what had really been going on these last ten years.
Merlin's father had died right in front of him, the same as Arthur's, but unlike Arthur, Merlin had had no choice but to hide that fact from everyone. Arthur couldn't even imagine what that had felt like and then the dragon was a whole other story. Arthur could remember so well when the Great Dragon attacked Camelot. What he could hardly believe is that apart from that one incident the dragon had helped him and to top it all off Merlin was that dotterly old man sorcerer who kept popping up. The level of his obliviousness was becoming quite staggering to the point where Arthur almost didn't want to think about it.
Even so he couldn't deny that Merlin's powers were impressive. So impressive in fact he felt sure Merlin could have cured Mordred on his own without the Disir's help. It had likely been Merlin's plan all along for Arthur to go back to see them to try to save Mordred. He'd probably known what decision the Disir would give him and hoped Arthur would bring magic back to the realm. There was, of course, a chance he was giving his friend too much credit though if recent events had taught him anything it was that all the work and none of the credit had become Merlin's motto.
Arthur still hadn't decided if he was going to ask Merlin this directly or if he was happier not knowing.
Speaking of Merlin, Arthur hadn't seen the warlock yet this morning. Usually Merlin showed up every morning with some silly phrase to get the King out of bed, but today Arthur awoke to the sun shining in between the curtains. Turning to the side, Arthur saw his wife still asleep. He got up quietly to close the curtain so as not to wake Gwen.
Until recently Arthur would have assumed Merlin's absence meant he was in the tavern, but as that was no longer likely Arthur was almost worried. He tried to tell himself he was being silly. Who could possibly be a threat to Merlin after all? Everything was probably fine.
It wasn't until he'd gone looking for breakfast and ran into Gaius in the hall that Arthur learned how right he'd been to worry.
"Poisoned!" Arthur exclaimed. "How is that possible?" There was no way an outsider got in so totally undetected last night and who had the power to take Merlin off guard?
"I don't understand it either," Gaius replied. "But he's in a bad way." Without another word Arthur followed Gaius to Merlin's bedside.
Arthur looked down at his friend. Merlin's skin was so pale, his eyes closed. He looked close to death. The sight chilled Arthur to his core.
"What do you need for an antidote?" Arthur asked Gaius.
"I wish I knew," Gaius answered. "But as I don't know what poison was used I have no way of making an antidote."
"There must be something we can do, Gaius!"
"Ironically it's Merlin's magic we need here," Gaius replied. "I feel certain his power would be enough."
"He's unconscious," Arthur reminded the old man. But then Arthur had an idea. "Do you know of any other magical healers apart from Merlin that we could call on?"
"Yes but I fear it would take too long to get them here," Gaius replied. "Our best bet is to learn what poison was used which means finding out who did this."
Arthur was about to ask if Gaius had any idea where to start an investigation when the look on his face told Arthur he already did.
"Out with it Gaius," the King ordered. "I can tell you already think you know who did this."
"Yes but you won't want to hear it," Gaius replied.
"Tell me," Arthur snapped. He hated seeing Merlin like this.
"One of the last things Merlin told me before I found him like this was that Gwen tried to get him to drink her wine," Gaius stated.
"So what?" Arthur snapped.
"On your mission to save Gwen, Merlin was given a warning," Gaius began. "That the one saved would become a threat. I believe Morgana has done something to Gwen."
"That's impossible," Arthur scoffed. "I'd know."
"No you wouldn't," Gaius replied and with that he walked away from Merlin's bedside and towards his desk where he opened a book. "When I was young I heard talk of an ancient ritual of the old religion called Tiana Diaga. The ritual uses the mandrake root to bring unimaginable terror to it's victim. When it was over their will was no longer their own. They were slaves of the high priestess for the rest of their lives."
"And you think this is what happened to Gwen?" Arthur said, disbelieving. "That's quite a leap, Gauis. Merlin's magic is common knowledge now. Maybe this is someone who isn't happy with the law change."
"I told you before that the Druid's call him Emrys," Gaius continued. "Morgana has been seeking to kill Emrys for many years now. She believes that Emrys will be her doom. I don't believe it is a coincidence that Merlin has been targeted so soon after Gwen learned of his magic."
Arthur didn't say anything. He didn't want to believe it.
"Even if Morgana wasn't told directly that Merlin is Emrys I feel certain she'd have figured it out once she learned of his magic," Gaius continued. "I had hoped she didn't know but this means she's surely found out."
Arthur still didn't want to believe it.
"Do all you can for Merlin," Arthur said. "I will look into who might have done this."
With that Arthur left, his mind racing faster than his quick stride. If what Gaius was right? Arthur felt certain there was no way to save Gwen without Merlin's aid. The idea made Arthur feel weak and dependent. He was the King and yet completely helpless to save those he cared most about.
Assembling the Knights of the round table, Arthur informed them of Merlin's condition and tasked them with investigating it's cause. Which guards had been on duty? Had they seen anyone around last night, even someone they recognized and didn't suspect?
"And finally I have one more thing to ask of you," Arthur addressed his knights. "With magic no longer outlawed, Merlin came forward to tell us who he really was. Now because of that he is in danger. I ask if there is anyone else in my kingdom who has magic they are keeping hidden to come forward. Your help might be Merlin's only chance."
There was silence, just as Arthur had expected.
"Failing that, I ask you to spread the word among my people," Arthur replied. "Healing magic is required in Camelot."
Just when he was about to dismiss everyone to go about their tasks, someone cleared their throat rather loudly drawing all eyes to them. When Arthur turned he realized who wished to speak.
"Yes Mordred," Arthur said.
"I-" Mordred began. "Well I-"
"We haven't got all day," Arthur reminded his knight. "Do you have information that could help save Merlin?"
Mordred nodded. Arthur gestured for him to continue, but it seemed words were failing him. Instead Mordred raised his hand and whispered something under his breath.
Arthur had heard words like that before when Merlin performed magic. He knew what was happening even before he saw the candle flames dance.
"There will be time for stories later," Arthur said to his youngest knight. "Right now I ask that you go help Gauis and do all you can to save Merlin."
Mordred gave a slight bow and left the room. Arthur then set the rest of the knights to get to work. Soon he stood alone in the hall, with just his thoughts.
Mordred had magic. Not just Merlin. At first he was surprised, but then he remembered. It had been almost ten years since he and Morgana had saved that little Druid boy from Uther's noose. Arthur had always known the man he'd knighted had been the same boy he'd saved, but the idea that the boy had magic simply hadn't occurred to him. After all, Arthur had never seen the boy Mordred use magic before. It would have been enough that Mordred just lived with the Druids to get him executed by Uther. Arthur had always assumed that while some Druids had magic not all did. The ones he'd met hadn't been nearly powerful enough to prevent the kings hanging them. Then again maybe the problem here was that Arthur was comparing all magic to Merlin's magic. Though Merlin had never admitted it, Arthur felt certain that Merlin's power was great enough to escape any attempts at overpowering him. Even if his magic had been discovered in Uther's day, the King would have failed to capture Merlin if the warlock hadn't wished to be caught.
What was it again that Gauis had said about Merlin's magic: that he was the greatest sorcerer to ever walk the earth. Somehow the words meant more now than they had at the time Arthur heard them. The King was starting to comprehend their full meaning.
But even so Arthur had to know if his beloved wife was to blame or not. He hadn't told any of his knights anything about his suspicions towards Guinevere. Despite all the times that Gaius and Merlin had been proved right over the years, Arthur still needed to see it with his own eyes to believe it so he went to see his wife.
She greeted him with a smile and a kiss like she always did. In fact, there was nothing at all in her behaviour or tone that could be construed as unusual. She seemed upset about Merlin's condition and regretful there wasn't anything she could do to help.
"I know you're upset," Gwen consoled him. "No matter how much you two harp on each other I know Merlin's your friend." Her tone was so kind, so reassuring. He wanted more than anything to believe that this was his Guinevere.
"He is," Arthur replied.
"Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to help?" Gwen asked again.
"Nothing," Arthur said. He allowed his wife to comfort him a moment before making an excuse and leaving.
By now Arthur hoped one of his knights might have found something, anything. He wanted to be doing something rather than just waiting around for his best friend to die. Eventually Arthur found Percival. Unfortunately, he hadn't found anything.
"There is no evidence of a break in," Percival explained. "Not a single guard noticed anything out of the ordinary."
"Did they see anyone they knew?" Arthur asked next. "Anyone familiar, seen out of place?"
"Nothing relevant. The guard just said the queen was out of her chambers last night," Percival replied.
"Thank you," Arthur replied and was at once moving again. The King walked into Gaius's chambers just moments later to check in on Mordred and Merlin.
"I've done all I can, my lord," Mordred said.
"That along with the rue and milfoid I've administered," Gaius added. "Seems to be helping, but I have no idea if it will be enough."
"A guard saw Gwen last night," Arthur said. "I'm not saying I totally believe you but it's worth investigating. I'm going to follow her tonight and see where she goes."
"She is sure to meet with Morgana," Gaius cautioned. "Do not go alone, sire."
"I'll join you," Mordred offered. "That is if I am still a knight."
"Indeed you are," Arthur smiled at Mordred. "Honestly I should have guessed about you, being raised by the Druids, barely escaping execution for magic as a child. It's just been so many years."
"I've spent most of my life since then learning to hide my magic," Mordred replied.
"And you've done a remarkable job," Arthur said kindly. "The one thing I still don't understand is why Merlin has always been so against you. You two are surely kin, are you not?"
"That I do not know," Mordred replied. "But Merlin has never trusted me. If not for Morgana and you I doubt he would have helped me escape Uther ten years ago. He even tried to kill me once long ago."
"And yet here you are trying to save his life," Arthur said, slightly in awe.
"I'm determined to prove myself to Emrys," Mordred answered. Arthur couldn't help but admire Mordred's selflessness in this matter. As far as Arthur was concerned Merlin and Mordred had quite a lot in common though he felt sure if Merlin were awake he'd deny it.
"Tell me is your magic strong enough to match Morgana's should we encounter her tonight?" Arthur asked.
Mordred shook his head. "I am not as powerful as Merlin. I might be able to help us escape but I could not go up against her."
"That will have to do," Arthur said.
Now came the waiting. Arthur went back to his desk to pretend to work. His mind was too wound up to actually pay attention to what was on the pages. Even the upcoming visit from Sarrum of Amata wasn't enough to keep him focused. He'd instructed Gaius to send him word if there was any change with Merlin. It did sound as though Mordred's magic had at least given them more time to save Merlin, but still he kept looking up expecting to see someone at the door with news. Arthur didn't like waiting.
When it was late enough as to not to seem suspicious Arthur went to bed. Once Gwen joined him, Arthur pretended to be asleep. His hopes that Gaius was wrong shattered as he felt Gwen get out of bed. His fake snoring seemed to have done the trick. He heard her move around, likely getting dressed and then the door opening and closing.
After a moment he got up, dressed and followed her. Arthur had instructed Mordred to watch the doors of his chambers for Gwen's departure then join Arthur. Sure enough when Arthur opened the door he saw Mordred there.
"Can you see the path ahead like Merlin can?" Arthur asked in a whisper.
"I little," Mordred replied in kind "Though not as adeptly as Emrys."
"Anything you can do to keep us on her trail would be helpful," Arthur whispered back.
Silently they followed the queen, leaving the castle and going into the woods. When Gwen stopped in a small clearing he was no longer surprised to see Morgana there to greet her.
It felt like his heart had been crushed. A part of him wanted to draw his sword and charge the two women for betraying him. Even if Morgana's betrayal was old now he still remembered the kind person she'd once been and Gwen, his Gwen. He could hardly believe she was capable of this. It was only Gaius's words that steadied his hand. Guinevere had been tortured until her will broke. She hadn't betrayed him willingly. It was Arthur's job to get her back and his only hope at saving Guinevere was the warlock back in Camelot on his deathbed.
Notes:
No reviews on that last chapter. :( But still I wanted to update again. I really would love to hear what you think of how I've changed the plot. With Morgana knowing Merlin has magic way sooner this felt like the most logical path for her. I decided she'd want to get rid of Merlin before going after Arthur especially since in the canon that is exactly what she did the second she found out about Merlin being Emrys. Just since this is sooner she as a spy in Camelot so turns to poison instead of magic sucking worms. (I might have a plan for that magic worm a bit later ;)
I thought of writing a scene from Morgana's pov but decided that would be too confusing so I have just shown what she's done through Merlin and Arthur's eyes. Also I don't know if I could write her well enough anyway.
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Sneak Peek Chapter 07Merlin couldn't help but be wary. Whenever he looked at Mordred all he could see was the vision that dying man had given him of Mordred killing Arthur. But then again it seemed like Mordred had just saved his life.
"No need to look so worried," Mordred replied. "I shall not let the king come to harm. You need to focus on healing yourself. Your magic is alot stronger than mine."
So Merlin tried. He summoned what little energy he had left and tried a healing spell, but he didn't have the strength to complete it.
"It's no use," Merlin said, gasping for air. He still felt so weak.
"I'm sorry but I have to go," Mordred said. "It's dark and I should be helping the King follow Gwen." And with a slight bow of the head, Mordred left.
"There has to be something we can do," Gaius continued once Mordred was gone.
"I do have another idea," Merlin answered.
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At first Merlin couldn't move at all. He felt trapped in his own body. He wasn't sure how long that went on but when it finally let up, he could sense magic. Merlin opened his eyes to see the last person on earth he'd expected to help him.
"Mordred?" Merlin asked. He still felt sick but at least now he wasn't trapped.
"I'm sorry but that's all I can do," Mordred replied. "The rest is up to you, Emrys."
Merlin turned his head to see Gaius on the other side of his bed. "Gwen poisoned me," Merlin said.
"I figured as much," Gaius replied. "I have told Arthur but he doesn't want to believe it."
"I'm going with him tonight to find out the truth," Mordred explained.
Merlin couldn't help but be wary. Whenever he looked at Mordred all he could see was the vision that dying man had given him of Mordred killing Arthur. But then again it seemed like Mordred had just saved his life.
"No need to look so worried," Mordred replied. "I shall not let the king come to harm. You need to focus on healing yourself. Your magic is alot stronger than mine."
So Merlin tried. He summoned what little energy he had left and tried a healing spell, but he didn't have the strength to complete it.
"It's no use," Merlin said, gasping for air. He still felt so weak.
"I'm sorry but I have to go," Mordred said. "It's dark and I should be helping the King follow Gwen." And with a slight bow of the head, Mordred left.
"There has to be something we can do," Gaius continued once Mordred was gone.
"I do have another idea," Merlin answered. "Kilgharrah. He's helped me before when I was poisoned by a giant scorpion."
"You can't summon a dragon here!" Gaius exclaimed.
"He wouldn't fit through the doors I know," Merlin said. "You have to get me to the courtyard."
"I can not lift you Merlin," Gaius reminded him.
"Get some help then," Merlin grumbled and then Gaius left his side as well only to return a quarter hour later with Percival, Gwaine and Elyan.
"Merlin's going to do what?" Percival said after Gaius explained his plan. Merlin couldn't see their faces from his position laying on the bed staring at the ceiling, but he could distinguish their voices.
"Summon a dragon to heal him," Gaius replied. "So we need to get him somewhere the dragon can land."
"And you are sure the Dragon will want to help us?" Percival asked.
"What's to stop this Dragon from attacking Camelot?" Gwaine asked.
"Merlin is a dragonlord," Gaius explained. "No living dragon can disobey him. Now come on, we must hurry."
The knights didn't ask any more questions after that and Merlin found himself being lifted out of bed. Even though he was able to move more now he still could barely lift his arms and legs. They were just so heavy. He hadn't any strength in his body at all. Merlin felt very much like a rag doll, his limbs flailing about as he was carried out of his chambers and into the courtyard.
Once they set him down in the middle of the empty courtyard, Merlin told them all to go for cover.
"I thought you said the dragon wouldn't hurt us?" Elyan asked.
"He won't," Merlin said. "But his wings are powerful. His landing could knock you over."
The knights seemed to take his word on this and backed away with Gaius.
It was strange but healing spells actually took far more energy than summoning Kilgharrah. Like he always did, Merlin pictured the dragon in his mind and spoke with the voice they shared. It seemed to take longer than usual, but maybe that was just because of the pain coursing through his body. Then Merlin heard that tell tale flapping and saw Kilgharrah's great wings come into view.
"The last dragonlord to summon me here imprisoned me for twenty years," Kilgharrah said with great intensity, almost anger. "You told me once that to return to Camelot would cost me my life and yet now you have summoned me right into the heart of the castle. Why?"
Merlin hardly had the energy to reply. He just looked up at his friend and smiled. Then he heard footsteps coming from behind him and Gaius's voice.
"Merlin is dying," Gaius said. "Magic is once more accepted in Camelot but as a consequence of this Morgana has learned of his identity. Please help him."
Merlin's eyes closed. The little energy Mordred had managed to return to him was fading. He heard something move through the air and imagined Kilgharrah looking around for threats. Then he felt the dragon's great claws wrap around his body and lift him from the ground. As Merlin's head fell back the world went dark.
He awoke on the hard ground, but despite that he felt better. The pain was duller and his senses sharper. Opening his eyes, Merlin could see that he was high up on the side of a cliff. He could move his limbs again but his body still felt weak and his head hurt.
"How long have I been asleep?" Merlin asked. He knew Kilgharrah must be nearby.
"Not nearly long enough," Kilgharrah's voice replied. "Even with my magic you still need time to heal from such a powerful poison."
Merlin could feel that he was right. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep again almost at once.
When he woke the second time, Merlin could feel how much better he was. The pain in his head was barely a dull ache and his body felt strong again. Getting up Merlin was able to see Kilgharrah watching over him.
"Thank you old friend," Merlin smiled up at the Dragon. "Once again I owe you my life."
"You have fulfilled your destiny of returning magic to Camelot," Kilgharrah said. "Or was Gaius lying and there was some other reason you risked summoning me into the heart of the castle?"
"Well I was dying," Merlin chuckled, but then he sobered and said. "But Gaius wasn't lying. Arthur knows about magic and has accepted mine. He even appointed me the court warlock, whatever that means."
Kilgharrah's laughter echoed against the cliff walls. "The lands of Albion almost united as well." Merlin could almost hear pride in the dragon's voice and it warmed his heart but he didn't have time to dwell on it.
"All is not won yet," Merlin explained. "Morgana still has Gwen's will at her command. I need to return and help Arthur."
"Some things never change," the dragon said softly. "And I suppose you'll be wanting a lift as well?"
"If you don't mind," Merlin replied. "After all, we are halfway up a cliff."
With another chuckle, Kilgharrah leaned down so Merlin could climb onto his back. "This time though young warlock I won't be landing in the middle of the castle."
"The usual clearing then?" Merlin asked and Kilgharrah agreed.
Merlin couldn't help but enjoy the ride back to Camelot. There was nothing on this earth quite like flying on the back of a dragon.
Once Kilgharrah set down and Merlin was climbing off he looked up at his friend and thanked him once more. Kilgharrah was about to fly away when both of them heard a sound and turned.
Standing staring at the great dragon were Arthur and Mordred. Merlin suspected they were just on their way back from tailing Gwen.
"We meet at last young Pendragon," Kilgharrah said with a slight bow of his head. "The other side of the coin." And with that Kilgharrah lifted both his wings and flew away.
Not wasting a moment, Merlin ran towards Arthur. "I take it this means Gwen left the castle tonight?" he inquired.
Rather than answer, Arthur just stared. "You're okay?" he said.
"Kilgharrah was able to complete the healing you started," Merlin replied. "Thank you Mordred." The Druid's only reply was a slight nod of the head.
"By Kilgharrah you mean that talking Dragon?" Arthur said slowly.
"Yes," Merlin said, with a smile. "From all the stories I've told you I thought you'd know he could talk."
"Right, yes," Arthur said, almost like he was embarrassed to have mentioned it. He was still just standing staring.
"So do you believe now about Gwen?" Merlin asked, trying to snap Arthur out of his shock and get them back on task.
"We followed her to a clearing where she met Morgana," Arthur said, the shock in his voice being replaced with pain as he spoke.
"We should get back and see if Gaius has any ideas what can be done to save her," Merlin replied.
Rather than argue the two of them complied and it wasn't long before they were all back within the castle walls. There they found Gaius. The look on the old man's face at seeing Merlin so recovered made him smile. Before anything else was discussed Merlin hugged him.
"What do you know about what Morgana has done to Gwen?" Arthur asked, his tone very much trying to remind them of the serious nature of the matter at hand.
"Well excuse me for being glad I'm not dead," Merlin grumbled.
"I'm glad you aren't dead too Merlin," Arthur began. "But there is a spy in Camelot and this is going to get much worse very quickly if we don't do something. Who knows what Morgana will ask her to do. You said something about a mandrake root bringing terror but how could that change her so completely?"
"You have experienced the power of the mandrake root before, Arthur," Gaius explained. "It was what Morgana used to try and break your father's mind when she first returned to Camelot after her year learning magic with Morgause." The look on Arthur's face showed he remembered only too well how his father had been affected. "And that was just the use of one mandrake. The ritual Gwen was subjected to would involve dozens of them with far more powerful magic used on them."
"There must be something we can do to save her!" Arthur exclaimed with great emotion even if he didn't raise his voice.
"I can think of only two people who truly know the old ways," Gaius explained. "One is Morgana Pendragon and the other is the Dochraid."
"Then I will go to this Dochraid and ask for help," Merlin said.
"The Dochraid can't be trusted," Gaius replied. "As a creature of the old ways the Dochraid will be loyal to Morgana. She can't be bribed. She can't be overpowered with magic alone. Excalibur is probably your best hope."
"My sword?" Arthur asked. "Why would that help?"
"As I've said before, Kilgharrah made that blade for you," Merlin explained. "A sword forced in a dragon's breath has power unlike any other mortal blade."
"Right yeah you said something about it being able to kill that which is already dead," Arthur said. Given how much new information had been thrown at him these past few days, Merlin was actually rather impressed that the King had remembered as many details about magic as he did. "So does that mean this Dochraid is dead like those knights were?"
"No, the Dochraid is a very powerful, very old being of the earth," Gaius explained. "Any normal weapon would have no effect on her which could very likely be the reason she survived the great purge."
"So that means you should know where she is?" Merlin asked. Gaius nodded, and Merlin went at once to pack his things.
Notes:
Yay I'm almost through all the extra chapters I had waiting around. What do you guess think about Merlin's poisoning? I thought it was the most logical reaction from Morgana once she learned who Emrys was. In the show she changed her target from Arthur to Merlin once she knew so I figured if she found out sooner she'd still change her target but keep the methods. ^_^ Do you all agree?
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Sneak Peek Chapter 08"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Merlin replied.
"We don't have time to get into why you are so distrusting of Mordred right now," Arthur said. "Him coming makes the most sense and we will need help."
"But sire-"
"He's never done anything to warrant your dislike unless there is something you aren't telling me?" Arthur inquired, giving Merlin a pointed look. Arthur felt sure there were still things Merlin hadn't revealed about the magical side of his life, even if just for the simple reason of forgetting to mention them. Ten year was a long time to accumulate secrets.
"It's nothing he's done so far," Merlin began. He was about to say something else when Arthur cut him off.
"Right then," Arthur said. "We need to prepare. When everything is ready we will sneak the Queen out of here and be on our way."
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Just moments ago Merlin had been dying, and yet now he was planning a trip to see a dangerous being that might know how to save Gwen. It was insane, but it gave Arthur hope. With Merlin alive and well, his chances of saving his wife were rising by the hour.
When Merlin returned from the Dochraid's cave, his news brought even more hope to Arthur's heart.
"So there is a way to heal her!" Arthur exclaimed, after Merlin told him what he'd learned.
"Yeah but summoning the White Goddess?" Merlin asked, skeptical. "I'm not sure I can do that. And even if I could, we'd still have to actually get her to the Cauldron, and she won't go willingly. Then she has to go into the water of her own free will, which she also won't want to do."
Listening to Merlin talk about how impossible the whole thing was - especially since he started with doubting himself - made Arthur understand for the first time what Gaius had said. It really was only Merlin who doubted his power. Everyone else Arthur had ever heard speak about Merlin did so with awe.
"I have a way to get her to the Cauldron," Gaius said to counter Merlin's pessimism. "And I believe that once there, Arthur will be able to reach the part of Gwen that remains true."
"Even so, I'm not sure-" Merlin began, but Gaius cut him off.
"I know you are more than strong enough to perform the ceremony once we get there."
"What is your idea for getting her to the Cauldron?" Arthur asked, deciding to side with Gaius on this matter. After all he'd seen, he had every faith that Merlin could perform the spell.
"Tincture of belladonna, sire," Gaius replied. "It puts the patient into a deep sleep."
"Patient?" Arthur inquired.
"It is generally used for the badly wounded," Gaius replied.
"How long does it last?" Arthur asked.
"A few hours," Gaius explained. "It will have to be administered several times a day to provide continuous sleep."
"But for no more than three days," Merlin said, chipping in with his same pessimism from before.
"It is true that it shouldn't be taken for an extended period," Gaius admitted.
"Or what?" Arthur asked. Gaius seemed to hesitate, but Merlin was less reluctant.
"The body will not tolerate it," Merlin said. Arthur thanked his friend for telling him what Gaius had clearly been trying to skirt around.
"The Cauldron is less than three days' ride from here," Gaius said.
It wasn't without risk, but what were his other options? The woman he loved was lost to him already, and his kingdom wouldn't last long with a highly trusted spy at its center. He had to trust Merlin. The idea of doing nothing was unacceptable. Arthur had to get his Queen back; losing her meant losing everything.
"We leave first thing tomorrow," Arthur replied. "We can't bring too many knights or it will look suspicious, but I want someone else to accompany us. I think Mordred is the right person to ask, seeing as he is the only one of the knights who is already aware of the Queen's betrayal. Not to mention his magic might be helpful as well."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Merlin replied.
"We don't have time to get into why you are so distrusting of Mordred right now," Arthur said. "Him coming makes the most sense, and we will need help."
"But sire-"
"He's never done anything to warrant your dislike. Unless there is something you aren't telling me?" Arthur inquired, giving Merlin a pointed look. Arthur felt sure there were still things Merlin hadn't revealed about the magical side of his life, even if only for the simple reason of forgetting to mention them. Ten years was a long time to accumulate secrets.
"It's nothing he's done so far," Merlin began, hesitantly. He was about to say something else when Arthur cut him off.
"Right then," Arthur said. "We need to prepare. When everything is ready, we will sneak the Queen out of here and be on our way."
"Why the secrecy?" Merlin asked.
"If this works, I don't want the knights to distrust her when we return," Arthur explained. Merlin seemed to take that as a good enough answer and was kind enough not to ask the obvious follow up question of 'what if this doesn't work?' But Arthur couldn't think about that right now. It just had to work. There was no other option.
Getting Gwen to drink the tincture of belladonna turned out to be quite simple. They created a toast. Once she drank the tincture, she was unconscious in seconds. Getting Gwen out of the castle unnoticed was a little more difficult, but with Merlin's magic to look around corners and distract guards, they managed it without being seen.
"It's still hard to believe how useful you actually are," Arthur sighed as they got past their last obstacle only thanks to Merlin's help. "All these years! It must have felt like having one hand tied behind your back."
"Sure, I could have done more if being discovered hadn't been a worry, but I was still able to do enough from the shadows, and that was what counted," Merlin replied, as easily as one would when talking about being able to finish some common household chore. The humility of the man was truly impressive. It made Arthur feel worse about the way he'd treated Merlin over the years, but he didn't have time to dwell on that now.
As they reached the horses, they mounted, with Gwen riding unconscious with Arthur. The ride was fairly uneventful for most of the day. They were following Merlin's directions that Gaius had given him, though Arthur felt sure Merlin was also using magic to choose the best path ahead.
When a cliff without end appeared before them, Arthur stopped the horses. Merlin informed him that the Cauldron was on the western-most peak.
"That would be the highest one," Arthur sighed. Merlin nodded. It was never easy.
They rode with the horses as long as they could, but eventually they had to continue on foot. Arthur carried Gwen, and Merlin magically floated the supplies behind him. He offered to carry Gwen the same way, but Arthur turned him down. She was his wife, and he would carry her. It was the least he could do.
"Don't fall," Merlin told Arthur as they walked close to the edge.
"Says the man floating all our supplies in the air," Arthur reminded him with a tilt of his head. "If I fall I'm sure you'll catch me."
"And drop this lot," Merlin replied, gesturing behind him.
"Then Mordred will catch me," Arthur countered.
"I'm not as powerful as Merlin," Mordred spoke for the first time in hours.
"Just don't fall," Merlin groaned at him. "This whole mission is going to be hard enough without saving your neck as well."
Arthur laughed, but didn't reply. He wondered how many times he'd accidentally gotten in Merlin's way when it came to saving his own life. He had to imagine it had been more than once. Arthur remembered all the times Merlin had tried so hard to convince him not to do something dangerous and Arthur hadn't listened. Arthur was pretty sure now that in those instances Merlin had very likely known more than he let on.
As night fell, they made camp. Merlin had a roaring fire going magically in seconds and then everyone was going through the now grounded supplies for something to eat. Arthur took a shift administering the sleeping potion to Gwen before laying down to get some sleep. The ground was hard. It made him miss his bed, but that hardly mattered.
Arthur was just barely asleep when the sound of soft voices woke him.
"Even after I saved your life, you can't trust me, can you Emrys?" Mordred's voice reached Arthur's ears. He didn't turn or show he was awake, but rather stayed very still and listened to what the sorcerers had to say to each other.
"I want to," Merlin replied. "You are a fine knight and you didn't have to help me."
"Yet somehow that isn't enough," Mordred's voice sounded frustrated and Arthur couldn't blame him. Even he didn't understand Merlin's attitude to Mordred. They both had magic. Didn't that make them the same?
"I'm sorry," Merlin replied.
"It's alright," Mordred said. "I know you have the king's best interests at heart. One day you will understand that I do too. Then I hope we may be friends."
"I could wish for nothing more," was Merlin's answer.
Then the two fell silent. Arthur just couldn't figure it out. Given all he now knew about Merlin's actions these last ten years, it only made sense that he'd be on good terms with someone who saved Arthur's life. Now Mordred had saved even Merlin's life and still Merlin was wary. It didn't make sense.
Arthur's thoughts ran round in circles as he lay by the fire. Merlin had said his distrust was nothing Mordred had done so far. The way he'd said it had given Arthur an idea, but surely it was impossible. Merlin was powerful, sure, but he didn't have knowledge of the future... Did he?
Arthur put the whole thing out of his mind. One problem at a time. They were here to heal Guinevere, and he needed to sleep if he was going to take on tomorrow.
They began their journey again the next day. Merlin floated the supplies while Arthur carried Gwen. Walking slightly ahead of them, Arthur was still able to catch Mordred's question about the banners that lined the path. Merlin explained it meant this was a sacred site for those who follow the old religion. Merlin's magic elegantly explained his moments of wisdom and knowledge in such matters over the years. He'd always given such weak reasons for his knowledge in the past, making Arthur quite unsuspecting that there was any true intelligence behind them. Playing the idiot had been his cover, and it had worked almost too well. Even so it made Arthur think back to those times with new eyes. With his mind reliving the past, his feet continued walking the path ahead.
"It's not far now," Merlin said. "This gorge leads to the Cauldron."
Just then, they heard a screeching sound, and fire rained down in front of them. Something had flown overhead. Arthur was already moving to find cover when he heard a loud deep voice speak in what could only be described as another language. Turning, Arthur saw that the sound was coming from Merlin.
"I've stopped her dragon," Merlin said with his normal voice again. "But if Aithusa is here, that means Morgana isn't far away."
"What just happened?" Mordred asked, but no one answered him.
"You two need to keep going," Merlin said. "I'll hold her off."
Arthur was just about to say no, when he realized it was actually a rather good plan. All those years Merlin had just seemed reckless, he'd actually been strategic.
"Alright, but we can't heal Gwen without you," Arthur said. "So don't die."
"I'll do my best," Merlin laughed. "Now go!"
For once, Arthur did as he was told, taking Gwen and quickening his pace in the direction of the Cauldron as per Merlin instructions. Mordred kept pace with him.
"Do you know how Merlin did that?" Mordred asked. "That dragon was going to burn us alive, and then it just stopped."
"Remember when we saw that dragon in the clearing?" Arthur began. Mordred nodded. "Well as far as I understand it, Merlin is a dragonlord. I don't really have any details, but as he called the dragon by name I'm guessing he knows a lot more than we do."
Mordred fell silent after that. Arthur suspected he was deep in thought. Even so, they both continued to move forward. Merlin's magic floating their supplies had faltered when the dragon attacked, dropping them somewhere behind them. Arthur suspected they were lost for good, but it hardly mattered.
By the time they reached a body of water that Arthur had to assume was the Cauldron, he was starting to worry about Merlin.
"You don't think Morgana overpowered him, do you?" Arthur asked.
"Not a chance," Mordred replied. "He is Emrys."
"I've heard him called that before," Arthur said, remembering Gaius also mentioning that name.
"It is what he is known as to the druids who raised me," Mordred said. "I met Emrys as a child. I could hear him in my mind and called out to him for help. All druids know who he is without being told."
Arthur tried to take comfort from those words as he stood and watched for Merlin's return. What he tried not to think about was how such a powerful being had somehow spent the last ten years doing Arthur's chores without complaint.
After what felt like an eternity but was probably a matter of minutes, Merlin appeared.
"I've slowed her down, but we should be quick," Merlin said. "I have no idea how long it will be until she goes after us."
Arthur had to fight an urge to hug Merlin. It wouldn't be very kingly. Even though he'd believed Merlin would be alright, he had just faced Morgana and returned totally unscathed. That wasn't nothing.
"This is it. The Cauldron of Arianrhod," Merlin said next, looking around. "I can feel the magic here. It's powerful."
"Powerful enough to save Gwen?" Arthur asked.
"That all depends on you Arthur," Merlin said. "You have to convince Gwen to walk into the water of her own free will. If we force this, she will be lost forever."
"I understand," Arthur said. Even he could feel the seriousness in his tone.
"I'm going to wake her up now," Merlin said slowly.
Arthur nodded. He'd talked to Merlin about this before. He knew the magic enchanting Gwen would fight against him. He knew he had to reach the part of her that was still true.
Merlin leaned down to his knees beside Gwen's sleeping form and whispered a few words Arthur recognized as magical, though he couldn't say what they meant. Then Merlin moved away, and Gwen opened her eyes.
At once she got up, clearly startled by her surroundings. "Where am I?" Gwen asked. "What have you done to me?"
"You've been asleep for a long time," Arthur said gently.
And just like that, Gwen stood up and began to move quickly away from the water, crying for Arthur to get away from her. Arthur stopped her, placing his hands firmly around her forearms and making her look at him.
"You stupid, foolish man," Gwen snapped at him. "I was never yours, and never will be."
Even knowing the words weren't really her, they hurt all the same. Still, Arthur couldn't give up.
"You loved me once," Arthur said. "And still do." He tried to remain confident even while she denied it with every breath.
"It was a trick," Gwen told him. "Nothing more."
Arthur wanted to pull her to the water. He wanted to save her but he could already hear Merlin cautioning him once again not to. He couldn't give up.
"Look at me," Arthur tried again, staring right into his wife's eyes. "Tell me you don't love me." The fact that she only asked to be released gave him hope. She won't say she didn't love him. This gave Arthur an idea. "Do you remember when I asked you to marry me? Do you remember what you said? You said with all my heart. That was no subterfuge. No trickery."
And finally, she stopped struggling. Instead, Gwen stood very still and calm, her eyes fixed on him.
"With all my heart," Arthur said again. He let her go and moved backward towards the water, hoping she'd follow. He kept repeating those words as he moved, trying to keep her attention. This had to work. Had to. She had to start walking. Arthur's feet were in the water, and she still hadn't moved. Then finally, she whispered the words back and started towards him. Arthur held out his hand, encouraging her to come to him.
Once Gwen was in the water up to her waist, Merlin started chanting. The words sounded more powerful than the ones he'd almost gotten used to Merlin saying. Arthur hung back, still in the water to his knees as he watched Gwen. When she was in the water up to her chest, there was a blinding white light.
Once the light faded, Gwen turned in the water to see him. The look on her face made Arthur believe it had worked. Gwen held up her hand to him and Arthur went to her, wrapping his arms around his Guinevere once again.
Notes:
Yay my editor is back. Hopefully this chapter is more refined than the last few. Also I am finally caught up with all the extra chapters I had finished and waiting so it's time to get writing again.
Please let me know what you thought of my version of Gwen's healing. I had quite a few of you PM or review about Merlin's pretending to be a woman thing on the show but I just felt like it made no sense in a world where Arthur knew and accepted Merlin's magic, even if it was hilarious.
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Sneak Peek Chapter 09As Gwen and Arthur moved off towards the wood in the distance they began to outstrip the group and Merlin found himself alone with Mordred.
"I hope Arthur knows how lucky he is to have you at his side," Mordred said.
"I honestly don't know if he does," Merlin replied. "But it doesn't matter. That isn't why I do this."
"I know," Mordred replied. "Then and now you have the same reasons for your actions. I just wanted to say that was some very impressive magic back there, Emrys."
"Thanks," Merlin said, awkwardly.
He really didn't know how to talk to Mordred. The man put him on edge. To Merlin it felt like at any minute something could switch inside him and suddenly he'd be running off to Morgana to betray and kill Arthur.
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With Gwen healed it was time to begin their journey back to Camelot. Arthur's attention was fixed on his wife, as it should be. Merlin couldn't help but smile when he saw the happy looks on his friends' faces as they gazed at each other.
"I owe you a great debt," Arthur said when he finally took his eyes off Gwen to look at Merlin.
"I'll add it to your tab," Merlin chuckled. "We should probably get going. Who knows when Morgana will come looking for us?"
"Right you are," Arthur said, and they all began walking back the way they'd come.
Their supplies had been lost when Morgana attacked. A sparse trip home was a small price to pay for saving Guinevere.
They made their way back through the rocky terrain in relative silence and found the horses right where they'd left them. After about an hour's ride on horseback, Arthur was the first to ask Merlin if there was anything to eat.
"The supplies are gone. Or did you not notice the lack of floating bags behind me?" Merlin replied.
"Wait! There's no food!" Arthur exclaimed. "Like at all." Merlin shook his head. "But it's almost a three day journey."
"Correct," Merlin replied easily.
"Well, can't you do something about it?" Arthur asked.
"Like what?" Merlin scoffed.
"Like using magic to get us something to eat," Arthur whined.
"Magic doesn't work like that," Merlin laughed. He had to admit seeing Arthur so distressed about the prospect of three days without bread was highly amusing.
"But I'm pretty sure you've magically filled water flasks before," Arthur countered, as if winning the argument would get him dinner.
"I can summon nearby water, but it has a very short range, and I have to be familiar with the water source," Merlin explained. "Or don't you remember when the unicorn's magic destroyed all the food and water in Camleot while I couldn't do a thing about it?"
"Oh right," Arthur grumbled. "Well, can't you summon food from Camelot then?"
"It's too far away," Merlin replied.
"What are we supposed to eat then?" Arthur exclaimed. If just the idea of going hungry was making him this cranky, Merlin hated to think what kind of travelling company he'd be by the time they got home.
Everyone else in this group knew what it felt like to go hungry and could probably make it the two and a half days without becoming a ball of rage. King Arthur did not fall into this category.
"Why don't we go into the woods and look for something to eat," Gwen suggested kindly. Merlin was grateful Gwen had been a blacksmith's daughter before her rise to royalty. If anyone could find something to feed the King it would be her, and Merlin really didn't want to deal with a hungry Arthur.
At once, Arthur's spirits returned. He started talking about all the types of animals they might find in this area that he could hunt.
"Though it will be rather tricky with only a sword," Arthur continued. "We really should have brought a bow."
"We could set traps," Gwen suggested. Arthur seemed much happier to go along with her suggestions than Merlin's, but Merlin didn't mind. It made things feel a little more normal when Arthur teased him, and Merlin didn't want to lose that part of their friendship.
Even if they did manage to catch something, Merlin knew he'd be cooking it. That is, unless Gwen offered to help. Somehow, Merlin doubted that. Maid Gwen might have, but Queen Gwen had trained herself out of such behaviours.
As Gwen and Arthur moved off towards the wood in the distance, they began to outstrip the group, and Merlin found himself alone with Mordred.
"I hope Arthur knows how lucky he is to have you at his side," Mordred said.
"I honestly don't know," Merlin replied. "But it doesn't matter, because that isn't why I do this."
"I know," Mordred replied. "Then and now you have the same reasons for your actions. I just wanted to say that that was some very impressive magic back there, Emrys."
"Thanks," Merlin said awkwardly.
He really didn't know how to talk to Mordred; the man put him on edge. To Merlin, it felt like at any minute something could switch inside Mordred, and suddenly he'd be running off to Morgana to betray and kill Arthur. But in reality, Mordred had never done anything to lose Merlin's trust, while Merlin had betrayed him countless times. It was a strange situation.
They walked in silence after that, following behind the foraging Queen. Between the mushrooms Gwen found and the boar Arthur killed, they ate pretty well that night.
With a full stomach, Arthur was much more like himself, which helped the group as a whole relax as they lay under the stars beside the fire.
Mordred and Gwen fell asleep first. Arthur got up as if to join his wife, but instead of turning the way Merlin had expected, the King came to sit across from him.
"These last few days, more than anything, have taught me that we made the right decision to return magic to the land," Arthur said in a small but confident voice. "Without your magic being out in the open, I would never have been able to save Guinevere."
"Even if you didn't know about my magic," Merlin replied. "I still would have done all in my power to heal her."
"But that would have been impossible," Arthur answered. "Since you needed me there to get her into the water."
"I mean, it would have been a lot more work," Merlin chuckled. "Aging spells take a massive amount of energy, and that healing spell was no picnic either. Whether I could have managed both at once I can't say, but that wouldn't have stopped me from trying."
"You know Merlin, I really don't know what I did to deserve a friend like you," Arthur began with a smile. "But I am more grateful for it everyday."
Merlin didn't know how to express what Arthur's words meant to him, so he just smiled.
"Now about this tab," Arthur began in a more teasing tone. "What chances do I have of ever paying it off?"
"Slim to none," Merlin laughed.
Arthur chuckled as well. "As I thought," he said, then bid Merlin goodnight and turned in the direction of his sleeping wife.
Less than five minutes later, Merlin heard Arthur snoring. Rather than sleep himself Merlin decided to stay up and keep watch over his friends.
Only a few hours into his watch, Gwen stirred. Merlin assumed she'd go right back to sleep, but instead she got up and came over to sit beside him.
"Have you gotten any sleep at all?" Gwen asked. Merlin just shrugged. "Let me take the next watch. You need rest."
"I don't mind," Merlin said, trying to sound sure, but his huge yawn just seconds later gave him away.
"Really Merlin, it's the least I can do," Gwen smiled at him. "You saved me. From the bottom of my heart, thank you."
"That's what friends are for," Merlin said, trying to brush off the compliment. He really wasn't used to getting the credit.
"What you've done goes way beyond what a friend would do," Gwen said. Then she turned to look down at her hands, her voice nervous. "I remember everything I did while I was under Morgana's spell. I told her who you were, and then I tried to kill you."
"It wasn't you," Merlin tried to assure her.
"Still, I remember doing it with my own hands," Gwen said. "And I just wanted to say I'm sorry. Your greatest enemy knows your secret because of me."
"With my magic being public, she would have found out eventually," Merlin smiled. "Don't worry about it."
Gwen smiled back which made Merlin feel a bit less awkward. If this continued, he'd have to learn how to take praise better than this.
"I think I'll take you up on your offer," Merlin said as he tried and failed to stifle a yawn. "I'm pretty tired."
"Sleep well," Gwen told him. "I'll wake you if the dragon comes back."
"You better," Merlin chuckled before laying down and closing his eyes.
Merlin woke to the bright sun streaming down on him, almost like it was midday, and he felt surprisingly rested.
"Why didn't you wake me?" Merlin said getting up quickly to try and make up for lost time.
"Gwen said you'd earned a good sleep, and I agreed with her," Arthur's voice came from behind. "You hungry?" Merlin turned around, and his mouth fell slightly open. They had a fire going, and he could smell something like roasting meat. Near the fire, on a bed of leaves, were a pile of berries. It seemed his friends hadn't been idle while he'd been sleeping half the day away.
"You found me breakfast?" Merlin asked, stunned.
"Since it seems you are incapable of creating something from nothing, yes, we had to get breakfast," Arthur said. His words almost seemed dismissive, but his tone was warm. Merlin felt like he was being teased and thanked at the same time.
"Don't just stare, dig in," Arthur said. "Honestly, you are such a cabbage head sometimes."
Merlin laughed a great deep laugh that lightened his soul. Then he headed straight for the food. It was all delicious. The berries burst open in his mouth, sweet and tart at the same time. Though they didn't have any seasonings for the meat, it was very fresh and perfectly cooked. Merlin felt sure that Gwen had been in charge of the cooking. The thought made him smile.
Packing up the leftovers for lunch later, they set their sights on home with full stomachs.
Merlin couldn't remember when he'd been happier. Even if he didn't have a clue how to express what their gratitude meant to him, he could feel its effects. Sure he'd done things before to save their lives and help them on their paths, but never so openly before. Always working from the shadows, always lying and sneaking around. He hadn't realized how much of a burden it had been.
When they arrived in Camelot, Arthur told the court that there had been an urgent personal matter he'd had to attend to - which was technically true - and had left it at that rather than directly lie to them. Loyal as they were, the knights didn't question their king.
The whole castle was too busy preparing for the arrival of their guest, Sarrum of Amata, to wonder what the King's strange personal business could have been. There was an energy of fast-paced preparation about the castle. Arthur in particular was getting more and more worried about the visit every day.
"I planned this before everything changed," Arthur said, in that voice he used when he wanted advice but didn't want to specifically say that he wanted advice. "Sarrum and my father were never friends, but they at least had a common enemy."
"And so do you and Sarrum," Merlin reminded him. "Morgana."
"Yes, but it always seemed to be that Sarrum cared about my father's fight against sorcery more than he cared about taking down one sorcerer." Arthur was pacing now, putting his nervous energy into his movements.
"You're worried that the legalization of magic will ruin your chances of peace with Sarrum," Merlin summed it up.
"Basically, yes," Arthur agreed. "Sarrum has always been more ruthless and cruel than my father. The fact that he agreed to peace talks at all is rather out of character for him."
"It could be he doesn't know about the change in laws," Merlin reminded his king. Arthur stopped pacing long enough to give Merlin a very dubious look. "Alright, fine, so that isn't likely. But still, he hasn't cancelled."
"He could be plotting something," Arthur suggested.
"If he is, then I'll stop him," Merlin said with a shrug. "Easy. So stop worrying."
"A king is always worrying," Arthur said.
"Yeah, and so is his servant," Merlin shot back. "The day I don't have to worry about you anymore will be a strange day indeed."
"Court Warlock," Arthur corrected him. "Not servant."
"Yeah, I know," Merlin said, squirming a little. "Just feels so odd. The thing I've been hiding my entire life, since before I could even walk, and now it's in my title."
"Well, get used to it," Arthur said. "'Cause I feel certain that Camelot is going to need your talents when Sarrum arrives."
Notes:
This chapter is a bit filler-y but it just seemed wrong to jump from saving Gwen to back at Camelot so this ended up a very travelling transition like chapter. Hope you enjoyed it anyway :)
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Sneak Peek Chapter 10"The last time I met you, you were ten years old," Sarrum said in a very condescending voice. "Uther held a tournament in your honour."
"I fight my own tournaments now," Arthur said as politely as he could. Sometimes he really hated politics.
"Hmm," Sarrum replied, shrewd as if studying him. "If rumors are to be believed there are quite a few other things you do on your own now as well. Things your father wouldn't've approved of."
"I am not my father," Arthur said calmly.
"That is more than obvious," Sarrum replied. "See, your father and I had a common interest. An interest that it seems you do not share."
"I take it you are referring to Camelot's recent change in its attitude towards magic," Arthur replied.
"Actually I was referring to your total disregard for your father's twenty year struggle against magic by allowing it within your walls," Sarrum snapped.
Chapter 10: The Visit
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Decked out in his finest armour - magically polished by Merlin just that morning - Arthur stood on the steps ready to greet his guests. The court physician stood at his right side and the court warlock on his left. The knights of the round table were standing in a V-formation spread out evenly on either side of Gaius and Merlin.
"We are most grateful to Sarrum for accepting our invitation, gracing our palace with his presence," Arthur began as the two dozen armed warriors came to a halt in front of him. "I welcome him and his warriors with friendship."
"The last time I met you, you were ten years old," Sarrum said in a very condescending tone. "Uther held a tournament in your honour."
"I fight my own tournaments now," Arthur said as politely as he could. Sometimes he really hated politics.
"Hmm," Sarrum replied, shrewd as if studying him. "If rumors are to be believed, there are quite a few other things you do on your own now as well. Things your father wouldn't've approved of."
"I am not my father," Arthur said calmly.
"That is more than obvious," Sarrum replied. "See, your father and I had a common interest. An interest that it seems you do not share."
"I take it you are referring to Camelot's recent change in its attitude towards magic," Arthur replied.
"Actually, I was referring to your total disregard for your father's twenty year struggle against magic by allowing it within your walls," Sarrum snapped.
"Recent events have led me to realize that we should judge our enemy by their intentions rather than their source of power," Arthur replied. "You and I wield swords while others wield magic. Both can be used for good and evil. Camelot had chosen to focus on the intent behind our enemies actions rather than the methods of those actions."
"I take it that means you are still an enemy of Morgana?" Sarrum inquired.
"So long as she threatens my people and my kingdom, yes," Arthur replied. "But it is her intentions, not her methods, by which I judge her to be my enemy."
"I see," Sarrum said coldly, without giving any indication of what his real thoughts were on the matter.
"Are you still willing to talk peace?" Arthur asked.
"Well, we did come all this way," Sarrum smirked. "And you promised there'd be food."
Arthur felt the tension in his shoulder relax a little. Maybe this wouldn't be as much of a disaster as he'd thought.
Less than an hour later, they were all sitting in the banquet hall. Gwen sat on his right and Sarrum on his left. Arthur was trying to keep up a conversation with the man, though he didn't feel like he was having much luck. The sudden change in laws had certainly put Sarrum on his guard.
"Even if you preferred my father's attitude towards magic, I feel we still have much in common," Arthur tried again to be diplomatic. Today was one of those days when he'd rather be fighting a beast than playing politics at a dinner table. "We share many allies and friends."
"Ah yes, but shared enemies are far more effective at turning sides," Sarrum said as he took a huge bite of the leg of meat in his hand.
"We have one of those in common as well," Arthur replied.
"Morgana," Sarrum stated.
"There is a rumour that you held Morgana prisoner," Arthur said. "Is it true?"
"As true as the rumour about your changed laws," Sarrum mocked him.
"How did you capture a high priestess?" Arthur asked, working hard to ignore Sarrum's mocking tone.
"I found her weakness," Sarrum smirked. He licked the fat from the meat he was eating off his fingers as he spoke, making the whole thing feel very vindictive. "Everyone has one, even a high priestess." There was something in his tone that made Arthur feel like Sarrum was hoping to uncover Arthur's weakness.
"A young dragon," Sarrum continued. "Her love for that creature caused her to suffer more than she ever imagined possible, but not more than she deserved."
Arthur couldn't help but think about that little white dragon that he'd seen helping Morgana on more than one occasion. Even before he found out about Merlin's magic, he'd always known Morgana wasn't a dragonlord - back then he'd believed the last dragonlord had died traveling with them - so he'd always assumed that Morgana was controlling the creature by some other means. From what Sarrum said, it seemed to Arthur that Morgana was controlling this dragon through loyalty and love alone. Even so, it made sense. If these creatures were as intelligent as Merlin said they were, then no doubt suffering for them like that would inspire loyalty.
Arthur couldn't help but hope Morgana's ability to love her dragon meant that there was still a small part of her that wasn't drowning in hate. Arthur could still remember the little girl he'd grown up with, the kind girl who cared for her servants and believed in a fair and just world. Sometimes Arthur missed that girl. He hardly recognized who she was now.
"I knew she wouldn't dare use magic against me - not while her beloved creature was at risk of harm," Sarrum continued, his tone unnecessarily cruel. "Such a shame. All that power. All that beauty. Abandoned and forgotten in a living grave."
"A harsh punishment," Arthur replied. "But it leaves hope of escape. Why not execute the prisoner instead?"
"Morgana is not so easy to kill," Sarrum replied. "I could hurt her for sure, but killing her seemed beyond my grasp. Besides, I prefer it this way. The dead do not scream."
"As the dragon grew the pit became too small," Sarrum continued, unprompted as if he were bragging. Arthur was starting to feel sick to his stomach, and Sarrum's gleeful tone wasn't helping. "Gradually, the creature was crippled, twisted. At night, you could hear its cries. They were even more heartbreaking than Morgana's." He smiled as he finished speaking and turned his attention back to his meal.
Arthur was glad not to have the man's attention for a moment. It gave him a chance to check his expression. Arthur wouldn't wish the things he'd done to Morgana on anyone, not even his enemy. This explained why the little white dragon he'd seen had looked so misshapen. The trouble now was whether or not to tell his dragonlord best friend that their guest was responsible for crippling one of his kin. That was not a conversation Arthur was looking forward to.
After their meal, their guest wanted to see for himself if Arthur was strong enough to fight his own tournaments. Arthur once again found himself holding back a rather rude reply. He was liking this man less and less with every moment they spent together.
It was a relief to have a sword in his hand again, even if it was only Sarrum's champion he was fighting. When Arthur lost to that champion, he wanted very much to believe it had been because his mind was otherwise occupied, and if he'd kept calm during the fight he'd have prevailed. In reality, Arthur knew he'd just been bested fair and square, but he really hated to admit it.
"You fight bravely," Sarrum said as the sparring match ended. Somehow even while giving him a compliment, Arthur felt like he was being insulted.
"That man wields a sword better than anyone I've ever met," Arthur replied.
"I trained him myself," Sarrum explained. "There is no room for failure in the fight against sorcery."
Once again Arthur felt like he was being studied. He was getting the distinct impression that Sarrum didn't want peace with a Camelot that accepted magic. Arthur suspected that Sarrum and his men were only here to hunt for Arthur's weakness. Magic didn't scare Sarrum, but it was making him cautious. Arthur couldn't help but wonder if Sarrum had figured out it was Merlin who had magic and what his actions might be if he did.
With his diplomatic duties fulfilled for the day, Arthur decided he needed some air and took leave of his guests for the evening, saying he would join them again for breakfast.
Once he was out of sight of Sarrum, Arthur let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Heading up to his room, hoping to see his wife, Arthur was pleasantly surprised to find both Gwen and Merlin present. By the way they turned and attempted to look casual at his arrival, Arthur felt certain they'd been watching everything from the window.
"I take it this means you saw me lose," Arthur said with a sigh as he began removing his belt and armour. Merlin came over to help him.
"We saw Sarrum cheat," Gwen reassured him, though Arthur could tell she was just being nice.
"Actually, I would have noticed if he'd been cheating," Merlin corrected. "At least, magically cheating. I could not count the times you've fought in a magically rigged match."
Arthur groaned. "Which means you cheated right back, and even the fights I thought I'd won were probably won by you, then?"
"I really only interfered when someone else was also using magic to try and make you lose the fight," Merlin defended. "So really, I was just evening the odds back up."
"Great," Arthur groaned. His armor off now, he let himself fall back onto the bed. "I wonder if any of my victories were real." He was staring up at his bed canopy now. "Never pulled a sword from a stone, never defeated Morgana, never won a fight without magic. Pretty useless king I turned out to be."
"None of that is true," Merlin replied quickly, but firmly.
"Oh really?" Arthur said in an almost joking voice as he sat up to look right at Merlin. "So you are going to tell me that sword would have still come out of the rock if you hadn't been standing right behind me?"
"Alright, no, but I wouldn't have let anyone else pull it out, so it amounts to the same thing," Merlin smiled.
"Yes, it amounts to you being special and me being merely present," Arthur summarized.
"Also wrong," Merlin said firmly. "And when did you start thinking about that sword in the stone thing anyway? I don't remember telling you about it."
Arthur turned to give Merlin a dubious look. "I'm not stupid," he said. "I am capable of putting two and two together, you know."
It was at this time that Gwen took matters into her own hands. She turned to Merlin and kindly but firmly asked him to leave her with her husband. Merlin obliged and once the door closed behind the warlock, Gwen walked around to sit on the bed with him.
"There now, no more of this wallowing," she ordered him. With a deep sigh of contentment, Arthur reached out and wrapped his arms around his wife. Sometimes it surprised him how much he loved her. Holding her close to him, Arthur was starting to feel better. Magically dependent or not, he was still the king, and the king had no time for pity parties.
Arthur tightened his arms around his wife, burying his face in her neck and taking a deep breath.
"I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you," Arthur said softly.
"I'm right here," Gwen assured him softly. Her arms were wrapped around him in return, and Arthur could feel her hugging him back tightly. The simple action was doing wonders at putting his fears and anxieties to rest.
"Thanks to Merlin," Arthur sighed. "I owe him more than can ever be repaid, and now I have to tell him what we've learned of the young white dragon. He isn't going to like it."
"Does he really need to know?" Gwen asked. She'd been listening to the whole conversation right beside him. Usually, Arthur would have sat Merlin at the table with him, but they'd all decided against it with Sarrum's hatred for magic.
"I owe him honesty, at the very least," Arthur answered her in the affirmative, though it came down to more than that. This was about loyalty, and Arthur had far more for Merlin than he did for Sarrum.
"In that case, maybe you should go find him," Gwen suggested kindly. He knew she was right, and with a great sigh he got up off the bed, turned, kissed his wife goodbye, and then left the room.
The trouble now was figuring out where Merlin had gotten to. First he tried the training grounds in case he'd gone to float swords with the knights, but only Gwaine and Elyan were there. As he left, Arthur reminded himself that Merlin wasn't stuipd enough to use magic so casually when they had guests such as Sarrum.
Next he tried Merlin's chambers, but found only Gaius.
"Lost him, have you?" Gaius chuckled. He was standing at his mixing table, great fumes coming from whatever ingredients he was combining.
"Did he tell you where he was going?" Arthur asked.
"No," Gaius replied. "Just said he wanted to check something and ran off."
"Great," Arthur sighed.
"Not to worry," Gaius said easily. "I am sure he'll turn up, especially if you need him for something."
Arthur simply nodded, then turned and left, closing the door on the strange smells coming from Gaius's potion as he did so. Without really thinking about it, Arthur found himself wandering around the courtyard. He almost wanted to check the tavern, even if he knew Merlin never actually went there. He was running out of ideas. Then again, Gaius was right; Merlin did have a habit of always showing when Arthur needed him most. There really was nothing to worry about. He just wanted to tell Merlin about the little white dragon and get it over with, but the warlock was - very inconveniently - nowhere to be found.
It was then that Arthur felt a sudden sharp point against his back. He was standing in the middle of the courtyard nowhere near anything sharp. Arthur knew at once that he hadn't accidentally backed into something. This was a knife.
"I've been doing a little digging," Sarrum's voice came from behind, punctuated with an additional pressure on the knife pressing against his clothes. Arthur could feel its point touch his skin and knew his tunic was no kind of armour.
"And it seems the magic protecting Camelot is merely a servant boy," Sarrum continued. "His weakness was rather easier to determine than Morgana's."
Sarrum's next words sounded closer and Arthur knew he had leaned in to say, "That weakness is you, Arthur Pendragon."
His voice returned to his previous distance as he continued. "I couldn't have planned it better. Punishing you for betraying your father's legacy while crippling your kingdom's defenses in one easy move." Arthur could hear the malice in his voice. Sarrum enjoyed this. The hatred and glee coming off him was threatening to make Arthur nauseous. Even so, he had to think of something or this wouldn't end well.
"Now walk," Sarrum ordered, and Arthur did as he was told. He needed to buy time until an opportunity presented itself. He could not allow Merlin to fall into Sarrum's trap.
"Your information is wrong," Arthur tried to bluff. "Merlin will not care one way or another that you have a knife at my back."
"That is not what I hear," Sarrum replied, with no hint of doubt in his voice. Arthur would have to think of something else.
Sarrum was leading him out of the courtyard and down a dark corridor. Recognizing the passageway, the king had a fair guess where he was being taken. Arthur tried to control his thoughts, but he couldn't help imagining the living grave Sarrum had told him about - the one Morgana had rotted in for years. Was that what Sarrum had planned for him? To turn Arthur into the lock on Merlin's cage?
Arthur could feel where the knife was pressing against his back more with every moment. He felt certain it had broken the skin by now, even if only a little. He hated feeling so helpless. This was so much worse than losing that fight earlier. At least then he'd had a sword in his hand. Now he was nothing but a hostage.
Sarrum stopped making him walk when they reached the end of the dark corridor, and Arthur knew he'd been right about where they were going. This was the entrance to his own dungeons.
"Once the king is locked up and his magic under my control, there will be nothing but a serving girl left between me and the throne," Sarrum said, before shoving Arthur into the cell.
Arthur had just managed to turn around and face the door when he felt a sharp point in his back again. This time he risked turning his head to see who it was. They clearly wanted him alive for now so it seemed worth the risk. In the dark Arthur was just able to make out Sarrum's champion behind him, with his sword pressing into Arthur's spine.
"Hostages are best guarded, wouldn't you agree," Sarrum smiled.
Arthur couldn't so much as move without risking a sword through his chest. All he could do was stand perfectly still and hope… hope for what? For Merlin to show up and fall into the trap? The situation seemed impossible. This was the man who had imprisoned Morgana, High Priestess of the Old Religion, for three years! He was not to be trifled with.
Arthur wasn't sure how long he just stood there. It didn't take him long to learn that slowly inching away from the blade was a useless strategy. It only caused the blade to be pressed harder against his spine as his guard moved forward with him. That was not a plan that had any hope of working.
"I was looking for Merlin when you found me," Arthur said. "No one knows where he is. Your trap will never be sprung before my knights start wondering where I am."
"Your knights pose no threat," Sarrum mocked him. "Only the sorcerer matters. Once he is stopped, Camelot is as good as mine."
Arthur wasn't about to admit Sarrum had a point. He knew his knights would never do anything against Sarrum while he had Arthur at sword point. The situation seemed hopeless.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps made Arthur look up. Someone was coming down the corridor. Arthur wasn't sure who he should hope it was. The last thing he wanted was to be the cause of Merlin's imprisonment, but at the same time, the warlock was his only hope.
"I heard you are looking for me." It was Merlin's voice. The sound made Arthur's hopes soar and plummet at the same time.
In the dark, Arthur saw Sarrum's arms move and for the first time noticed he was carrying a crossbow. He must have picked it up after he'd put Arthur in the cell. In the dark Arthur had missed it until the weapon had been raised higher.
"Everyone has a weakness," Sarrum began. "If you want to see your king alive again, you will do exactly as I say."
"And what is it that you want?" Merlin asked. His voice was calm, almost too calm. Arthur wasn't sure what to make of it.
"Like Morgana before you, I will hold you powerless as long as I have your weakness under my control," Sarrum replied, victoriously.
"There is a flaw in your logic," Merlin said, and again his voice was calm. "Shall I point it out to you?"
Sarrum seemed taken aback by this. Arthur saw him hold the crossbow more securely, making sure it was pointed right at Merlin.
"I am not Morgana," Merlin exclaimed, his suddenly powerful voice echoing off the walls. Arthur saw the glow of Merlin's eyes stand out boldly against the darkness. "I am Emrys, the one Morgana fears most. The likes of you never had a chance of overpowering me."
Arthur could hear a faint, almost stifled, sound behind him, like Sarrum's champion was in pain, but resisting it. Deciding to take the chance, Arthur turned around again. The sword at his back didn't follow suit. Arthur looked as the champion tried to hold onto the sword that glowed red hot, as if it had been a forge for hours. Finally the man gave in, dropping his sword and falling to the ground in agony.
Clearly unwilling to give up just because his hostage was no longer at sword point, Sarrum didn't waste any time releasing the arrow pointed at Merlin's heart. Arthur was still trapped in the cell, but he wasn't worried anymore.
As the arrow moved through the air Arthur saw Merlin's eyes glow again and the arrow stopped cold, floating just a foot from Merlin. With a slight movement of his head along with another glow from his eyes, Merlin turned the arrow back on its sender.
Before Sarrum could so much as speak, the arrow hit him, piercing his body armor and causing him to fall to the ground.
Arthur was so fixated on Sarrum that he must have missed Merlin's eyes glow again, because a second later the cell door in front of him flew open.
"Are you alright?" Merlin asked as he moved closer to where Arthur stood. His voice was back to normal now, the one Arthur had known all these years. Even so, Arthur hardly knew how to reply. He had never seen a display of power such as this. It was hard to believe even though he'd witness it with his own eyes.
"I thought magic required spells," Arthur said. "Incantations. Words." Arthur could remember very well that Merlin had had to speak an incantation to move the swords in the training yard. He also felt sure Merlin had spoken when he'd healed Elyan and moved those stones in the Dark Tower. Even when he had levitated the supplies for their trip to the Cauldron, Merlin had spoken aloud. Sure, he'd made the fire dance a bit without speaking, but somehow it didn't feel the same.
"Usually yes," Merlin replied easily. "But I've been moving objects with my mind since before I could walk. Or so my mother tells me. You know this, Arthur." Merlin smiled as if nothing had changed, as if the warlock hadn't just put on a display of power like Arthur had never seen before. Yes, Arthur had heard the stories, but seeing was a whole new kind of believing.
Still a bit overwhelmed, Arthur managed to walk forward out of the cell. He looked around, taking in Sarrum on the ground with an arrow in his chest and his champion curled up on the ground in the cell, clutching his hands.
"What do you want to do with them?" Merlin asked.
It took Arthur a rather long time to reply. It felt somehow strange to have Merlin ask such a question when it was him who had incapacitated both men, while Arthur had stood there uselessly. Suddenly all those stories Arthur had heard of the things Merlin had done were much easier to imagine.
"I think that should be up to you," Arthur continued. "When all this happened, I was actually on my way to find you. Gwen and I learned something that I think you deserve to know." Arthur then told Merlin the story of the little white dragon and what Sarrum had done to it.
"I see," Merlin said slowly once Arthur was done talking. Arthur could see the anger on his friend's face as plain as day, but it was a controlled anger.
"I know you are a dragonlord but what exactly is your connection to Morgana's dragon?" Arthur asked.
"I hatched her," Merlin explained. "Gave her the name Aithusa. She is my responsibility."
And just like that, Merlin turned his attention to Sarrum, who still lay on the ground at their feet.
Merlin leaned down to speak to Sarrum, his voice calm but full of fury.
"You have crippled a creature far better than yourself," Merlin told him. "There is no punishment I could devise that would atone for this a thing. I had planned to heal you once I'd saved Arthur, but now it seems that is not worth the effort."
"Please," Sarrum said, his voice garbled by the blood pooling in his mouth.
"The world will be a better place without your hatred, Sarrum," Merlin said, calmly and he stood up and looked down on the man while he drowned in his own blood.
The sight was chilling to watch. Arthur was having a hard time with the fact that the man he was watching deal out vengeance was also the same goofy kid he'd been teasing relentlessly for the last nine years.
Next, Merlin turned his attention to the champion still in the cell. "If you hadn't tried to hold onto that sword for so long, your burns wouldn't be this bad," Merlin told the man. "Even so, you'll live. When you leave here, take a message back to your homeland for me." The man nodded, as if eager to assist and not die the way his master had. "Tell them Camelot is protected."
Notes:
What do you think of this new version of how Sarrum's visit to Camelot went? I'm hoping it feels in character and plausible! Please review and tell me what you think. :)
Also I am hoping to have this story done before Christmas. I have two other stories on the go right now and I'm hoping finishing this one will help me get back into writing the other ones.
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Sneak Peek Chapter 11Merlin had almost gotten used to this, though he couldn't say he was completely accustomed to being a pivotal figure in Camelot's politics. Arthur came to him for advice more and more each day. Merlin was used to giving Arthur advice. He was, however, less used to Arthur giving him the authority to represent his kingdom. The more time he spent helping Arthur in his office instead of polishing armour, the more Merlin was feeling like a court official.
As he left Arthur to the rest of his kingly paperwork, Merlin began thinking up how to best contact Alator. It wasn't like he knew exactly where to find the Catha leader, and going on a mission blind seemed like a bad idea. Even so, he'd have to come up with some way. One idea he had was to contact the druids. They might know how to get in touch with Alator. Either way, it was a problem to be solved tomorrow. The hour was growing late, and Merlin felt sure he'd come up with better ideas come morning.
Merlin's mind was still very much occupied when he walked back into his and Gaius's chambers. He was halfway to bed when he first noticed something was wrong. It looked like there had been a struggle. A stool was knocked over, and a small table lay on it's side. Merlin looked around more thoroughly, and instantly fell into a panic when he saw Gaius's still body laying on the ground.
"Gaius!" Merlin called out as he moved quickly to his mentor's side. He was relieved to find Gaius breathing, though he was still unconscious. Who could have done this, and to what purpose?
But first things first. Merlin magically lifted Gaius's still form off the ground and onto his bed. Then he performed a basic reviving spell, and Gaius opened his eyes.
Chapter 11: The Result
Notes:
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It had been a week or so now since Sarrum's death and his men's hasty departure. Merlin felt certain they would think twice before trying something similar again, especially with their mastermind dead. No, Merlin wasn't worried about them anymore. With the kingdom back to the state of relative calm, he was once again concerned about Mordred and the prophecy.
Arthur on the other hand was thinking about alliances that might actually work.
"I've been thinking we should approach Helva next," Arthur was saying. "They won't disagree with us about magic and could prove a useful ally."
"It makes sense," Merlin replied. "Especially since we already have allies within Helva's walls. Should be an easy alliance to make."
"What do you mean?" Arthur asked.
"Don't you remember when I told you the Catha were on our side?" Merlin explained.
"Honestly Merlin, sometimes it's hard to keep track of all the things you tell me these days," Arthur sighed. "I do recognize the word Catha though."
"I first learned of them when Morgana had them kidnap Gaius to learn of my identity," Merlin began. "But once they learned who I was, they turned on Morgana and sided with me. They also live in Helva."
"And who exactly are these Catha?" Arthur asked.
"The Catha are an order of priests of the Old Religion. The one I met was named Alator," Merlin began. "He is a High Priest of the Old Religion. He might be the last one, though I know there are less powerful magic users who follow him." Merlin decided to leave out the fact that this particular order was highly skilled in the art of torture. There was such a thing as too much information, and Arthur didn't look like he should be informed of that particular fact at the moment. No matter their skill set, Merlin knew the Catha to be his true allies, and he wanted Arthur to agree with him.
"And you believe they would make good allies?" Arthur asked.
"I know them to already be my allies," Merlin replied. "Which makes them yours as well by association."
Arthur merely nodded at Merlin's words. He seemed to be thinking hard about something.
"In that case, I feel it's probably best if you approach them on my behalf," Arthur said after a moment's silence. "Make sure he knows about Camelot's change in attitude towards magic before you invite him to join us."
"I can do that," Merlin said.
"And then there is the city of Helva itself," Arthur continued. "I bet they will need to be approached separately."
"Makes sense," Merlin agreed.
"How much power does the Catha hold over Helva?" Arthur asked. "Who should be approached first?"
"That, I am not sure about," Merlin replied. "Though, as I already have a rapport with Alator, it makes sense to start there."
"Very well," Arthur said. "I leave it in your capable hands, then."
Merlin had almost gotten used to this, though he couldn't say he was completely accustomed to being a pivotal figure in Camelot's politics. Arthur came to him for advice more and more each day. Merlin was used to giving Arthur advice. He was, however, less used to Arthur giving him the authority to represent his kingdom. The more time he spent helping Arthur in his office instead of polishing armour, the more Merlin was feeling like a court official.
As he left Arthur to the rest of his kingly paperwork, Merlin began thinking up how to best contact Alator. It wasn't like he knew exactly where to find the Catha leader, and going on a mission blind seemed like a bad idea. Even so, he'd have to come up with some way. One idea he had was to contact the druids. They might know how to get in touch with Alator. Either way, it was a problem to be solved tomorrow. The hour was growing late, and Merlin felt sure he'd come up with better ideas come morning.
Merlin's mind was still very much occupied when he walked back into his and Gaius's chambers. He was halfway to bed when he first noticed something was wrong. It looked like there had been a struggle. A stool was knocked over, and a small table lay on its side. Merlin looked around more thoroughly, and instantly fell into a panic when he saw Gaius's still body laying on the ground.
"Gaius!" Merlin called out as he moved quickly to his mentor's side. He was relieved to find Gaius breathing, though he was still unconscious. Who could have done this, and to what purpose?
But first things first. Merlin magically lifted Gaius's still form off the ground and onto his bed. Then he performed a basic reviving spell, and Gaius opened his eyes.
"Merlin," Gaius mumbled.
"What happened?" Merlin asked.
"Someone came in," Gaius said. "Knocked me out from behind. I don't know what they were after."
"At least you are alright," Merlin smiled.
"That is hardly the point," Gaius said, trying to sit up in bed. "It is no easy thing to break into Camelot. They must have had a purpose." Gaius managed to sit up rather easily, and so Merlin let him stand, though he still kept a close eye on the old man to make sure he wasn't about to fall over.
"We should search to see if something was stolen," Gaius replied. "Or left behind."
"Good idea," Merlin agreed.
They spent a solid quarter of an hour combing through the room looking for signs of why the intruder had come. It wasn't until they searched Merlin's room that they found something.
"Come here," Gaius called from the other room. "I think I've found something under your bed."
Merlin put down the books he'd been holding and walked towards his bedroom door. Before he reached it Merlin heard a loud thud and Gaius cried out. Merlin began to run.
Gaius was sitting on Merlin's bed, his face almost completely covered by what looked like a huge slug. Worried Gaius would suffocate, Merlin tried to magic the slug off Gaius but to no effect. Instead he picked up the nearest heavy object and used it to whack the slug off Gaius.
The slug fell to the ground where Merlin hit it again with the pointed end of the shovel he was holding. When the slug stopped moving, Merlin decided it was dead and turned to Gaius.
"Are you alright?" Merlin asked.
"I think so, yes," Gaius said. "What a nasty thing. And as it was under your bed, we can be pretty confident it was a trap for you, not me. If the intruder had wanted me, they had ample opportunity while I was unconscious."
"Are you sure you're alright?" Merlin asked again. He didn't like the idea of Gaius taking the hit for him.
"Maybe a little weak," Gaius said. He looked down at the creature. "Even so, we should find out what kind of creature it was." And with that, Gaius tried to get up, likely to check in his books, but he very clearly didn't have the energy.
"I'll look it up," Merlin said, moving forward to stop Gaius from trying to get off the bed. "You rest."
If he hadn't fallen asleep at that moment, Merlin felt sure Gaius would have disagreed with him. Merlin couldn't help but wonder if the slug had poisoned him. He felt sure this was a trap set by Morgana. Her first attempt to kill him after discovering his identity had failed. It wasn't surprising she'd tried again. If anything happened to Gaius, it would be Merlin's fault.
The trouble was that Merlin wasn't completely familiar with Gaius's system for organizing his books. Since the change in laws, Gaius had been able to display even his once illegal books openly and had thus reorganized the entire collection. Merlin was still failing to find the correct book when he heard the frame of his bed creak and saw Gaius returned to the main room.
"Didn't I tell you to rest?" Merlin reminded him.
"I am feeling much better," Gaius said. "And I doubt you've managed to find the right book without me."
Merlin couldn't argue with that, what with the piles and piles of books stacked around him. Gaius looked through the books on the table and discounted them all. He then went up the stairs and pulled a very old, very dusty book off a shelf that Merlin would never have thought to check and brought it over to the table.
"That was a creature of the Old Religion," Gaius said. "I'm almost sure of it." The book hit the table with a loud thud. Gaius opened it and turned to the chapter on creatures. Within minutes, he'd found the image he was looking for with an inscription at the bottom.
"It is the sign of the Gean Canach," Gaius said reading from the book. "A fearsome creature forged by the tears of the earth mother Nemaine. It devours the magic of others, draining them of their power."
"I thought all such creatures were destroyed in the Great Purge?" Merlin asked.
"All but one, it would seem," Gaius continued. "We can only count ourselves lucky that it got me instead of you, which I feel certain was Morgana's intention."
"I might have interrupted it in time," Merlin said hopefully. "Try doing magic."
As if to humor him, Gaius attempted a small bit of magic. Nothing happened. Merlin almost couldn't believe it possible that magic could be stolen like that. The idea scared him more than he was willing to admit.
"My magic is a small sacrifice to make," Gaius said kindly. "I am an old man, and nearly thirty years out of practice. My magic has no power to shape the future. If you had lost your power, Merlin, the entire kingdom would be in great danger."
Even though he knew Gaius to be sincere, Merlin couldn't help but feel guilty. It was his fault Gaius had lost a part of himself, and yet there was another part of Merlin who couldn't help but feel overwhelmly thankful he hadn't been attacked by the slug. The idea of not having his own magic scared him in a way he'd never known before. The idea of being that helpless, that useless to protect the people he loved, was a worst nightmare that Merlin hadn't even imagined was possible until this moment.
"It seems Morgana has realized you are harder to kill than she thought," Gaius continued. "Destroying your source of power must have seemed like the next logical step. We should expect more such attacks in future."
Merlin wanted to tell Gaius he was sorry, but the words just wouldn't come out. His mentor somehow seemed to know what was bothering him. Gaius reached out his hand and gently rested it on Merlin's shoulder before looking him right in the eyes.
"You are not to feel guilty about this," Gaius said. "Do you hear me? This is the best outcome we could have hoped for from such a trap. If you had found it first, I hate to think what the consequences would have been."
Merlin only nodded mutely.
"Right. Well, I think it's time we cleaned this place up," Gaius said.
"Let me," Merlin said with a forced smile. He raised his hand and chanted an incantation. The stool righted itself. The broken bottles fixed themselves, though there was no saving the liquid they'd once contained. The table returned to its normal place, and all the books filed themselves away on the shelf where they belonged, or at least where Merlin put them. He wasn't totally sure he'd gotten Gaius's system right, but at least they were put away.
"Ah, lovely," Gaius said. "Now there is time for a cup of tea before bed."
Merlin served the tea, and they drank it in comfortable silence. Merlin kept watching to see if Gaius was actually more upset than he seemed, but he couldn't find any sign of it. Either Gaius was a very good actor, or he had really made his peace with losing his magic forever.
"Now all that is left is disposing of that slug and its box," Gaius continued. "I think it's best I do that in case it has any other tricks up its sleeve. Why don't you sleep in my bed tonight? Just in case."
"If that's what you think best," Merlin replied. He didn't think it mattered at this point. The damage was done, but if it would make Gaius feel better, then that was what mattered.
Despite his mixed feelings about the whole situation, Merlin managed to fall asleep quite quickly. His troubled mind wasn't able to keep his exhausted body from rest. Even the strange feeling of sleeping in someone else's bed couldn't stop his eyelids from falling.
Merlin awoke to the light coming in the window. The first thing he did was check on Gaius, who was already awake and working on remaking the liquids that had been destroyed by their intruder last night. At Gaius's request, Merlin fetched them both breakfast from the kitchens.
No matter how hard he looked, it seemed to Merlin like Gaius was okay, so he decided not to worry about it anymore, or at least to try not to think about it. It wasn't like he didn't have other tasks to complete and prophecy problems to worry about.
"That is a good question," Gaius replied when Merlin asked him over breakfast how best to contact Alator. "I can't say I have any more knowledge about that than you do. In the past, it has always been them who contacted us."
"It's possible they'd do that again," Merlin continued. "If they've heard about the change to Camelot's laws."
"Possible, but not a guarantee," Gaius agreed. "Probably still best to seek them out. If Morgana's trap last night proves anything, it is that we are in need of more magical allies than we currently have."
Just then, they were interrupted by a member of the castle staff bursting into the room.
"The king needs you," the woman said. Merlin couldn't remember the woman's name, though he felt sure she was a maid in the castle. "He asked me to fetch Merlin right away."
"You'd better go," Gaius said, smiling at him before turning his attention back to his breakfast.
Merlin got up and followed the maid down the hall and through corridors until they exited into the courtyard. There he saw Arthur standing at the top of the stairs. What he hadn't expected to see was the group of about a dozen men and women standing at the base of the stairs looking up at Arthur. Merlin recognized the man standing right at the front of the group.
"You certainly work fast," Arthur whispered as Merlin came to stand beside him. "The Catha are here."
"But I haven't contacted them yet," Merlin replied. He glimpsed only a second's confusion on the king's face before Arthur turned back to his guests with his diplomatic expression firmly in place.
Alator raised both hands, one of which held a staff, and turned his attention to Merlin.
"Long have the Catha considered themselves the allies of Emrys and the world he hopes to build, even if not openly so," Alator began in a loud, deep, yet non-threatening voice. "But today we can finally come out of the shadows to pledge open and official loyalty to Emrys and all those he stands with."
"Camelot gratefully accepts your allegiance," Arthur said. "And welcomes you within its walls."
Though it was obvious Arthur's words mattered to them, it was also clear by the way everyone in the group turned to look at Merlin, that his words were not the ones they were looking for.
"Umm," Merlin said awkwardly. This was even stranger to him than all the credit he'd been getting lately. Servants didn't get the attention like this.
"It is you, Emrys, that we will follow," Alator continued. "And it is you who must welcome us." He got down on his knees then, and with him, every other member of his party.
"Yes, yes, I welcome you," Merlin said, nervously. "Just please, don't bow."
To Merlin's great relief, all of them stood up, though some still had their heads bowed.
"We would also like to extend our welcome and offer of friendship to Helva itself. If there is anyone here who could send a message to their ruler, it would be much appreciated," Arthur continued.
"It can be arranged," Alator replied easily.
"If it is welcome to you, I can arrange a meal to celebrate our alliance," Arthur continued.
Arthur then went on to invite them all to stay the night, offering comfortable guest rooms to them all. The Catha took him up on their offer, even suggesting one of their number remain behind to assist in the defense of Camelot and display their alliance to others. Arthur agreed to that as well.
Everything seemed to be going so smoothly. So why couldn't Merlin shake his nagging worries?
Notes:
What do you guys think about this chapter? In the show Morgana is currently hunting down the Catha to hear Emrys's identity. Obvious in my story she already knows who Merlin is so I thought it would make sense for the Catha to display a more official alliance with Merlin since they no longer have anything to hear from Camelot or Arthur. Now that Morgana doesn't have a spy in Camelot (Gwen) to try and kill Merlin I thought it made sense for her to try something else and since in the show her first act after learning Merlin's secret was to send that slug I thought she was likely to do it again. This time though Merlin wasn't returning from a trip to the tavern with Arthur and was therefore paying more attention so things went a bit differently.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter. :D
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Sneak Peek Chapter 12Arthur woke to the very familiar sound of Merlin’s voice, along with the abrupt opening of the curtains. This had always been his servant’s favourite way of waking him, but today Arthur’s hangover wasn’t in the mood.
“I’m the King of Camelot,” Arthur groaned. “If I want to sleep in I will.”
“Ah but what fun is there in that?” Merlin laughed.
Just then Arthur had an idea. He sat up in bed and looked the warlock right in the eye. “Can magic cure hangovers?” he asked.
“Probably,” Merlin shrugged. “I’ve just never tried it.”
“Consider this an order from your king to learn how to magically cure hangovers,” Arthur said as he forced himself out of bed.
Merlin laughed. He was standing there holding a clean set of clothes for Arthur like he had almost every morning since the day Uther had employed him.
“You know you don’t have to do this anymore, right?” Arthur stated.
Chapter 12: The Trial
Notes:
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The sun had set long ago, and the celebrations were coming to an end. Arthur couldn't believe the alcohol tolerance of these Catha. He felt sure the castle stores would still be depleted for many weeks to come; it was a small price to pay to gain such a powerful ally so effortlessly. Even if Merlin hadn't explained that he'd been allied with the Catha for many years now, Arthur felt sure he would have figured it out by just how easily this alliance was forged. Every one of their guests had taken him up on a bed for the night, though he knew most would be gone by midday. The one they'd chosen to stay behind was a woman named Finna. Unlike their overnight guests, Arthur had assigned her permanent chambers within the castle walls.
With all the arrangements settled, Arthur made his way to bed for the evening. Though tired, Arthur was quite pleased with how the banquet had gone. Camelot had a new and powerful ally to call on, which was never a bad thing, especially with Morgana still at large.
When he reached his chambers, Arthur found his wife already asleep. Moving quietly so as not to wake her, the king stripped off his fancy clothes and crawled into bed. With Gwen beside him and the blankets wrapped around him, sleep came almost instantly.
Arthur woke to the very familiar sound of Merlin's voice, along with the abrupt opening of the curtains. This had always been his servant's favourite way of waking him, but today, Arthur's hangover wasn't in the mood.
"I'm the king of Camelot," Arthur groaned. "If I want to sleep in, I'll sleep in."
"Ah, but where is the fun in that?" Merlin laughed.
Just then, Arthur had an idea. He sat up in bed and looked the warlock right in the eye. "Can magic cure hangovers?" he asked.
"Probably," Merlin shrugged. "But I've never tried it."
"Consider this an order from your king to learn how to magically cure hangovers," Arthur said as he forced himself out of bed.
Merlin laughed. He was standing there holding a clean set of clothes for Arthur like he had almost every morning since the day Uther had employed him.
"You know you don't have to do this anymore, right?" Arthur stated.
"Do what, sire?"
"Act like my servant," Arthur reminded him. "I promoted you, remember?"
"Being your servant feels normal," Merlin answered with a smile. "All this being an official warlock stuff is strange after an entire life of hiding."
Arthur couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have felt like for Merlin to hide so much of himself from everyone he knew for so long. Arthur suspected he'd never fully understand. The best he could hope for was to accept and support his friend. Understanding was beyond his grasp.
"Still, I could get someone else to do this kind of stuff if you want," Arthur continued.
"Nah," Merlin said again with a smile and a dismissive wave of his hand. "Besides, most of it is really easy with magic, and it's always fun to come up with annoying ways to wake you up in the morning."
Arthur narrowed his eyes. Warlock or not, he really should have more respect for a king. Then again, when had Merlin ever behaved like he was supposed to? Getting him to do as he was told had proven difficult enough.
"Hurry up and get out of bed," Merlin continued. "Or your wife won't leave you any breakfast."
It was true that Gwen hadn't been in the bed when he'd woken up. Arthur knew she'd been smart and hadn't had as much to drink at dinner last night as him, so her hangover probably wasn't nearly as bad as his. From what Merlin said, it sounded like she'd beaten him to breakfast as well.
"Oh, alright then," Arthur gave in and allowed Merlin to help him.
"Oh, and there is one more thing," Merlin said. "It still feels odd to be able to tell you such things, but since things have changed now you should probably know. I mean, it sort of concerns you even if- actually, most of the magical stuff I haven't told you over the years actually concerned you a great deal, it was just you rarely believed me or would have hanged me so-"
"We haven't got all day," Arthur interrupted. Despite his recent knowledge that Merlin could kill him without so much as raising his hand, Arthur had to admit he still loved teasing the man.
"Gaius and I encountered a magical trap last night," Merlin explained. "We feel pretty confident it was set by Morgana."
"What kind of trap?" Arthur asked, his teasing tone gone. This sounded like a serious security threat.
"There was a creature under my bed," Merlin said. "A creature that can drain the magical ability of another."
And suddenly Arthur's heart rate spiked. He could feel himself become instantly anxious. "It didn't get you, did it?" he asked in a hurry.
"No," Merlin said, but his voice wasn't as relieved as Arthur expected it to be. He seemed solemn. "It got Gaius."
"Oh," Arthur said, unsure how he was supposed to react to this news. Honestly, he was relieved. Gaius's magic was not necessary to the defence of Camelot the way Merlin's was. Surely this was a good thing.
Merlin didn't reply, but rather kept busy with his old servant chores. If Arthur had to guess, he'd say Merlin was feeling guilty. Arthur felt this was completely unnecessary and wished he could stop his friend from sulking, but wasn't sure how to go about it.
"Is the creature still a threat?" Arthur asked.
"No, I killed it," Merlin answered. "Just not fast enough."
"I'll post guards at your quarters," Arthur continued. This he could do, even if it wouldn't improve Merlin's mood. "Honestly, I should have done it as soon as your identity became so public."
Arthur was all dressed now, and he was about to turn and leave the room when he realized something.
"Doesn't this mean that Morgana thinks your magic has been neutralized?" Arthur asked.
"Maybe," Merlin replied.
"If that's the case, I suspect she is planning an attack," Arthur theorized. "It makes sense. Killing you didn't work, so she tried something else. She knows you are her biggest obstacle to overtaking Camelot." Arthur paused for a moment then added, "On second thought, I'm going to double the guards on your door."
"That hardly seems necessary," Merlin replied, but Arthur wouldn't budge on this one.
"Even with the Catha on our side, you are the only match for Morgana herself," Arthur reminded him. "Camelot can't afford to lose you."
"You know, in some ways, it was a lot simpler when Camelot didn't know that," Merlin sighed.
"When have our lives ever been simple, Merlin?" Arthur chuckled.
"Try never," Merlin replied. "Then again before I came here, life wasn't all that complicated. I mean sure, I had to hide my magic, but other than that it was pretty much your average small town living."
Arthur decided not to reply to that, and opted for leaving the room and heading down to breakfast instead. When Arthur saw his wife sitting at the breakfast table, he very quickly saw that Merlin's threats had been empty. Rather than saving it all for herself, his lovely wife had made up a plate for Arthur.
"Sorry Merlin, if I'd known you'd be joining us I'd have had one ready for you too," Gwen said, smiling.
Merlin responded that it was fine, and he had already eaten breakfast with Gaius this morning anyway. At that, he bid them farewell, saying he had a few other things to accomplish before lunch.
"Sometimes I think he works too hard," Gwen said with a sigh once Merlin was gone.
"Oh, I know he does," Arthur agreed.
"Even so, he seems a bit more out of sorts than usual this morning," Gwen observed.
"He was attacked last night by Morgana," Arthur continued. "Some kind of trap to destroy his magic. He's alright. It seems Gaius sprung the trap instead of him."
"Ah, that explains it," Gwen sighed. "There isn't anything Merlin wouldn't do for Gaius. He must be feeling pretty helpless right now."
"We should prepare for an attack by Morgana," Arthur continued, giving her the details about why he believed this necessary. "I plan to address the knights later this morning, and I'm going to double the guards on any party venturing outside Camelot's walls."
"And I will check the food stores," Gwen continued. "Make sure we have enough in case there is a siege."
Arthur nodded. It was a good idea. Arthur had been of a mind to go hunting later today, but with Morgana likely to attack any time, he decided it was best to wait. Gwen agreed with him. After breakfast, Arthur kissed his wife goodbye before getting up from the table and attending to his tasks for the day.
Within a few hours, all the orders had been given and the subsequent changes made. If Morgana came, they'd be ready for her. It wasn't until he started thinking about lunch that Arthur realized he'd forgotten something. She was such a new resident of the castle, he wasn't surprised he'd missed her. Arthur made his way to Finna's chambers and knocked on the door.
"Come in," he heard a female voice reply, presumably Finna's.
"Sorry for intruding on you, but there's been some news I thought you should know," Arthur said as he entered. Finna gestured for him to continue and Arthur explained all about the attack on Merlin's magic and how he felt sure this meant Morgana planned to strike while she believed Camelot to be vulnerable.
"A logical conclusion," Finna smiled at him. "Thank you for informing me."
"You're welcome," Arthur said, feeling a bit out of place. He was about to turn to leave when her voice stopped him.
"I have to admit, when Alastor told me what he had planned, I didn't believe it," Finna said, still smiling. "I never thought I'd live to see a Camelot that accepted magic."
"Some days I can hardly believe it myself," Arthur replied with a light chuckle.
"And yet it is of your own making," Finna continued. "If not for you, the world would still be divided."
"I can't take all the credit," Arthur replied. "It was really more Merlin than me."
"Yes, Emrys is important to be sure," Finna continued. "Only he can carry our hopes into the great battle to come, but you and he are not so unalike, both two sides of the same coin."
"Whatever that means," Arthur said awkwardly. "I'll leave the magical metaphors to Merlin, I think."
She laughed. "A wise decision," she said. "From a wise king."
"Thanks," Arthur said, though he wasn't feeling particularly wise lately, what with learning just how much magic had been going on under his nose over the last ten years.
After leaving Finna's quarters, Arthur headed back to his chambers for lunch. He wasn't remotely surprised to see Merlin there serving him.
"You have gotten more and more punctual," Arthur said as he sat down to eat. "I assume that's magic related. Did you float all this stuff in here, then?" He smiled, hoping to get a smile from Merlin, but no such luck.
"I am perfectly capable of carrying dishes without floating them," Merlin replied.
Arthur put down his lunch and turned to Merlin. "Take the rest of the day off," Arthur told him. "Maybe even tomorrow as well. You are clearly upset about Gaius. Don't worry about me."
"But-" Merlin began to object, but Arthur wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"No, but," he said firmly. "Even when I thought you spent all your time in the tavern, I always knew you worked hard, and now I know just how indebted to you my kingdom and I are. You deserve a day off. Hell, you probably deserve months off, but let's start with a day. I don't think Camelot nor I could cope if you were gone a whole month."
"But what would I do with myself?" Merlin asked.
"That is up to you," Arthur replied, turning back to his lunch. "Find a hobby, train with the knights, make new friends, help Gaius, take a nap, whatever you want."
"Whatever I want," Merlin said in a small voice, but it wasn't like he was asking a question. It seemed more like he was trying to wrap his mind around the concept.
There was a moment of silence while Arthur ate and Merlin just stood there. Merlin's confused reaction made Arthur feel even more sure Merlin needed a day off.
"Well, what are you still doing here?" Arthur asked.
"Right," Merlin said quickly, as if he was following an order, then he quickly left the room.
Arthur sighed. He wouldn't be surprised if Merlin spent his day off working. The man just didn't know how to relax even a little! Oh well. There was only so much Arthur could do about that. He could lead a horse to water but he couldn't make it drink. Merlin would have to figure that out for himself.
After lunch, Arthur was informed by Leon that his patrol had encountered a decimated Camelot supply wagon. All the weapons had been stolen and all the knights protecting it killed. They'd captured only one person at the scene, a young woman who had freely admitted to aiding one of Morgana's attacking Saxon groups. The knights informed him they were only able to catch her because her leg was injured and she couldn't walk.
Arthur ordered treatment for her leg and when she could stand he asked for her to be brought before him. Arthur wanted to see her for himself before sentencing her to anything.
It wasn't until the next day that Gaius came to Arthur and informed him of the girl's recovery.
"Her name is Kara, sire," Gaius told the king. "And she has been a rather frustrating patient. Only Merlin was able to apply the medicine without difficulty."
"I thought I ordered him to take some time off," Arthur sighed.
Gaius chuckled. "We both know he never listens."
"Truer words were never spoken," Arthur sighed. "Have the knights bring her to the courtroom this afternoon."
"Yes sire," Gaius said with a bow of his head. He was about to turn to leave, when Arthur stopped him.
"Are you alright?" Arthur asked. "Merlin told me you fell into the trap set for him."
"I will confess, it does feel slightly strange at times, but I had so little magic to lose. I sometimes forget it's gone," Gaius replied. "Really, we are just lucky it didn't get Merlin."
"That's what I said," Arthur agreed. "But clearly, Merlin doesn't see it that way."
"He is as stubborn as ever," Gaius smiled. "Thinks he can save everyone all the time. Forgets to think of himself. He's quite a bit like his mother in that regard, even if his magical gifts come from his father. I always believed it was Hunith's heart that turned those talents to such a noble cause."
"That I can believe," Arthur replied. "Glad to hear you are well. Have a knight call me when she is ready for questioning."
"Will do, sire," Gaius said and this time when he turned to leave, Arthur let him.
About an hour later, Arthur found himself in the court, his knights standing all along the walls as the prisoner was brought in for her trial.
The girl was young. If he'd had to guess, Arthur suspected her to be barely in her twenties. She had brown hair and a very determined look in her eyes. She stood before him with chains around her wrists, and yet her expression was that of someone determined to bring him down. Arthur had to admire her resolve, even if it was aimed against him.
"Were you part of a cohort of Saxons who attacked an armed shipment bound for Camelot?" Arthur asked her. Even if she'd technically answered this question for the knights, Arthur didn't want to leave any stone unturned.
"Yes," Kara replied simply.
"Were you acting under the orders of Morgana Pendragon?" Arthur asked next.
"What I did, I did for myself," she replied. "For my people and for our right to be free."
"Who are your people?" Arthur asked, but the girl didn't reply.
"She's a druid," one of his knights called out. He assumed they'd learned this while bringing her in. Arthur didn't take his focus off the girl to see which knight had spoken.
"I have no quarrel with the druids," Arthur told the girl. "There is even a druid among my knights. There was no need for you to fight Camelot to free a people already free."
"I've spent my life on the run because of my beliefs," Kara replied. "And seen those I have loved killed."
"Once, maybe," Arthur continued. "But I am not my father, and Camelot is not the same place it once was. Your anger is unfounded."
"My anger is justified. You and your father have brutally and mercilessly heaped misery on my kind," she said firmly, with a deep hatred in her voice. "It is not I, Arthur Pendragon, who needs to answer for my crimes. It is you."
"I have no power to change the past," Arthur told her. "I am, however, doing all I can to mend the future. Magic is safe within Camelot's walls once more, and you have no reason for the conflict you so clearly seek."
"A lifetime of pain can not be so easily overridden," Kara replied, with hatred in her voice.
"Not if people aren't willing to accept change, it can't, no," Arthur continued in a calm voice.
"People don't change," Kara shot back. "They can pretend, but in the end it amounts to nothing."
"In your words, I hear the voice of Morgana," Arthur said, once again being sure to keep his voice calm even as hers became more agitated. "Morgana wants Camelot for her own reasons. She believes that she deserves the throne. She is not fighting for your cause. She cares not about your people or their suffering, but only for herself and her own goals."
"Lies!" Kara shot at him.
"Either way, you stand before the court today, not because of an act of sorcery or sedition, but because of an act of murder. Your actions have brought about the deaths of many good men and threatened the lives of many more."
"They were casualties of war," Kara replied. "And I would do the same again, for I will not rest until you and your kingdom are dead."
"You've shown no remorse for your actions," Arthur said with a heavy heart. "I have no choice but to declare you an enemy of Camelot. At dawn tomorrow, pursuant to the laws of this land, you will be taken from your cell and hanged."
The trial was over. Arthur gestured to the guard and they came forward to return the prisoner to her cell.
This was not the outcome Arthur had wanted. If she'd shown even the slightest hint of remorse, he could have done something for her, but there had been nothing but hatred in her eyes. It didn't look very good for a druid to be the first execution performed by Camelot since the law changed, and yet Arthur had no choice. The law was clear, and it had nothing to do with magic. Any ordinary mercenary who'd been in the same situation would have faced the same fate.
Notes:
What do you guys think of the chapter? I used some direct quotes from Kara's trial in the show but overall changed it to fit the new world Camelot is now. I thought about making her less angry but then I re-watched the episode and man was so PISSED. I just couldn't imagine all that hate disappearing so fast. Oh and anyone got a guess as to which knight called out 'she's a druid'? ;)
So far still on track to get this story done by Christmas. *fingers crossed* I really need to get back to writing my other two neglected stories at some point. *Awkward emoji here*
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Sneak Peek Chapter 13On the way back to the quarters, Gaius told Merlin that the girl was to appear in court before the king once her leg was better.
"If he's just going to sentence her, why cure her first?" Merlin asked.
"You can be sure Uther never would have done it," Gaius replied with a nod. "He'd have had the girl dragged into the court with a bleeding leg. It's a small mercy but shows how very different Arthur is from his father."
"I suppose," Merlin replied, but he thought it was more than that. "I think Arthur wants her to repent."
"Well she is a druid," Gaius said. "Not an easy execution to order right after you change your entire kingdom to accept people with magic."
"Even so she didn't seem all that sorry," Merlin observed. "Most druids know who I am at once, but she was glaring at me like I'd done her a great personal wrong."
"She was still more cooperative with you than with me for her treatment," Gaius replied.
"I just don't understand why a magic user would be so angry with Camelot the way it is now," Merlin said perplexed. "It doesn't make sense to me."
Chapter 13: The Restless
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
So far Merlin had cleaned his room, helped Gaius make the prescriptions for the day, and read his magic books. Despite all this, there were still many hours left in the day, and Merlin hadn't the first clue what to do with them.
"Okay, I'm off to make the morning rounds," Gaius told him as he gathered up his tiny bottles full of various potions. "Don't die of boredom before I get back."
"Ha ha," Merlin replied sarcastically.
Merlin did not want to admit to himself that he didn't know what to do with time off. Even if working on his day off was rather an admission of this fact on its own, Merlin decided not to think about it as he opened the first magic book. Nothing he looked up was helping very much. Maybe it was less about healing and more about undoing whatever adverse effects had been done.
Merlin's attention was pulled from the pages to the door as he heard it open. Gaius walked in with his empty prescription bag.
"Still alive I see," Gaius said. "Though with the number of books on that table, am I right in thinking you didn't manage to relax?"
"I'm doing research for the king," Merlin said defensively.
"The very same king that gave you forced time off?" Gaius said with a raised eyebrow.
"Gaius, what is the cause of hangovers?" Merlin asked, ignoring Gaius's question.
"Dehydration," Gaius replied.
"Ah so what I need is a rehydration spell then," Merlin concluded, speaking more to himself than to his mentor.
"What are you trying to do now?" Gaius sighed, moving forward into the room and putting his things down on the table.
"Cure a hangover," Merlin admitted.
"Surely someone as important as you can find better uses for their time," Gaius pointed out.
"Hey, it's my day off," Merlin argued.
"To relax," Gaius reminded him. "Not work more."
"This is relaxing," Merlin argued. Though he wasn't really sure if that was true. It had been so long since he'd had time for himself, Merlin wasn't quite sure what relaxing meant anymore.
"Your magic's meant to shape great kingdoms, build a brighter future," Gaius told him. "Not mend headaches."
"Why can't it do both?" Merlin asked.
"If you refuse to relax, then I'm going to put you to work. You can help me tend to a leg injury," Gaius continued.
"Fine by me," Merlin replied, getting up from the table covered in magic spell books and moving over to Gaius.
"And what do you think you are doing?" Gaius said sternly.
"Helping you?" Merlin replied cautiously. The older man turned and pointedly looked at the mess Merlin had left on his table.
"Oh right," Merlin said. With a few words and a small gesture of his hand, Merlin had all the books magically put away.
"You better hope they are all back in their proper place," Gaius continued. "I just finished reorganizing them from the last time you magicked them onto the shelves in the wrong order." He paused for just a second before adding, "If you really want something to do on your day off, try memorizing my sorting system."
"How is that any more important than curing hangovers?" Merlin asked.
"It's more important to me," Gaius replied. "Now come here and watch as I make the medicine."
Merlin decided not to aggravate Gaius any more than he already had, even if the idea seemed entertaining. Instead, he was a good apprentice and stood at his teacher's side, watching carefully. Merlin had learned a great deal about non-magical healing from Gaius over the last nine years. Even with his powers, it was still a useful skill to know. After all, not all ailments could be cured by magic.
"There," Gaius said as he held up the finished medicine. "Now we just need to deliver it. Follow me."
Merlin followed behind as Gaius led him to their patient. It wasn't until he realized they were heading to the dungeons that he had questions.
"They captured someone who was part of a Saxon raid on a Camelot supply wagon," Gaius said in answer to Merlin's inquiry. Merlin was going to ask another question, but they were too close now. He didn't want to be overheard by the prisoner.
The guards let them in and Gaius approached, but the girl was wary, almost hostile. Next, Gaius instructed Merlin to try applying the medicine. She seemed a bit better with him, but still so angry. She grimaced as the medicine did its work on her leg. It was then that Merlin noticed the mark on her skin. This girl was a druid.
"There, that should help," Merlin said, trying to put some kindness into his voice. He wanted to soften that hateful cloud she had hanging over her. The girl spoke not a word in return. Instead she just looked at him with hatred in her eyes. Merlin had never before met a druid with such dislike for him. It wasn't a pleasant feeling.
Once they left the cell and had moved out of earshot of the guards, Merlin spoke first.
"What's going to happen to her?" he asked.
"Once her leg is healed, she is to appear in court before the king for sentencing," Gaius replied.
"If he's just going to have her hung, why cure her first?" Merlin asked. "It doesn't make sense."
"You can be sure Uther never would have done it," Gaius replied with a nod. "He'd have had the girl dragged from her cell to her hanging with a bleeding leg, likely without a trail and all because of who she is." Gaius sighed in that way he did when he thought about the past with regret. Then he added, "Seems to me that curing her is one of those small mercies that shows how very different Arthur is from his father."
"True, but I think it's more than that," Merlin replied. "I think Arthur wants her to repent."
"Well, she is a druid," Gaius said. "Not an easy execution to order right after you change your entire kingdom to accept people with magic."
"Even so, she didn't seem all that sorry," Merlin observed. "Most druids know who I am at once, but she was glaring at me like I'd done her a great personal wrong."
"She was still more cooperative with you than with me for her treatment," Gaius replied.
"I just don't understand why a magic user would be so angry with Camelot the way it is now," Merlin said perplexed. "It doesn't make sense to me."
"You weren't there during the Great Purge," Gaius said sadly. "That kind of betrayal and pain doesn't just wash away because a law changes and by the look in her eyes, that pain has affected her deeply."
"I suppose," Merlin sighed.
"Not everyone can focus on the good the way you can, Merlin," Gaius reminded him. "Not all of us are that enlightened."
"I don't know about 'enlightened'," Merlin replied, feeling like he was being complimented for something he'd never done.
"The other thing to consider here is that we haven't actually seen her do any magic," Gaius reminded him. "Not all druids have powerful magic. That's why they take in apprentices like Mordred."
"I never thought of that," Merlin replied. It was one thing to be hunted for something you had but to be hunted for something you were presumed to have because of who raised you was unjust to a whole new level.
Turning the corner, Merlin saw the oh-so-familiar door he'd come to call home. Standing on either side of that door were two very unfamiliar guards. He knew Arthur was just trying to help, but Merlin had to admit even if only to himself that the guards felt strange. He'd never been something to be protected before, at least not by anyone other than his mother, and not since he was a child. Merlin had always been the one protecting other people. The idea of him being guarded was going to take some serious getting used to.
Moving past the guards, Merlin and Gaius entered their chambers. Gaius started his usual puttering around, even checking on the books Merlin had magically put away earlier. Merlin felt sure he'd be in for a lecture if even one book was misfiled. The question now was what to do while he waited for said lecture. Should he get back to his magic research? Or maybe just take a nap? He'd been standing staring at nothing for a whole minute before Merlin came to the conclusion that he hadn't a clue what to do with himself. Days off were so overrated; they were just a lot of time with nothing to do. He supposed he could go float swords with the knights, though somehow the idea didn't appeal at the moment.
It wasn't quite lunchtime yet, but Merlin decided to go collect their meal anyway. After they'd eaten, he actually considered taking a nap to kill time, but couldn't fall asleep with the sun up.
Frustrated, Merlin did end up killing time practicing swords with the knights before collecting some herbs for Gaius and turning in early for the night. Tomorrow he'd just start work like normal, and this whole day off nonsense would be over.
To his great dismay, that didn't happen. The next morning, Arthur had someone else bring in his breakfast and Gwen was helping him dress when Merlin arrived. Arthur reminded him it was his time off and sent him on his way. Merlin was faced with yet another day with absolutely nothing to do.
Merlin could not remember time passing any slower before in his life. He'd barely managed yesterday and now he was faced with not just most of the day, but a whole day without work.
"I think it's time to admit you're a workaholic, Merlin," Gaius informed him after lunch that day.
"I'm just a busy person," Merlin said. "I haven't had time to slack off for nine years and suddenly Arthur just springs this on me. How was I supposed to react?"
"You were supposed to be grateful," Gaius reminded him.
"I appreciate the thought," Merlin replied. "But the reality is rather less enjoyable than I imagined."
Gaius chuckled. "Only you, Merlin, could turn a day off into a bad thing."
Merlin hadn't quite decided how he was going to reply when the sound of their door bursting open saved him the trouble. Merlin turned to see a very distressed Mordred enter the room.
"I've come to beg for your help, Emrys," Mordred began, looking right at Merlin as if Gaius wasn't there.
Merlin had to admit he was surprised. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"The druid girl in the dungeons," Morgred began. "She's been sentenced to death. I've tried to reason with Arthur but he won't budge. He says she's dangerous, but she's not like that. Not really. Please can you talk to him, get him to change his mind?"
"We both know the king isn't very fond of changing his mind," Merlin replied.
"But if anyone can do it, it's you," Mordred countered.
"Why are you so desperate to save her?" Merlin asked.
"We were close as children," Mordred admitted, though reluctantly. "I've known her all my life. Please, please help me save her."
Merlin could easily see how desperate Mordred was. There was a crazed look in his eyes, one that Merlin could interpret.
"You love her, don't you?" Merlin said softly. Mordred didn't seem to be able to answer in words. Instead he simply nodded.
And suddenly, Merlin understood the prophecy. This had to be it, the reason Mordred would change sides. Since the day Mordred had stabbed Morgana in the back to save Arthur, Merlin had always been wary of his loyalty reverting back to Morgana. But despite Merlin's distrust of the man, Mordred had simply proved time and time again that he was loyal to Arthur and Camelot. It had never made any sense. That is, until now. Merlin could only imagine what emotional effect this girl's death would have on Mordred, but based on the desperation in his eyes, Merlin had to guess it would be a disaster.
"I will talk to the king," Merlin said.
Mordred looked so relieved, it was as if the execution had already been cancelled. He thanked Merlin very sincerely, and then turned and left the room as if he were worried Merlin would change his mind if prompted further.
"Do you really think you can change Arthur's mind?" Gaius asked when Mordred was long gone.
"I have to," Merlin replied. "Because this is it. Mordred's reason for turning sides. It has to be. The timing is too perfect. Morgana is about to attack, thinking she's destroyed my magic, and now Mordred is about to have a reason to hate and betray Arthur. This is the prophecy Kilgharrah warned me about nine years ago when Mordred was first in Camelot. That makes it my destiny to prevent it."
"Even so, I don't think the king will listen to you," Gaius replied.
"He will if I tell him everything," Merlin continued. "And I know just who to ask for help."
And just like that, Merlin was out the door. He could picture Gaius standing where he'd been, looking confused but there wasn't time to fill him in completely. Merlin had to find Finna, and then he had to get to Arthur.
Notes:
I'm sure it's obvious by now that my plan to have this story done by Christmas totally and completely failed. First my cat stopped eating and it was a very stressful week trying to figure out why. I thought I'd have to put her down for a moment there until we figured out the little princess had cracked her tooth in half and didn't want to eat cause it hurt. So then we had to book her tooth extraction appointment and man are vet's expensive! That and my editor being quite busy over the holiday ruined my plan, but I still want to get this story finished in a timely manner, even if I have failed at the xmas deadline.
I hope you all had a wonderful holiday and happy 2022!
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Sneak Peek Chapter 14Arthur was still disheartened by having to execute the druid girl. Mordred's pleas for her life had only made him feel worse about it. He kept going round and round the trial in his head. The more Kara had spoken at her trial, the more Arthur's hope for her redemption had vanished. It was such a shame to see so young a person so blinded by hatred. She was a danger to Camelot, and Arthur had no other choice. Besides, none of her crimes had involved druid magic, or magic of any kind for that matter. Any ordinary person in her situation would have received the same punishment. Even if Camelot hadn't changed its laws on magic, Arthur doubted that would have changed anything, since Arthur had made peace with the druids before the law had changed.
Kara didn't care about any of that. She was blinded by her own hate. Arthur was trying to make a better future, but all she could see was the horrible past.
No matter how Arthur looked at it, his sentence was fair. Mordred would understand that in time.
The sudden sound of his office door bursting open, made Arthur look up. There stood Merlin with their new Catha guest at his side. Between the intense look on his friend's face, and the way they'd entered the room, Arthur knew it was bad news. He waited for Merlin to speak first.
"If you execute the druid girl in your dungeon, you will die!" Merlin exclaimed with great energy.
Arthur let out the breath he'd been holding. "You had me worried there, Merlin," he said, relieved. "I thought Morgana was at the gate."
Chapter 14: The Prophecy
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Arthur was still disheartened by having to execute the druid girl. Mordred's pleas for her life had only made him feel worse about it. He kept going round and round the trial in his head. The more Kara had spoken at her trial, the more Arthur's hope for her redemption had vanished. It was such a shame to see so young a person so blinded by hatred. She was a danger to Camelot, and Arthur had no other choice. Besides, none of her crimes had involved druid magic, or magic of any kind for that matter. Any ordinary person in her situation would have received the same punishment. Even if Camelot hadn't changed its laws on magic, Arthur doubted that would have changed anything, since Arthur had made peace with the druids before the law had changed.
Kara didn't care about any of that. She was blinded by her own hate. Arthur was trying to make a better future, but all she could see was the horrible past.
No matter how Arthur looked at it, his sentence was fair. Mordred would understand that in time.
The sudden sound of his office door bursting open, made Arthur look up. There stood Merlin with their new Catha guest at his side. Between the intense look on his friend's face, and the way they'd entered the room, Arthur knew it was bad news. He waited for Merlin to speak first.
"If you execute the druid girl in your dungeon, you will die!" Merlin exclaimed with great energy.
Arthur let out the breath he'd been holding. "You had me worried there, Merlin," he said, relieved. "I thought Morgana was at the gate."
"I'm serious, Arthur," Merlin said in that same intense voice. Over the years, Arthur had so rarely heard his friend use this voice that he couldn't help but remain cautious, despite the bad news being much less real than he'd expected.
"No one can know what might happen based on something that's about to happen," Arthur reasoned. "We all just do the best we can at the time."
"I have seen it with my own eyes," Merlin continued with great determination. "Just as I was destined to serve you, it is Mordred who is destined to kill you. There is a prophecy."
"A prophecy?" Arthur inquired. He knew Merlin would never joke about such a thing, but it seemed ridiculous to him. He turned to Finna to see if she would back up Merlin's claim.
"It is true," Finna confirmed. "My people have known about it for some time. We have been warned what will happen if you trust the druid boy."
"Nine years ago, when we first met Mordred, I found out about the prophecy," Merlin said. "He is destined to kill you. You meet on the battlefield, swords clash, before you see who is standing before you. And in your moment of hesitation, Mordred's sword cuts you down."
"That doesn't make any sense," Arthur said with a shake of his head. "Mordred has always been loyal. He has no reason to kill me."
"Right now, he doesn't," Merlin reminded him. "But if you kill the woman he loves, what motivation will he have then?"
"I doubt he loves that girl," Arthur continued.
"I saw it in his eyes when he came to beg for my help," Merlin said. "They were childhood sweethearts."
Arthur just stared at them. Looking back and forth from Finna to Merlin. She was standing at his side, as if to support every one of Merlin's words.
"Imagine how you would have felt if your father had executed Gwen all those years ago," Merlin continued. "Someone who you respected and had been loyal to, killing the woman you loved. How would that have affected you?"
Arthur didn't want to say it out loud, but he knew exactly how to answer the question. Arthur would never have forgiven his father for ending Guinevere's life. He couldn't even imagine a world in which Merlin hadn't saved her. The thought was too painful.
Merlin had likely read the answer on Arthur's face as he didn't ask for a verbal reply.
"Now imagine that scenario, but you have powers like me, and there is an enemy of Camelot just outside our walls, trying to wipe us out," Merlin continued.
And now Arthur could see what Merlin meant. Even if you didn't believe in prophecies, the path such a heartbroken man would take under such circumstances seemed obvious.
This prophecy did explain a few things however, like why Merlin had always been so distrusting of Mordred. Arthur could remember more than one occasion when Merlin had chastised him for not killing Mordred when he'd had the chance. Merlin was always on guard when Mordred was around. Until this moment, Arthur had thought the whole thing to be some silly overreaction of Merlin's.
Then Arthur remembered thinking a while back that at times it almost seemed as if Merlin could see the future. This prophecy explained that as well.
"So what you're saying is that everything over the last nine years has come down to this one decision," Arthur summed up. "To execute the girl or not to."
"I believe that will be the defining choice that dooms or saves Camelot, yes," Merlin agreed.
"Even so, I can't just let her go," Arthur continued. "She's too much of a risk."
"Keep her locked up, then," Merlin suggested. "Make her work, I don't care, just anything but killing her. Even if you just delayed her execution until after Morgana's invasion, that would be something."
"I'll think about it," Arthur said. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention."
He'd intended that to mean that they could go, but neither of them moved an inch. Just from her expression and stance, Arthur felt sure Finna would have followed Merlin into hell itself; therefore merely standing beside him against a king's hints that it was time to leave was nothing to her.
"You have to do more than think about it, Arthur," Merlin continued in an all too serious voice. "You have to promise me you'll change your mind. Her death is not worth your life."
"And if I don't change my mind?" Arthur replied, curious what Merlin intended.
"Then I will have to help her escape," Merlin stated simply. His voice now was monotone, almost soulless. "Mordred is likely to follow her, which might put them right in the path to join Morgana anyway, but it is the lesser of the two risks."
"You really believe that?" Arthur asked, stunned at his friend's determination.
"I really do," Merlin replied. "I haven't spent my entire adult life protecting you just to fail now."
Arthur knew Merlin wasn't joking. He would go against all his king's orders and break the girl out if Arthur didn't change his mind. He also knew that there wasn't a single person in Camelot that could stop him.
Merlin's loyalties had always been so certain, so unchangeable. Arthur had never once thought what it would be like to have Merlin against him, but just now he could suddenly imagine it perfectly. The idea scared him more than Morgana's impending invasion. It would not be wise to go against Merlin to such an extent that he would himself turn traitor.
"You leave me no choice," Arthur said slowly. "But to change my verdict. The girl will be locked up indefinitely."
Merlin didn't speak but merely bowed his head and moved backward out of the room. Finna followed suit. Though on paper the Catha were now Camelot's allies, Arthur had always suspected they were more Merlin's allies than his. Finna's actions today confirmed that. If Arthur hadn't given in, she would have been right there with Merlin helping the girl escape.
It was all rather a lot. Arthur didn't like the foul taste their exchange had left in his mouth. Rationally, he knew Merlin was doing all this to protect him and Camelot, same as always, but he couldn't help but feel betrayed.
Seeking comfort, Arthur left his desk and went in search of his wife. Often when he was having a bad day, Arthur found simply being in her company could make everything better.
He found her in the kitchens, checking on dinner. Thanks to her old life as a servant, Guinevere was much more involved with the day to day affairs of Camelot than Arthur imagined any princess would have been. He couldn't help but smile at the thought. She was far more useful than she gave herself credit for, and if he did fall in battle, Arthur felt sure his kingdom would be in good hands with her.
"There you are, my love," Arthur said as he approached from behind, wrapping both arms around her.
"Were you looking for me?" Guinevere replied playfully.
Arthur addressed the kitchen staff next, making her excuses as he required the queen's presence. As they left the room, Guinevere was giggling, though Arthur hadn't a clue why.
"What's so funny?" he asked once they were alone on the other side of the kitchen doors.
"You didn't see the looks on everyone's faces as we left did you?" Guinevere sniggered.
"No," Arthur said, confused.
"No matter," Guinevere said, taking his arm and smiling up at him. Arthur felt sure she wasn't about to tell him what was so funny, and maybe he didn't want to know. By now they'd reached the stairs and climbed up out of the kitchens into the main halls of the castle.
"How can my presence assist you today?" Gwen asked him, still with a playful tone to her voice.
Arthur sighed. "I just needed your company," he admitted.
"What happened?" she asked. Arthur conveyed the entire conversation he'd just had with Merlin as they continued walking down the hall towards their chambers.
"I can see why that would be frustrating," Guinevere sympathized with him.
"Thanks," Arthur replied.
"Even so, you know Merlin's only goal is to protect you," Guinevere continued. "And as I don't want to be widowed anytime soon, I have to agree with him. It's a simple enough change to make, given the potential for such a catastrophic outcome."
"I suppose," Arthur sighed. "Still, it felt wrong. It's the first time I've ever been able to imagine Merlin and I being on opposite sides." He tried to hold back a shiver as the image reappeared in his mind.
"Well, we both know that will never happen," Guinevere scoffed.
"You didn't see his face," Arthur said. "It was cold and so very determined."
"I don't think there's anything Merlin wouldn't do to save your life," Guinevere replied easily. "And I know exactly how he feels."
Arthur pulled her arm closer to his. He was already feeling better. The way Guinevere saw the world always put his mind at ease. They were approaching the door to their chambers now, and Arthur had to unlink their arms to open it.
"I suppose I am lucky to have such protective people at my side," Arthur smiled at her.
"And in Merlin's case, powerful as well," Guinevere added. She had turned around with her back to him to close the door. When she faced him again she was looking at him with a glint in her eyes. "So was talking about Merlin really the only reason you came to find me?"
"Uh, yeah," Arthur said, confused.
"Well then, it seems you didn't deserve any of your staff's pointed looks," Guinevere giggled.
And suddenly Arthur understood what he'd missed downstairs.
"Oh, well, in that case," Arthur said, grinning as he moved forward and scooped his wife into his arms, planting a deep and passionate kiss on her lips.
After over three years of marriage, all their initial shyness and uncertainty had long since faded away. Now Arthur knew where on her neck Guinevere liked to be kissed, and she knew exactly how to drive him crazy in return. Getting Guinevere out of her beautiful, flowing dress was always more complicated than Arthur's belt. Before his marriage, Arthur had never realized how much laughter and joy could be found in the arms of a loving wife.
By the time they were both lying still once more on their bed under the blankets, Arthur's bad mood was nothing but a distant memory.
That was, until he saw the look on Guinevere's face when she laid her hand over her flat stomach. Arthur knew she wanted a child, but after three years with no signs, he wasn't very hopeful.
"It's okay," Arthur said softly, moving his hand to rest over hers.
"I know," Guinevere sighed. "I know we've talked about it enough. It's out of our hands. I guess I just wish— I mean, isn't it a queen's duty to provide her king with an heir?"
"None of this talk," Arthur said, firmly. "You are my heir."
Arthur had by now figured out that Merlin had lied to him all those years ago. His father's quest for an heir had been the reason for his mother's death, and Uther's subsequent rage had created almost three decades of hatred and death directed at all those with magic. Arthur had never told Merlin he'd figured this out. He was grateful that Merlin had stopped him from killing Uther, and he didn't feel like the topic needed to be brought up again. Arthur would never have been able to live with himself if he'd killed his father, and Merlin had known that more than him. Either way, what mattered now was not repeating Uther's mistakes. An heir would come or it would not.
"I can't help but wonder if you'd married someone else, maybe by now there'd be a child," Guinevere said in a quiet voice.
"Or maybe it's me that's the problem," Arthur replied kindly. "There is no way to know, and I wouldn't change a thing." He leaned forward then and kissed her forehead. She was smiling up at him as he pulled away.
"I love you," she told him. "With all my heart."
"Being married to you has been the greatest joy of my life," Arthur whispered to her. "I could never love another."
Her arms reached for him and Arthur followed suit, wrapping his arms around her tightly. There wasn't any feeling in the world to compare to holding the woman you love close to your heart, and Arthur would never take her for granted.
Notes:
I've done a bit of planning and I think this story will have at least 18 chapters by the end. Don't quote me though since it's rare that I can keep to my plans. lol I remember once planning a story to be a one shot... then suddenly it was 8 chapters...
I'd like to thank you all for such lovely reviews. ^_^ I really appreciate it.
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Sneak Peek Chapter 15What was done was done. Merlin had to focus on what was coming. He knew Kara was still a danger and decided it was best to have someone he trusted more than Mordred keep watch over her. He ran this idea by Finna and she volunteered to be of assistance.
"Are you sure?" Merlin asked her. "I don't know how the next few days will unfold."
"It is my destiny, Emrys, to serve you until the end," she replied. "I could wish for nothing more."
"Alright then," Merlin said, slowly. He really wasn't used to the way the Catha revered him. "Now we just need to find and tell Mordred.
They found Mordred in the knight's armory room, looking rather lost. The second Mordred saw Merlin he perked up, moving closer and asking how it went with Arthur.
"He won't let her go," Merlin began. "But he won't be executing her either. She's going to be held prisoner for the time being."
"Thank you," Mordred replied. "That's something at least."
Chapter 15: The Waiting
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Merlin felt horrible for the way he'd forced Arthur to agree to spare Kara's life. The look of betrayal on his friend's face haunted him, but he also knew Arthur wouldn't have agreed under any other circumstances. Merlin just kept reminding himself that this was all about saving Arthur's life. He could live with his friend's resentment if it meant keeping him safe.
What was done was done. Merlin had to focus on what was coming. He knew Kara was still a danger and decided it was best to have someone he trusted more than Mordred keep watch over her. He ran this idea by Finna, and she volunteered to be of assistance.
"Are you sure?" Merlin asked her. "I don't know how the next few days will unfold."
"It is my destiny, Emrys, to serve you until the end," she replied. "I could wish for nothing more."
"Alright then," Merlin said, slowly. He really wasn't used to the way the Catha revered him, but he needed the help. "Now we just need to find and tell Mordred."
They found Mordred in the knights' armory, looking rather lost. The second Mordred saw Merlin he perked up, moving closer and asking how it went with Arthur.
"He won't let her go," Merlin began. "But he won't be executing her either. She's going to be held prisoner for the time being."
"Thank you," Mordred replied. "That's something at least."
"I have asked Finna here to keep watch over Kara to make sure everything goes smoothly," Merlin continued, making it sound like protecting Kara was the goal so Mordred would agree. There was no need to tell him that Finna's real job was to protect others from Kara.
"How long will she be locked up?" Mordred asked.
"I'm not sure," Merlin replied. "A while. I'll see what I can do to make the cell more comfortable for long term use. Camelot has never had a long term prisoner before, and there aren't any better holding areas."
"What about a guarded guest chamber?" Mordred asked.
Merlin was reluctant to agree to such a thing. It seemed to him that it would be far easier to escape from chambers than from a prison cell.
"Maybe in time," Merlin lied. It was important that Mordred have hope if his loyalty was to remain with Camelot. "For the moment, I must be going, but I'm leaving Finna here to monitor things."
And with that, Merlin made his exit, while Finna stayed behind. He was very grateful she was willing to do the everyday task of watching over the potential disaster he'd created. Despite his being able to prevent Kara's death, Merlin still had this sinking feeling in his stomach like everything was about to go wrong.
But what did that help? A gut feeling was useless if he couldn't act on it. Even if he knew Morgana would attack, he couldn't tell from where, and Arthur had already strengthened all their borders. Merlin just wished he could know where the attack would come from. Without that information, all they could really do was wait. Merlin hated waiting, especially when he wasn't sure where he would be most useful.
Merlin was passing back and forth in the hallway now, unsure where to turn or what to do. Should he be researching magical protection spells? Or maybe going to the border himself to watch for Morgana, but which part of the border should he try? Merlin couldn't be everywhere at once. His mind went round and round in circles so that by the time he realized his feet had carried him home, Merlin was already standing at the door to his and Gaius's chambers.
"I'm back," Merlin said as he walked in the door.
Gaius was there. He turned to give Merlin a very pointed look. "And how did changing the king's mind go?" Gaius asked, still with the disapproving look on his face.
"Kara isn't going to be executed," Merlin summed up.
"And what did you have to do to achieve that?"
"I'm not proud of it, Gaius," Merlin shot back. "But if it saves his life, then it will all be worth it."
"Arthur doesn't put as much faith in prophecy as you do," Gaius continued. "He believes in action and what he can see with his own eyes. I didn't think merely telling him about the prophecy would have been enough."
"Well, you were right," Merlin said. "But either way, it had to be done. Now all we can do is wait and see what Morgana does next."
A day went by, and then another. Merlin was getting regular updates from Finna on how Kara was doing. She confirmed that Mordred was going down into the dungeon to see her near twice every day. This just confirmed with Merlin that if she'd been executed, Mordred would have become their enemy. He was clearly blinded by love when it came to seeing Kara's irrational hatred.
Merlin found he was always on edge, even when Arthur allowed him to come back to work. Merlin had expected a bit of coldness from his friend after the way he'd strong-armed the king into sparing Kara, but to his surprise Arthur treated him like normal. It wasn't until Merlin got a chance to talk to the queen on her own that he found out why. Gwen was such a calming influence on Arthur.
"I know you could never mean Arthur harm," Gwen explained when she finished explaining her point of view of the whole thing. "Sometimes tough love is needed, even with a king."
"Thank you," Merlin said with genuine gratitude.
"Just remember you only get so many of those for free," she said smiling. "Use them wisely."
"I'll keep that in mind," Merlin chuckled, smiling back. It was the first time he'd laughed since telling Arthur about the prophecy. The laughter helped ease the tension in his shoulders, but it couldn't stop him from being on edge. Any second something could change, and Morgana would be attacking. Merlin had to stay alert.
"You look tired," Gwen told him. Merlin just waved a hand to dismiss her concern. "Have you been sleeping well?"
Merlin didn't want to admit he had barely been sleeping at all these last few days. Being so on edge for an attack had been keeping him awake. He just kept thinking: what if he slept right through and missed something? What if he wasn't there when he was needed?
"I know you put the weight of the world on your shoulders," Gwen told him. "But you are still just one man, and you need sleep."
"I'm fine," Merlin said again, but his words were rather less impactful when he started yawning.
"Consider this an order from your queen," Gwen said. "To go get some sleep. If the world ends, we will wake you."
"Don't even joke!" Merlin said, but Gwen didn't budge an inch. As stubborn as her husband, she just kept staring him down until he agreed to get some sleep.
Surrendering, Merlin made his way to his bed. Once he'd collapsed on it, sleep came instantly. Merlin woke to the sounds of voices. Opening his eyes, he got up and made his way out his room. The voices that had woken him were that of injured men being tended to by Gaius.
"How long was I asleep!?" Merlin exclaimed.
"Maybe twelve hours?" Gaius called from where he stood as his work bench. "I was about to come wake you to assist me. We have wounded coming in."
"What happened?" Merlin asked as he quickly moved closer to assist.
"The garrison at Stawell was attacked," Gaius replied. "The wounded are flooding in through the gates."
"I should never have gone to sleep," Merlin muttered under his breath.
"You couldn't have prevented this," Gaius snapped at him. "And you are of no use to anyone this exhausted. Now go to the bed in the corner." Gaius stopped what he was doing to point Merlin in the right direction. "His wounds are more than is within my power to heal."
"Right," Merlin said with a nod. He knew what Gaius meant. This man's only hope was magic.
After healing the wounded knight Merlin moved to the next bed. Even as focused as he was on the patient in front of him, Merlin couldn't help taking in the entire scene. Wherever he looked, there were men bleeding. Some with head wounds, others held their abdomen with looks of pain on their faces. What Merlin was surprised to see was how many of the men were burned instead of stabbed or slashed. It had clearly been more than mere swords they'd fought against. Most of the men had removed their armor, making their burns far easier to see. Merlin tried very hard not to count the number of injured men and even harder not to think about how he should have been able to prevent this.
So far, Gaius's idea to triage the patients was working well. Anyone with a minor or non-life threatening injury was given normal medical aid by Gaius while Merlin tended to the ones who were past the hope of medicine and science.
Merlin wasn't sure how long they'd been at it when a girl was brought in by Gwaine with a cut on her leg. She was young and quite pretty, with blonde hair. Her name was Eira, and she was just Gwaine's type, Merlin thought. Gaius was busy, and there were no high priority patients needing his magic at the moment, so Merlin bandaged her leg himself. Gwaine seemed oddly attached to the girl, asking Merlin why he couldn't use magic to fix her leg. Merlin had to explain that magic wasn't an endless resource and he was saving it for the critical patients. Gwaine didn't argue, but his unhappy expression made Merlin sure he had a thing for the girl. Leave it to Gwaine to develop a crush during a war.
It was hours before all the patients were stable, but once they were, Merlin was called to a meeting of the Round Table.
"A force of Saxons, sire," Leon began. He and Gwaine had been at the battle and retreated back to Camelot when all hope of holding the garrison had been lost. "They crossed the northern border last night and attacked the garrison at Stawell."
"And you are sure these Saxons march in Morgana's name?" the king asked.
"Of that I have no doubt," Gwaine replied. "It wasn't just men we faced, but also magic. Great balls of fire falling from the sky. I know none other than Morgana who would use such magic against us."
"We've known this attack was coming for a while now," Arthur continued. "Since her attempt to rob Merlin of his magic, it has been even more clear that she intends to strike while she believes us to be weak."
"Lucky for us then, that she failed," Elyan added. And suddenly everyone was looking at Merlin, who could only smile awkwardly.
"Yes, indeed," Arthur agreed. "Even so, Morgana now has a stronghold on our northern border. It is only a matter of time before she attacks Camelot directly."
"We have time to prepare," Leon began. "The food stores are stocked. The citadel is prepared for a long siege. The walls will hold."
"They might hold but as protectors of the land we don't have the luxury of simply hiding behind walls while our people suffer," Arthur began. "Those are not the values Camleot was built on."
"I agree," Gwaine pitched in. "This is different from the other times we've faced Morgana. This time we have magic on our side."
"Let's take the fight to her," Elyan agreed. "With Merlin on our side, we can't lose."
"Magic is not all powerful," Arthur continued. "It has limits, just the same as your sword does. Yes, it will give us an advantage, but we must not be overconfident. Caution and thought will still be required if we are to save our people."
Merlin couldn't help but admire Arthur's calm way of approaching the situation. He was also grateful for Arthur's reminding the knights that his magic had limits. The king had come such a long way from that spoiled prat Merlin had met nearly ten years ago. Merlin couldn't help but be proud of him.
"We have magic to match hers," one of the knights added. "This doesn't have to be swords vs sorcery anymore. We are much more evenly matched than Morgana knows."
"You forget Morgana knows who Merlin is," Arthur continued. "Even if she assumes she succeeds in taking his magic, she knows we have other magical allies. She will be expecting magical resistance. Don't be fooled, gentlemen. This is war, and it will not be easy."
After that, they talked about strategy. From where she was, Arthur believed Morgana would have no choice but to cross the White Mountains. Arthur pointed on a map to the only pass through the mountains large enough for her army.
"That's where we will meet them," Arthur continued. In his voice, there was a sense of pride or duty that Merlin knew was helping to keep the knights motivated and focused. It was moments like these where Arthur's true leadership skills shined the brightest.
"We may be outnumbered but at least here we will have the advantage of having them bottlenecked through the pass. So long as they don't outflank us, we should be able to hold the pass."
"In that location I have another idea," Merlin said, moving forward to add to the conversation. "So long as we arrived before her, we could set traps on the mountain cliffs. Once released, the enemy would be caught in the middle of a landslide."
"I take it you have magical traps in mind?" Arthur said, turning to him.
"Yes," Merlin continued. "I've done it before, magically using falling rocks to block a pathway. I think I could set it up so that they could be triggered by non-magical means."
"That could definitely be useful," Arthur agreed. "But once our men are mixed in fighting, hers we would be unable to use that advantage."
"We should pick the narrowest part of the pass if we are to use Merlin's magical falling rocks," Gwaine added.
Percival pointed to the narrowest section of the pass through the mountains on the map, and then Arthur asked what it was called.
"Camlann, sire," Percial replied.
"Then it is at Camlann that we make our stand," Arthur stated confidently.
Just hearing the word made Merlin shudder. He knew this was where the prophecy was to take place. At the battle of Camlann, it was Arthur's destiny to die by Mordred's sword, surrounded by his fallen knights. Did this mean Merlin hadn't yet done enough to prevent it? Should he tell Arthur they shouldn't go there, that it was doomed to fail because of a prophecy? No, Arthur wouldn't change his plans, even if he knew what was foretold. Arthur didn't believe in destiny the way Merlin did. He could force Arthur's hand again, but there was a big difference between preventing the execution of one person and stopping an army from marching with their king. If Arthur called his bluff, Merlin's options would be to stop the entire armory by force or give in. Whereas before he'd been willing to sneak Kara out of Camelot if it meant saving Arthur's life, this time Merlin didn't think he had it in him to betray Arthur in such a huge way.
It was Merlin's job to protect him, even from himself. Arthur would never let his knights go into battle without him. Even if he knew he was to die if he went, Arthur would go anyway for the sake of his people and his men. Merlin's only hope now was to travel with Arthur and hope to protect him.
There was no time to dwell on anything after that. It was all hands on deck to get things ready for the journey to Camlann. Scouts were sent ahead to confirm the army's numbers and time of arrival. Merlin was wary of Mordred coming along, though he knew he couldn't convince Arthur to leave him behind. Gwen, however, had managed to convince her husband to let her travel with them, even if she wasn't to join the battle.
Once the supplies were packed, all the weapons prepared and the armor polished, they set out. Merlin decided to bring the Sidhe staff he'd obtained years ago. It might not do much, but every bit helped.
They weren't quite past the walls of the Citadel when Merlin heard his name being called and turned around.
"Emrys," Finna said. She was breathing hard and had clearly been running to catch up with the war party before they left the city.
"What's happened?" Merlin asked. He could tell from her face she had news.
"Kara has escaped," Finna said. "I know not if she did so on her own or had help, and I can't find her."
Under other circumstances, Merlin would have dropped what he was doing to go track her down and get her back to her cell, but there wasn't time for that now. He couldn't abandon the knights for such a thing while they were marching out to war.
"Thanks for telling me," Merlin replied. "There isn't much that can be done now."
"With my task here no longer, should I not join you on your mission?" Finna suggested.
"I need you here," Merlin told her. "We are leaving Camelot all but undefended."
She bowed her head. "It has been a great privilege of my life to know you, Emrys," she said affectionately. "I wish you luck on your quest."
"Thanks," Merlin replied. "We shall need it."
Notes:
Getting real close to the end now guys! I don't know about you but I'm excited. ^_^ The next chapter is finished and edited so it shouldn't be long before it goes up. The chapter after that is finished but still with my editor. Hopefully that one won't be long either. Then I just have a couple chapter (2-3ish) left after that and this story will be complete!
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Sneak Peek Chapter 16It was getting dark, and Arthur knew they would have to stop soon or risk traveling in total blackness. Then he remembered a certain ball of light.
"We can make better time traveling at night," Arthur said. "Can you light the way so we don't have to stop?"
Merlin nodded, then raised his hand and whispered words Arthur couldn't understand. That same glowing ball of light he'd last seen in the knights' training grounds appeared in Merlin's palm. He lifted it up into the air and whispered more magic words as he illuminated the knights' path from above.
"The only problem is that I can't make it hidden to others," Merlin explained. "We are highly visible to anyone looking for us."
"I'll take that chance," Arthur replied. "If it means beating Morgana to the pass."
Even with Merlin's light, there came a time when rest was necessary. The horses needed water, and the knights needed sleep, but thanks to Merlin's light, they would only need to rest for a few hours before starting on their way again.
Chapter 16: The Attack
Notes:
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Chapter Text
When the scouts returned with the news that Morgana's army was both larger and moving faster than they'd expected, Arthur started to wonder if their landslide plan was too dangerous. Morgana may not care for the safety of her men, but Arthur valued the lives of his own. An attack such as that had great potential to hurt them as much as their enemy.
"Are you sure you can time it right to avoid hitting the knights?" Arthur asked Merlin again.
"For the thousandth time, yes," Merlin sighed. "That isn't the thing to be worrying about here. You are destined to die in this battle, Arthur! You have to think of yourself."
But Arthur ignored him. A king served his people, not the other way around. It was his job to fight for them, even if they were outnumbered five to one.
"Also, be wary of Mordred," Merlin continued in a quieter voice. "Even if he fights on our side at the moment, that doesn't mean he can't change sides."
"By that logic, I should be suspicious of all my knights," Arthur scoffed.
It was getting dark, and Arthur knew they would have to stop soon or risk traveling in total blackness. Then he remembered a certain ball of light.
"We can make better time traveling at night," Arthur said. "Can you light the way so we don't have to stop?"
Merlin nodded, then raised his hand and whispered words Arthur couldn't understand. That same glowing ball of light he'd last seen in the knights' training grounds appeared in Merlin's palm. He lifted it up into the air and whispered more magic words as he illuminated the knights' path from above.
"The only problem is that I can't make it hidden to others," Merlin explained. "We are highly visible to anyone looking for us."
"I'll take that chance," Arthur replied. "If it means beating Morgana to the pass."
Even with Merlin's light, there came a time when rest was necessary. The horses needed water, and the knights needed sleep, but thanks to Merlin's light, they would only need to rest for a few hours before starting on their way again.
Arthur was having a hard time imagining what this day would have looked like without knowing about Merlin. Not only would they be going into battle thinking hope was all but lost, but they would also be making much slower time without his guiding light. Arthur knew Merlin would have tried to help from the shadows like he'd done for so long before, but there was something about his being able to assist openly that made Arthur feel better about their chances. However this battle ended, he knew Merlin would be on his side.
They started moving again before dawn with the help of Merlin's light but were able to continue without the magic light once the sun had fully risen.
When they arrived at Camlann, Arthur was pleased to see no sign of Morgana. He ordered his men to make camp, set up their defenses, and prepare. At once, Merlin called a group over to start work on the falling rock traps. Arthur couldn't help but be proud of his men as he watched them work. Every one of them knew they could very likely die, but still they put everything they had into preparing for the battle.
By nightfall, all was ready. The tents were pitched, the traps set. There was nothing left to do now but wait.
Arthur was in his tent, going over the plans one more time. Hearing someone come in, he looked up to see Guinevere.
"You have gone over those more than enough times," his wife told him. "You need rest."
"How can I rest knowing that at any moment the battle to decide the fate of my kingdom will start?"
Guinevere moved closer and pushed his papers away, before leaning in to kiss him. "A well-rested king is a strong king," she whispered in his ear.
Despite the battle ahead, Guinevere had a way of keeping him calm. Reaching forward and placing a hand at the nape of her neck, Arthur kissed her again. His other hand held her waist, pulling her in closer to him as he deepened the kiss. She, in turn, wrapped her arms around him.
"Rest after," Arthur suggested and his queen smiled.
There was a bed in the tent, with warm blankets and white sheets. Arthur scooped up his wife into his arms and carried her over to it, like he had on their wedding night. Laying her down, he began kissing her again. Her hands made their way to his belt just as his lips moved down to kiss her neck.
Arthur woke and immediately reached out to see if Guinevere was still there. The moment he felt her shoulder, he was calm again. Getting out of bed, Arthur dressed quickly and left the tent. The sun was up, but aside from that, everything looked the same as it had yesterday. That is, apart from Merlin standing there, acting like a bodyguard.
"Don't you have traps to set?" Arthur asked. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed. How long had Merlin been there?
"All done, sire," Merlin replied.
"Then you should be teaching the knights how to use them," Arthur continued.
"Also done," Merlin replied.
"I'm not handing out promotions you know," Arthur grumbled. "Surely there is something you can do that's more useful than hovering around my tent?"
"I don't think so, sire," Merlin replied.
Arthur rolled his eyes. Merlin was more protective than Guinevere. Arthur decided to try and go about his day without thinking about his personal magical shadow.
If Morgana was going to attack, it was unlikely she'd do so during daylight. Which meant they probably had until later on tonight to finish their preparations. Everything depended on their location ensuring Morgana couldn't outflank them — everything, that is, except for Merlin. Arthur had seen how powerful Merlin was on a small scale, but he'd never seen how Merlin was against an army. It felt impossible to him that one man could face so many, but it was clear from Merlin's actions that he wasn't worried about the army. No, it seemed the only thing Merlin was worried about was Arthur.
Arthur spent the day making sure everything was ready. Having a whole day to rest from the journey before the battle had been most useful. Arthur could see what even just one day's rest had done for his knights. It had been worth traveling through the night to get here so early.
As the sun began to set, every knight was fully clad in armor, and every trap was manned and ready. There was only one direction the attack could come.
Arthur hated waiting, but he knew the wait wouldn't be long now. Merlin was still hovering around him. If the situation wasn't so dire, Arthur would have snapped at him to bugger off. Instead he stood and faced the space his enemy was to appear, waiting.
When the sounds of swords came from behind him, Arthur knew they'd made a mistake. They'd missed something important. There must be another way into this pass that Morgana knew about and they didn't.
Without thinking twice, Arthur ordered half his men to turn and fight the enemy attacking from behind.
"You go with them," Arthur ordered Merlin.
"My place is at your side," Merlin stated firmly.
"Morgana has already gotten a jump on us," Arthur said in a hurry. "All our traps are in the wrong place. Those men turning to face the enemy at our flank need you more than I do. Now GO!" He barked the last few words out like an order, and to his great surprise, Merlin obeyed.
Arthur knew Morgana had split her forces. He knew even if they were being attacked from behind it wouldn't stop her from attacking at their front as well. Their chances of winning this fight had already dropped dramatically, and it had barely started.
Quietly, Arthur raised his sword. He'd seen their foe approaching ahead. Watching closely, making sure the timing was perfect, he lowered his sword, again without making a sound. It was the signal to the men manning Merlin's traps. Suddenly, rocks fell from the sides of the mountain onto their approaching enemies.
This is why he'd sent Merlin to the other group. At least they had his traps; the other side had nothing but the men now racing to meet the enemies destroying their tents as they approached from behind.
Arthur heard a clap of thunder, and at once worried that a storm would make this whole battle worse. He knew lightning could set the tents on fire easily enough, but there wasn't time to worry about that. All the Saxons who'd survived Merlin's traps were almost upon them.
"For the love of Camelot!" Arthur called out, raising his sword to get the men fired up, and they charged.
It was working. The Saxons who had managed to escape the rockfall were unorganized and out of formation. So long as Merlin's group could hold the flank, they might actually have a chance at winning this thing.
But just as he'd taken down the enemy in front of him, Arthur sensed an enemy behind him. Turning around in one swift moment, Arthur swung his sword. The blade was stopped, but not by a Saxxon. To Arthur's great surprise, he was now facing Kara, the druid girl Merlin had forced him not to execute.
"Once you are dead, the world will be a better place," Kara spat at him. She was holding a sword but wasn't wearing a sword belt. Arthur felt sure she'd picked up the weapon off a fallen soldier, though whether it was a Camelot knight or a Saxon warrior, it was impossible to tell.
"That's why I had to escape and follow you here," Kara continued raising her sword. "To help Morgana achieve victory."
"I have no quarrel with you," Arthur told her. "I do not wish to kill you. Please stand down."
"Never!" Kara said and she charged at him again. Arthur parried the blow easily. She wasn't very good with a sword, but the look of determination in her eyes told him she was nothing to mock either. This girl meant to kill him or die trying. Even so, Arthur pulled his punches, trying to injure her rather than kill her. He aimed for her legs, but even if she wasn't skilled, he could tell she wouldn't hesitate if he gave her an opening. Every one of her attacks so far had been aiming for his head or heart.
Arthur could hear his knights fighting behind him. They needed him, and he couldn't waste his time with this girl anymore, so he changed tactics.
It was like she'd been waiting for him to go for the kill. Sacrificing her sword to get in closer to him, Kara pulled out a dagger and tried to bury it deep into Arthur's chest. If he'd been a split second slower in deflecting her hand with the back of his own, Arthur would have been dead. Instead, her weapon buried itself into his armor and got caught. She tried to pull the dagger out rather than let it go, which was a mistake Arthur wasn't going to ignore. While she was vulnerable, he lifted his sword and pushed it through her chest.
The girl's grip on her dagger slackened as she slid to the ground, bleeding heavy from the wound in her chest. She'd left him no other choice. He could still feel the sting on his hand where the side of her blade had hit it. The hand itself was aching, and he knew the mother of all bruises was forming under his skin.
Injured hand or not, Arthur would continue to fight with his men. He was about to turn around and face the battle again when he heard a blood curdling scream and was suddenly knocked to the ground. Kara's dagger was still tangled in his armor. Arthur had to get up carefully or risk cutting himself on it. When he was on his feet again he saw who had knocked him down.
Mordred was standing before him, pain, fury, and hate in his eyes. He had clearly used magic to knock Arthur down, but he seemed done with magic. Now he had his sword up and was charging forward.
"She gave me no choice!" Arthur said, trying to reason with the man he considered a friend.
But Mordred was beyond reason. There was a vengeful fury in his eyes, almost like fire. Arthur knew the details didn't matter to him. He charged again, and Arthur hesitated. He hadn't meant to. Mordred was wearing Camelot colours, and up until seconds ago, had been a most trusted and loyal friend. His hesitation was beyond Arthur's control.
As Mordred's blade broke his armor and punctured his skin, Arthur couldn't help but think that Merlin had been right all along. He really hated it when Merlin was right. Why did it have to happen so often?
Even after the sword left his body, Arthur could still stand and with all his hesitation now gone he lifted his sword. Giving it as good as he got, Arthur thrust the point of his sword forward through Mordred's chest and he went down. There wasn't armor that Excalibur couldn't pierce. Mordred was dead before he hit the ground.
Arthur tried to walk away, but his strength was leaving him. He slumped, and then he was on his knees; his sword in the ground was all that kept him from falling further, and even that he couldn't manage long. As his strength faded, Arthur's sword arm gave out, and he found himself lying flat on the ground, staring up at the sky. He could hear thunder again, loud and powerful, but still there was no rain or signs of a storm. So odd…
He couldn't help but wonder as he lay bleeding out on the hard ground what exactly Merlin's had seen of this moment. Had it gone exactly the way the prophecy had predicted? And if it had, did that mean there was no way to change a future once it had been witnessed?
Next, Arthur started to wonder where Merlin was. All that hovering and he hadn't actually been here when he was needed. Then again, that had been Arthur's fault. He'd chosen to put the lives of his men ahead of his own.
Arthur could feel his limbs getting heavier now as his body drained of blood. He tried to fight the fog, tried to keep his mind clear, but it was getting harder by the minute.
The thunder rang out again, but this time Arthur saw the lightning. It was then that he noticed the lightning seemed to be aiming, hitting only the Saxons. Normal lightning didn't do that.
Curiosity helped to clear his mind, and Arthur turned his head to see what was going on. What he saw was Merlin, standing way off in the distance. The lightning strikes seemed to be happening in time to the movements of his arms or possibly something he was holding. Arthur could only assume that Merlin was the source of the lightning. The thought comforted him somehow. With every brilliant strike, the Saxons were pushed back and the knights of Camelot were protected.
This was magic like Arthur had never seen before. Well, beyond that of manipulating a small object or any of the other subtle ways Merlin had been using magic up until now. He'd never mentioned having such a power before. Arthur wondered why, but he didn't have much energy to really ponder the thought. His body was giving in to his injuries now. He could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness. His eyelids were becoming too heavy to hold up. His mind was fogging even worse than before, and the world seemed to be getting darker by the second. If he hadn't already been on the ground, Arthur felt sure he'd have fallen over from the dizziness. Blood was still leaving his body at an alarming rate. Finally giving in, Arthur closed his eyes. He was cold, so cold, and very likely dying, but that was alright because he knew his kingdom was safe. His wife was safe. Thanks to Merlin, everyone he loved was safe, and he could rest.
Notes:
You are probably wondering why I kept that imagine Merlin saw in the crystal in the show of Arthur getting stabbed by Mordred on the battle field basically exactly the same, visually speaking. Well in the show Merlin has seen into the future before this particular event and it always always turned out exactly as he saw it though he rarely understood the context of the image he sees and often misinterprets it. Given this established canon in the show, I didn't want to break the timeline. In the beginning of season 5, Merlin sees Arthur stabbed then he killed Mordred and falls down. I knew I had to include that image so as not to ruin the possibility of this being canon enough to fit into the show accurately. Of course, I did make some changes. Mordred was still wearing Camelot colours and armour when he attacked Arthur; he was only a traitor for a matter of minutes not weeks, plus he was wielding a Camelot sword rather than the one Morgana gave him in the show. It may seem like an insignificant change but in reality it is actually quite important. ;)
The other major change I wanted to mention is that since Merlin didn't lose his magic and end up in that crystal cave he never foresaw Morgana's trap and thus the sneak attack managed to sneak up on them. The Saxons Morgana sent got right up behind them before they were noticed. Camelot's knights were outflanked rather than in the show where the Camelot stop Morgana's men before they make it into the main area. This to me makes the fight more even despite Merlin's presence with his magic from the start.
Anyway I hope my logic about how I re-wrote this part of the show make sense and feel natural to you. Let me know if you agree with my logic in comments/reviews. Always happy to hear what you guys think or even debate the answer!
The next chapter is finished but hasn't been edited so it will go up just as soon as my editor has time to work on it. She is pretty busy with school right now so I'm not sure when that will be. Either way though this story is almost done so it shouldn't be long till I can mark it complete!
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Sneak Peek Chapter 17By the time Merlin and the knights reached Morgana's sneak attack they were already well out of whatever secret passage they'd used to get into the valley. The Saxxons were going for the tents and burning and trampling everything in their path.
Reaching out his hand, Merlin whispered a basic incantation and about a half dozen of the Saxons were thrown back, but that didn't stop the rest from moving forward. There were just too many of them for his usual methods.
"I have an idea," Merlin told Percival who was on his left. "Cover me. I need to get to higher ground."
"Yes sir," Percival replied. Merlin didn't really have time to be weirded out that Percival was calling him sir. Instead he focused on getting to higher ground. He had to deal with this quickly and return to Arthur.
Chapter 17: The End
Notes:
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"You go with them," Arthur ordered Merlin.
"My place is at your side," Merlin stated firmly. Leaving felt like dooming Arthur to death. Merlin knew he had to stay.
"Morgana has already gotten a jump on us," Arthur replied in a hurry. "All our traps are in the wrong place. Those men turning to face the enemy at our flank need you more than I do. Now GO!" He barked the last few words out like an order.
Merlin could see in his friend's eyes how important it was to him that Merlin help the poor souls heading right into Morgana's ambush. Maybe there was a way he could both obey Arthur and save him. The only person destined to harm Arthur at this battle was Mordred. Once Merlin turned and saw that Mordred was among the knights being asked to turn and fight Morgana's ambush, Merlin obeyed Arthur's command. Everything would be fine. All Merlin had to do was not take his eyes off Mordred.
By the time Merlin and the knights reached Morgana's sneak attack, they were already well out of whatever secret passage they'd used to get into the valley. The Saxons were going for the tents, burning and trampling everything in their path.
Reaching out his hand, Merlin whispered a basic incantation and about a half dozen of the Saxons were thrown back, but that didn't stop the rest from moving forward. There were just too many of them for his usual methods.
"I have an idea," Merlin told Percival, who was on his left. "Cover me. I need to get to higher ground."
"Yes sir," Percival replied. Merlin didn't really have time to be weirded out that Percival was calling him sir. Instead, he focused on getting to higher ground. He had to deal with this quickly and return to Arthur.
Climbing up on top of some rocks near the edge of the camp, Merlin took a look around. Mordred was still among the knights fighting near Percival. That was good. Merlin turned his focus back to the matter at hand. He'd brought the sidhe staff to this fight, and now was the time to try it. Merlin had created bolts of magic lightning with it before, but never before had he attempted anything on this scale. Merlin just hoped it would work; otherwise he'd be reduced to his usual magic tricks, which were so far proving rather ineffective against so many.
Lifting and pointing the staff, Merlin imagined the magic flowing through him and out the end of the staff like he had before when shooting bolts from it. It worked, but only like it had done before. A single Saxon went down. Merlin was going to have to think bigger. He tried again, this time trying to imagine many rivers of flowing magic traveling through his arm and into the staff. This time, three bolts hit the Saxons.
Merlin kept going, getting better and better at hitting multiple targets at once the more he tried. Between his support and the knights' swords, it was working. The Saxons were being driven back.
Just then, he caught Percival looking at him. The knight was still fighting nearby, covering Merlin while he was vulnerable. Percival didn't say anything, but by his expression, Merlin could tell he was impressed. Merlin had to admit, he was pretty happy about it himself. Holding out the staff again, he knocked down ten more Saxons. He was even getting good at this!
It wasn't until they'd defeated the ambush that Merlin noticed the problem. He couldn't see Mordred anywhere. Turning his head in every direction, Merlin searched the area, frantically looking for the druid. Finally, he got down from the rocks and turned to the first familiar face to ask where Mordred had gone.
"When things started turning in our favour here, Mordred said he was going to go help Arthur," Percival replied easily, as if this was no big deal.
Merlin's heart sank. He should have been paying more attention! He'd checked on Mordred once, but after that, he'd been so focused on the magic and defending the knights, he'd completely forgotten to keep track of him!
"How long ago did he leave?" Merlin asked, trying not to panic.
"I don't know," Percival shrugged. "Maybe ten minutes. He knew with you here, Arthur would be short a magic user so he went to provide backup. Why, what's wrong?"
"I don't have time to explain, so you are just going to have to trust me," Merlin said in a hurry. "We need to get to Arthur and fast!"
To Merlin's great surprise, the knights didn't question him. In fact, it seemed to Merlin like they were following him the way they'd follow Arthur. Merlin had not expected such a level of respect, though at the moment, he was grateful for it. Every moment he spent explaining himself was one moment longer until they got to Arthur.
Merlin ordered a small band of men to stay and protect the camp in case more Saxons showed up. He told them to blow a horn if they were attacked. Then he turned his attention back to the battle Arthur was fighting. Even if he didn't know why Mordred would change sides, the vision he'd seen of Mordred stabbing Arthur was fresh in his mind and all too real.
Moving forward into the battle was slow work, even with Merlin magically pushing their enemy back. He was starting to tire from using so much magic, though he knew he could still press on.
He did stop dead in his tracks, however, when he sensed the dragon overhead. He knew which one it was before he even looked up. Kilgharrah had no reason to be here which meant…
Aithusa flew overhead, threatening the knights of Camelot with fire raining down from above as she got ever closer.
"Keep looking for Arthur," Merlin instructed Percival and the other knights. "I can handle the dragon." The knights seemed more than happy to fight men instead of beasts and moved past Merlin to continue the search. Merlin just hoped they found Arthur. Even if he couldn't make it in time, Merlin knew Percival would put his sword between Mordred's blade and Arthur's body.
Taking a deep breath in, Merlin spoke loudly in the ancient dragonlord language, commanding Aithusa to move away and cease her attack. Clearly displeased by her lack of choice, the little white dragon flew away.
That was one problem dealt with, now to continue looking for Arthur. Merlin wondered if maybe it would be better if he found somewhere high up to search while the knights looked on the ground. Merlin had thought about using his looking ahead magic, but with so many bodies fighting in such close quarters, it was hard to make any use of it.
"Emrys!" The voice was loud and full of hatred, but still, Merlin recognized it as Morgana's. She sounded angry, more than angry. She was livid.
"How dare you command my dragon!" Morgana spat at him hatefully.
Merlin turned in the direction her voice was coming from. She was moving towards him quickly, her sword in hand.
"You will pay for this!" Morgana continued.
Merlin thought about picking up a fallen sword so he wouldn't be bladeless when she reached him, but decided it would be pointless. What did he know about sword play, really? He was better off sticking with just his staff.
"As the last Dragonlord I have every right to command Aithusa," Merlin stated simply. "I did, after all, hatch her."
Morgana was closer now, close enough to swing her sword. She was so emotional, however, that her swing was rather erratic, and Merlin dodged it easily.
"It is no use Morgana," Merlin said calmly. "It is not your destiny to defeat me."
"All that time I spent scared of Emrys, when he was really just useless Merlin all along," Morgana sneered. "If only I'd known sooner."
"I presume you would have sent that magic sucking snug earlier," Merlin replied calmly.
"Ah, so you did get my present," Morgana replied. "Shame it didn't seem to take."
"For the sake of what you once were, I am giving you this chance to surrender," Merlin said, still trying to remain calm. "Stand down, and I will not harm you."
"I will never surrender!" she cried as she raised her sword. As the light hit the blade Merlin recognized the sword. It wasn't a normal sword. He could sense the magic in it.
A wicked grin spread across her face as she saw his recognition. "Forged in a dragon's breath and capable of killing even you, Emrys."
"There was a time when I called you friend," Merlin continued. "In honour of my old friend, I offer you one last chance to stand down. You don't have to be an outsider. You don't have to be alone. Let me help you."
"Oh, it is far too late for that now," Morgana replied with malice and she swung her sword.
The blade was within an inch of Merlin's face when his magic threw her backward. She was flung back six feet and hit the ground hard. Merlin knew better than to assume the impact would kill her. Such things didn't kill a high priestess of the Old Religion. In fact, there were very few ways to do that. One of which she'd brought with her.
"I blame myself for what you've become," Merlin said sadly as he looked down where she'd fallen. "But this has to end."
"So long as I am alive, it will never end!" Morgana cried. She was on her feet again, sword held in her hand and looking daggers at him.
"I know," Merlin said sadly.
This time when she turned the sword on him, Merlin didn't hold back. Merlin fired five bolts of lightning from the staff straight into Morgana's chest. She collapsed onto the ground, her sword landing a few feet from her. Moving forward quickly, Merlin picked up the sword before moving away again. Once more he knew better than to assume such a blow could keep Morgana down for long.
This time, however, when she stood up, she looked worried more than anything. With her sword in Merlin's hands, she could tell the tables had turned. He could see in her eyes that she knew what was coming.
Merlin wasted no time. He plunged the blade into her chest.
"Any blade capable of killing me," Merlin said softly. "Would also be capable of ending you."
She made only a few soft sounds of pain and fear as the blade cut her. Then she slumped to the ground. She was dead before he pulled the blade from her chest. Merlin couldn't help but look at her for a moment. Such a waste she'd made of her life. Letting it be ruled by hatred and fear when once she'd been full of love and hope. A part of her fall would always be his fault, but that was a guilt to worry about another day. Merlin still hadn't found Arthur.
Leaving Morgana where she fell, Merlin assessed the situation. Despite their leader's defeat, the Saxons were still fighting, but Merlin thought the knights could handle that. Merlin was starting to feel real fatigue from the overuse of magic. He wasn't totally drained, but he wanted to save what he had left in case he needed it when he found Arthur.
Instead of using magic, Merlin moved through the crowd with the agility of a man not wearing fifty pounds of armour. He still had Morgana's sword in hand and his staff in the other as he tried to make it through the battle to the king.
The Camelot knights were pushing the Saxons back. It helped that by now, many of them had noticed that their leader was dead. Between that and the lightning, they hadn't expected many were losing their will to fight. Some were even retreating, making for the hills. As Merlin moved through the crowd, he noticed that the earth was scorched black where his lightning had struck it.
As Merlin searched the battle slowed down. More and more of the Saxons were retreating. Soon it was over. The battle was won, but still Merlin couldn't relax until he found Arthur.
Moving through the bodies, Merlin looked for his friend. He found many wounded Camelot knights, but none of them were Arthur. He directed the ones who could walk to the first aid tent that Gaius and Gwen were running. He tried to heal the ones that were beyond the hope of medicine with some success. He wouldn't have taken the time away from his search for Arthur if he hadn't known what the king would say if he found out Merlin had ignored the men in favour of saving him.
Merlin was starting to lose hope that he'd ever find Arthur as he looked over everybody on the ground, combing through them for a familiar face. He did find Gwaine, heavily injured. Merlin did his best to stop the bleeding and Gwaine opened his eyes.
"Do you know where Arthur is?" Merlin asked before the knight had a chance to speak.
Rather than reply, Gwaine pointed. Merlin thanked him and called for someone to take him to the medical tent.
Like him, there were a few other knights combing through the bodies on the ground looking for survivors; but unlike him, those knights couldn't heal anyone they found. They did, however, have stretchers.
Out of the corner of his eye, Merlin saw that familiar head of blonde hair and turned. Running to confirm his suspicions, Merlin slumped down beside the king's form. Fearing the worst, Merlin picked up a blade on the ground and held it under the king's nose to check if he was breathing. Never before had he been so happy to see a metal blade's shine dull. The king was alive!
Warm and wonderful relief washed over him. Merlin turned his attention at once to the wound in Arthur's abdomen. Leaning down, Merlin performed the same healing spell he'd used on the other knights. It seemed to work, though Arthur had been bleeding out longer than some of the others he'd saved previously. He still needed medical care and possibly more magic healing. Merlin had to get Arthur to the medical tent.
Gently, Merlin lifted Arthur's body from the ground with magic, taking great care not to move him too much and make his wounds worse. The healing spell had stopped the major bleeding, but Merlin needed to get his armor off to properly assess the damage.
It was only then when he turned around that Merlin noticed Mordred's dead body laying just feet from where Arthur had been. Did this mean it had all happened the way he'd seen it? Did this mean Arthur would have lived even if Merlin hadn't tried so hard to change things? Was being stabbed just an inevitable part of Arthur's fate? The image Merlin had seen in the crystal had made it seem like Arthur would die, but maybe that had just been Merlin's interpretation of it.
Turning toward the medical tent, Merlin noticed another body he hadn't expected. Kara lay on the ground, her face white as a sheet. There was a very obvious sword wound in the center of her chest. Merlin could only conclude that Arthur had killed her and Mordred had tried to get revenge. But that still didn't explain how she'd gotten here. He'd known she'd escaped her prison in Camelot, but after that, why follow them all the way here? It would have been wiser for Kara to run after her escape.
But that was a problem for later. Arthur was what mattered now. Leaving both bodies where they fell, Merlin started walking toward the medical tent, Arthur floating gently ahead of him.
Notes:
I did indeed leave you on a bad cliffhanger, but at least I didn't leave you hanging long. :D I figured I might as well update this now since my editor was extra efficient and I even have the draft of the next chapter done so I can add a sneak peek. :)
What do you think of my version of Merlin and Morgana's last battle? In the show he kills Morgana while he's taking a wounded Arthur to the lake of Avalon, but in my version this wasn't going to happen so I had to work in Morgana's demise I bit earlier. ^_^
We are basically finished with the plot at this point. The rest of this story is gonna be tying up loose ends and epilogue.
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Sneak Peek Chapter 18He could hear muffled voices around him, but he couldn't quite make out any words. Through his closed eyelids Arthur could sense light. It was flickering so he imagined a simple candle flame. He wanted to know who the people were talking around him, but his eyelids seemed too heavy to lift. Even if his eyes wouldn't cooperate the rest of his senses were coming around. Arthur could tell he wasn't lying on the ground anymore. The surface under him felt more uniform than the ground, as if it were man made. Arthur assumed it was some sort of bed. He was very likely in the medical tent.
He was just thinking again how he'd like to hear what the voices were saying when his mind emptied. Arthur only realized he'd fallen asleep when he woke up again.
Chapter 18: The Recovery
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Arthur had expected to die where he'd fallen on the battlefield. He remembered the feeling of the blood draining from his body, how it had made him feel cold and sleepy. On some level, he'd known what that meant. So when he'd blacked out, Arthur hadn't expected to wake up again.
The fact that he was now awake again didn't make any sense. Still, the facts were undeniable. He was warm and his body felt solid. He could feel the blood in his veins and the pain in his abdomen was far too sharp for him to be dead.
He could hear muffled voices around him, but he couldn't quite make out any words. He wanted to know who was talking, but his eyelids seemed too heavy to lift. Arthur could at least sense a flickering light through his closed eyelids. He imagined a simple candle flame. Even if his eyes wouldn't open, the rest of his senses were cooperating. Arthur could tell he wasn't lying on the ground anymore. The surface under him felt more uniform than the ground, as if it were man-made. Arthur assumed it was some sort of bed. He concluded that he was very likely in the medical tent.
Arthur was just thinking again how he'd like to hear what the voices were saying when his mind emptied. Arthur only realized he'd fallen asleep when he woke up again.
The sleep must have done him some good, because Arthur felt even better now than he had the first time he'd awoken. The pain had eased somewhat, and his head was clearer. Arthur tried his eyelids again and found them much more willing to move this time.
At first, the light was too bright, and Arthur closed his eyes almost at once. When he tried again however, his eyes adapted to the light, and he was able to take in his surroundings.
The first thing he saw was Guinevere. If his head hadn't been angled to one side, Arthur wouldn't have been able to see her across the room on his left. She was turned away from him, likely tending to a patient Arthur couldn't see, but just knowing she'd been so close made Arthur feel better. Arthur opened his mouth to speak to her, but only managed a sound he hadn't quite planned. His throat was drier than he'd realized. Even so, it was enough. She turned.
The look of joy on her face at the sight of him awake was the most beautiful thing Arthur had ever seen. She came quickly over to this bed and picked up his hand in hers.
"You had us worried there for a while," Guinevere said, smiling at him. "But Gaius said that as long as you woke up, you'd be okay."
"What happened?" Arthur asked, coughing with the effort of talking.
Rather than reply, his wife reached over for some water and helped Arthur drink it. When she was done, she said, "It's over. We won."
"And Morgana?" Arthur inquired next.
"She's dead."
"How?" Arthur asked. After so many years of defeating her but never managing to vanquish her, Arthur almost couldn't believe her words. Did this mean he really didn't have to fight her anymore? Could this really mean peace at last?
"How do you think?" Guinevere replied, then she gestured to the space behind Arthur, towards the right side of his bed.
Tilting his head the other way, Arthur turned to look, and there slumped in a chair with his eyes closed was none other than Merlin.
"He hasn't left your side since he floated you here," Guinevere explained. "I tried to tell him to get some sleep, but he wouldn't leave. He finally fell asleep in that chair just a few hours ago."
"We would never have won the battle without him," Arthur said softly. Not only was speaking quieter easier on his throat, but he also didn't want to wake the sleeping warlock.
"I know," Guinevere replied. "Even so, he seems to act like he should be able to do more."
"Crazy man," Arthur agreed.
"If he hadn't found you on the battlefield," Guinevere began but her voice was being distorted by emotion. "Gaius said your wounds were beyond his abilities. Without Merlin's healing, you would have died."
"Old news," Arthur smiled at his wife, trying to inject humor into his voice. "Without Merlin, I would be long dead."
She smiled down at him, clearly holding back tears. Arthur wanted to comfort her but didn't know how. He wasn't sure if his arm would move even if he tried to touch her face. She seemed to sense his desires, however, and leaned forward to rest her forehead against his.
No words were needed to express how glad each was to know the other was alive. When the sneak attack had reached the tents, Arthur had feared for Guinevere's safety, and he knew she'd been worried about him. They stayed like that for a long time. Their foreheads touching, just breathing each other in.
When she eventually pulled away, it was to answer Gaius's call to help tend to another patient. Gwen seemed torn, clearly wanting to remain with her husband. Arthur told her she was needed and assured her he'd be here when she got back. Before she left, she leaned down and laid a soft kiss on his lips.
Arthur closed his eyes. He could still feel the gentle tingle where her lips had touched his. He decided to focus on that and not the pain of his wound.
Once again, Arthur woke up not realizing he'd fallen asleep. His body needed to heal, and it was making him rest despite his desire to get up and find out more about what was happening. He opened his eyes and turned his head to the right. Merlin was still sitting in that chair, but his eyes were open now.
"Morning," Arthur told his friend.
"You should be resting," Merlin told him.
"So should you," Arthur argued.
"I'm not the one who got stabbed with a sword," Merlin disagreed.
"No, you're just the one who drained every ounce of your energy to protect and heal me and my knights," Arthur shot back.
Merlin dismissed the compliment with a simple hand gesture. "I'm fine," he said. "You almost died. Sleep."
"I'm the king, Merlin. You can't order me around," Arthur reminded him.
"Never stopped me before," Merlin replied easily.
There was silence for a moment, then Arthur voiced what he'd been thinking since Guinevere had told him of his sister's demise.
"I almost can't believe she's really gone," Arthur said in a soft voice.
"Yep," Merlin said, but his voice wasn't nearly as serious as Arthur's. "Totally gone. That is, so long as there aren't any other high priestesses of the Old Religion out there capable of bringing her back as a puppet shade."
Arthur could tell Merlin was joking just from his tone, but the words made him think of the only time in his life that someone he'd thought dead had returned to him.
"Wait, are you saying that when Lancelot came back—"
"Oh yeah, did I forget to tell you?" Merlin replied casually. "That wasn't Lancelot. It was Morgana, using Lancelot's dead soul as her plaything."
"That means that when I caught him with Guinevere," Arthur continued, but once again he was cut off.
"Yep, that was all Morgana," Merlin replied. "Actually, since Gwen wouldn't give in to her shade, Morgana was forced to put a love spell on Gwen to make it work. She really didn't want you guys to be happy."
"If I had the energy, I'd throw something at you," Arthur grumbled. "Why didn't you tell me that at the time?!"
"You so wouldn't have believed me," Merlin chuckled.
Arthur had to admit, he had a point. Even so, the whole thing made him feel foolish for falling for Morgana's plot.
"Well, you could have told me before now," Arthur tried again.
"I guess," Merlin shrugged. "But it all does seem kinda unimportant now, what with you two happily married and everything."
Arthur just grumbled. He had to admit, Merlin had a point. It was annoying how he seemed to keep doing that. Arthur was the king. He was the one who was supposed to make the good points. If Merlin hadn't just saved his life and his entire kingdom, Arthur would have considered punishing Merlin for such antics. A day in the stocks perhaps? Or would this new magical Merlin not put up with such things anymore? Arthur found himself almost curious. Without the threat of execution hanging over him every time he did magic, would this Merlin magic his way out of such a punishment or put up with it for old times sake?
Just then, Arthur's thoughts were interrupted by Merlin standing up and leaning over Arthur, holding his hand out slightly.
"What are you doing?" Arthur asked.
"I'm checking on your wound," Merlin said.
Arthur knew Merlin must have been using magic. There were no medical instruments in sight as the warlock hovered his hand over Arthur's sword wound.
"I didn't get to you fast enough," Merlin said as he moved his hand back. "You'd lost too much blood already. If I'd just been a little faster, you'd be healed by now."
"Like when I saw you heal Eylan?" Arthur asked.
Merlin nodded. "That time, I was able to stop the bleeding right away, but I can't put blood back in the body once it's on the ground."
"Good to know there are at least some limits to your power," Arthur smiled at him. "The last thing I need is an omnipotent servant."
His words had the desired effect. Merlin chuckled. "That's a big word," he said, smiling. "For a cabbage head."
Arthur couldn't help but laugh a little, even if it hurt his chest. At least he wasn't coughing anymore, though that didn't stop his overly anxious best friend from making him drink more water. Arthur accepted the water, even if he felt weak doing it. Being bedridden was not his forte.
"When I found you," Merlin began. "Kara and Mordred's body's were right beside you…"
Arthur didn't need Merlin to finish the question. He knew what his friend was asking. Still laying in his bed, but feeling much more like himself than he had in days, Arthur recounted the story.
"That's exactly what I saw," Merlin said slowly when Arthur was finished. "At least the part from when Mordred approached you in anger to when you fell after leaning on your sword."
"Well then, it looks like you can't change prophecy after all," Arthur told him.
"In my vision," Merlin continued. "It was so dark I couldn't actually see what colours Mordred was wearing. It seemed to me at the time that he'd been dressed all in black like he'd changed sides."
"The red on his Camelot clothes were quite covered in blood by the time I saw him," Arthur explained. "I wouldn't be surprised if in the dark it looked black."
"Even so, I had operated under the assumption that Mordred would change sides before he'd try to kill you this whole time," Merlin explained. "I was always waiting to see what would make him turn traitor, but in reality, he was still wearing Camelot colours when he tried to kill you."
"He'd just witnessed me kill the woman he loved," Arthur reminded Merlin. "We can't control who we love. I know that more than anymore. Mordred just couldn't see Kara for what she was." Arthur stopped for a moment as he realized something. "I think in his shoes, I likely would have done the same, if someone had killed Guinevere before my eyes."
"Yeah, but Gwen would never be hateful enough to follow an army for miles just to try and kill someone," Merlin countered.
"As I said, we can't control who we love," Arthur replied softly. "I got lucky."
"I suppose," Merlin shrugged.
"Even if he did turn traitor at the very end, I want Mordred buried with the honour of a Camelot knight," the king said firmly. "Only you and I will know he lost his footing at the end. It seems to me the best way to honour what he did right. One moment shouldn't undo all the loyalty that came before it."
"That's very noble of you, sire," Merlin said. "Now would you please get some sleep so I can stop worrying."
Arthur chuckled but then regretted it as it made his chest hurt. "Fine," he said and closed his eyes.
He heard Merlin's chair legs move against the ground and knew his friend had sat down again.
Even with his eyes closed, Arthur didn't think he'd fall asleep right away. There was too much to think about.
The more he went over it in his head, the more he was happy with his decision to give Mordred a honourable knight's burial. For all the good he did for Camelot, Arthur wanted people to remember Mordred at his best.
Besides, in a way, Arthur owed Mordred; his affection for the young druid knight had actually saved Camelot. After all, it had been Arthur's desire to save Mordred's life that had compelled him to accept magic back into his kingdom. The great irony here was that the punishment he took to save Mordred had turned out to be a blessing while Mordred had been the curse. The thing he accepted as a punishment to protect someone had become that which protected his people while the one he'd been trying to protect had betrayed him. Ironic indeed.
Arthur also couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if Merlin hadn't intervened and Kara had been executed in Camelot. Given Mordred's reaction on the battlefield, he knew it would have gone badly. But how badly? Would Mordred have come to kill him right then? Or maybe formed an alliance with his enemies? Arthur supposed he'd never really know, but that was probably a good thing. Dwelling on the past was more Merlin's thing; Arthur was a man of action. Or at least, he'd be so again when he was no longer confined to this bed.
As Arthur's mind started to drift into sleep, he thought maybe the bed wasn't so bad. It definitely wasn't as comfortable as his bed back home, but at least it was off the ground and carefully watched over by the ones he loved the most.
The next time Arthur woke, he could tell at once that he'd been moved. He also sensed that he'd been sleeping longer than either time before. Opening his eyes, Arthur recognized the canopy above his bed back in Camelot. He guessed that Merlin had floated him here to prevent his waking up while they packed up and returned home. Sneaky warlock. How had he gotten Arthur all the way home without waking him?
But that hardly mattered. It was time for the king to get out of bed. Arthur had never been much for being sick, and now that his mind was clear again, he wanted nothing more than to stand on his own two feet.
The realities of this task quickly proved more difficult than made any sense. Arthur could feel that he had enough strength in his limbs to get out of bed, and he could move freely in the bed, but once he got close to leaving it, something stopped him. Arthur collapsed back onto the mattress, confused and frustrated by his lack of success.
Just then, the door opened, and Arthur turned to see his wife walk into the room.
"Oh good, you're awake," Guinevere smiled at him.
"Do you know why I can't get out of bed?" Arthur asked her, skipping the small talk.
"Because you need more rest," she replied.
"No, I mean why can't I physically leave the bed?" Arthur rephrased.
Guinevere sighed. "Your best friend is a worrier of a warlock, and you can't figure that one out?" she asked him with a slight tilt of her head.
"Are you saying Merlin has trapped me here?!" Arthur exclaimed. She nodded. "Oh, he'll pay for this! I feel fine."
"Oh, you do, huh?" Guinevere said with an all too innocent smile on her face as she walked closer to his bed. Gently, but with enough force to prove her point, Gwen put pressure on his wound.
"Ow!" Arthur whined as he collapsed back onto the bed.
"A few more days in bed at least," Guinevere told him. "Or Gaius and Merlin say you'll start bleeding again."
"I'll have them both hung for mutiny," Arthur exclaimed.
"There, there now, lay back," Guinevere said, completely ignoring his empty threat. "And get some rest. I'll be back shortly with soup and something to drink."
Arthur had no choice but to lay down, though he was determined not to fall asleep, because he was totally fine and Merlin was just being ridiculous.
He was quite happy with himself when he managed to stay awake until Guinevere returned with his soup. The problem was that after he ate, it was suddenly a lot harder to stay awake. Maybe a little more rest wouldn't be the worst thing ever.
Notes:
What do you think of Arthur's recovery? I tried to throw in some humor. Hopefully you enjoyed it. This chapter and the next two chapters of this story have been written for about a month now but my editor has been really busy.
My husband and I are expecting our first child to be born any day now so I am trying to wrap up as many stories as I can before feeding a newborn takes over my life. Haven't had much luck though. My two other stories are NO WHERE near done. If you are reading those I do apologize. One out of three isn't the best score ever but at least it's something. :)
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Sneak Peek Chapter 19
The funeral pires had been completed the day before and the ceremony was set for that afternoon. So far they hadn't seen any of the problems Gaius had predicted. Merlin suspected that the people of Camelot were so relieved to have it all be over that they were putting up with the king's sentimentality over his half sister's death.
Despite the fact Merlin was to attend a double funeral in just a few short hours, Merlin couldn't help but be cheerful even if he was doing his best to hide that fact. It was over. The prophesied moment had come to pass and everyone he loved was still alive. His friends were happy, magic was accepted and there was peace in the united land of Albion. He'd achieved everything he'd set out to do almost ten years ago. The relief he felt from this reality was more than he knew how to express.
When he arrived at the funeral Merlin took his place standing with the knights as they all surrounded the pires. Morgana's body lay on the pire closest to him while Mordred's body was on the adjacent pire. When Arthur began his speech, silence fell. Even Merlin who knew the truth about Mordred couldn't help but be moved by the king's words and it was more than just Arthur who spoke on Mordred's behalf. A few of the other knights had stories to share about the good times they'd had when Mordred was amoung them.
Chapter 19: The Change
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
When there was no longer any risk of Arthur bleeding out, Merlin lifted the restriction spell around the king's bed. He fully expected Arthur to reprimand him for this offense and had been prepared to take whatever punishment his friend wanted to dish out. To his great surprise, Arthur's big punishment was to wrap his arm around Merlin's neck and rub his knuckles against the top of Merlin's head vigorously. The slight soreness of his scalp seemed a small price to pay for Arthur's renewed good health.
Once the king was done dishing out punishment, he set about the task of planning the funerals. Word spread quickly of his plan to give Morgana a funeral. It was not a popular opinion with the people, though Merlin sensed they would get over it eventually. Gaius, however, disagreed.
"She was an enemy of Camelot," Gaius had advised the king the first time he'd announced his intentions to the Round Table. "She's been responsible for many deaths among your people. They will not be pleased."
"Enemy or not, she was my sister," Arthur answered. "And will get a proper burial. We'll put her to rest with dignity for the person she once was, not the person she later became." Gaius gave in at that point, and none of the other knights had spoken up, so they'd moved on to the next matter of the Round Table.
Arthur's plans for Mordred's funeral were universally accepted. Merlin suspected the knights would have wanted nothing less than to honour their fallen friend even if Arthur hadn't insisted on it. Merlin quickly realized that the only way Arthur would have been able to get out of holding a funeral ceremony for Mordred was if he'd told everyone about the druid knight's betrayal, and even Merlin knew that was pointless. As usual, when Arthur followed his heart, he came to just the right decision. Prophecy or no, Mordred wasn't all bad. He had, after all, helped heal Merlin from poison once and saved Arthur's life on more than one occasion. It was best that his friends remember him fondly.
The funeral pyres had been completed the day before, and the ceremony was set for that afternoon. So far, they hadn't seen any of the problems Gaius had predicted. Merlin suspected that the people of Camelot were so relieved to have it all be over that they were putting up with the king's sentimentality over his half sister's death.
Despite the fact Merlin was to attend a double funeral in just a few short hours, Merlin couldn't help but be cheerful, even if he was doing his best to hide that fact. It was over. The prophesied moment had come to pass and everyone he loved was still alive. His friends were happy, magic was accepted, and there was peace in the united land of Albion. He'd achieved everything he'd set out to do almost ten years ago. The relief he felt from this reality was more than he knew how to express.
When he arrived at the funeral, Merlin took his place standing with the knights as they all surrounded the pyres. Morgana's body lay on the pyre closest to him, while Mordred's body was on the adjacent pyre. When Arthur began his speech, silence fell. Even Merlin, who knew the truth about Mordred, couldn't help but be moved by the king's words. It was more than just Arthur who spoke on Mordred's behalf. A few of the other knights had stories to share about the good times they'd had when Mordred was amoung them.
When it was time to speak for Morgana, only Arthur's voice rang out. He spoke of the girl he'd known as a child and of the strong compassionate woman she'd grown into, before mourning the loss of that woman to the hatred that had filled her heart.
"The one I called family died many years ago," Arthur continued his eulogy. "Today we bury an enemy, and mourn the loss of the ally she once was."
Holding his torch high, Arthur moved forward to light Morgana's pyre. The fire caught at once and quickly spread.
There was silence throughout the courtyard as both fires burned. Merlin found himself staring at the flames. He watched as they danced along the logs, their colour changing slightly as they moved. The bright oranges gave way to lighter yellows, and at times there was even a hint of blue to be found in the flames. It was rather beautiful in a morbid kind of way.
Staring at the flames, Merlin couldn't help but let his mind wander. There was still one part of the prophecy that he hadn't seen come to pass. Kilgharrah had once spoken of an alliance between Mordred and Morgana, but it hadn't happened.
As the fire danced over the logs, Merlin wondered if maybe prophecies weren't as black and white as they seemed. From where he was standing, it almost seemed like the two fires were linked somehow. The image gave Merlin an idea. Could the symbolic way these two were both being put to rest side by side in some way have contributed to the part of the prophecy that spoke of their alliance? The metaphor certainly seemed possible, though Merlin knew he'd never be able to find out for sure; it was an interesting idea. He'd have to run it by Kilgharrah sometime to see what he thought. Merlin hadn't seen much of his dragon friend lately. With peace in the land and their greatest enemy vanquished, Merlin wasn't sure when he'd have a reason to summon the Great Dragon again. Maybe he'd have to resort to summoning Kilgharrah for a social call sometime, though he wasn't sure what Kilgharrah would think of that.
At first, Merlin thought the slight flapping noise was all in his head because he'd been thinking about Kilgharrah. It wasn't until the sound got louder and was punctuated with a loud screech that Merlin knew it was real. He and most of the courtyard looked up at once, and there, clear as day, was the little white dragon. Aithusa was flying above them, screeching angrily. Before he'd even come close to deciding what to do, Aithusa dove suddenly for Morgana's body, her claws outstretched as if she intended to pick Morgana up and fly them both out of there.
Not only was Merlin sure that the young crippled dragon was not strong enough to attempt such a thing, but he also knew it would alarm every knight in the place. The poor little dragon didn't understand the danger she was putting herself in by charging forward so openingly. Quickly, before anyone had time to pull out a crossbow, Merlin used his dragonlord voice to speak to Aithusa. He told her to calm down and land, which she did, on top of a nearby building. She wasn't leaving, but Merlin's instructions wouldn't let her approach. Merlin suspected this meant she was too determined to leave.
"Morgana's dragon," Merlin said in his normal voice to Arthur. "She doesn't understand what's happening. I think she is trying to rescue her master."
"Just send her away," Arthur replied. "I've seen you do it before."
"She's upset and hurt," Merlin continued. "If I send her away, who knows what trouble she'd get herself into. She's just a baby."
"A baby with claws," Arthur reminded him.
"Please," Merlin said. "I promise she won't be a danger to anyone, under my care."
They looked at each other for a moment. Merlin studied the king's face, hoping to see pity and compassion there for a distressed animal instead of fear.
"Alright fine," Arthur sighed. "But at the first sign of trouble, the dragon's gone."
Merlin couldn't see the pity or compassion he'd been looking for, but rather just the usual caving into a friend type-emotion he'd seen on Arthur's face many times before. Even so, he'd take what he could get.
"Fair enough," Merlin replied. He instructed the knights and king to move away from him a bit before speaking again in the voice of his kin. Aithusa lifted off from where she'd landed on a roof to come and land beside Merlin.
"It's going to be okay," Merlin whispered to the dragon. He reached his hand forward and gently stroked Aithusa's neck. "I'm going to take care of you."
Though he wouldn't let her take off again, Merlin released his dragonlord's hold over Aithusa enough for her to understand that he wasn't her jailer. Even so he could tell she wanted nothing more than to jump into the fire with Morgana.
"She's gone," Merlin told the dragon, still in that same low whisper so as not to confuse the knights. "You can't save her."
Aithusa didn't seem to accept this. Instead she wriggled against his dragonlord powers, trying to get into the fire. She was like a small child, Merlin thought. A child witnessing the death of a parent and being unable to see reason.
Merlin just kept stroking her neck, repeating the same words over and over. He told her Morgana was gone but that everything was going to be okay. After he'd repeated this for quite some time, her behavior started to change. She seemed to struggle a little less every time he spoke. Finally, when Aithusa started making a low and sorrowful sound deep in her throat, Merlin knew he'd gotten through to her. Aithusa understood that her mistress was dead. Even so, Merlin continued to stroke her neck in an effort to comfort her and keep her calm.
He wondered again why she didn't speak. The only dragon he knew apart from her was Kilgharrah, who had been fully grown with perfect speech before Merlin had met him. Maybe baby dragons were different? Maybe it took them a while to learn to speak to humans, or maybe they needed to be taught by their dragonlords how to communicate with people. Being that he was the last Dragonlord and she the last new dragon hatched, Merlin had no way of finding out for sure. He decided he'd need to ask Kilgharrah about this as soon as possible if he was indeed going to be of any use to his little dragon.
Merlin also knew he'd have to find somewhere for her to sleep tonight. There was a rarely used tower on the edge of the citadel that might work. Once the funeral ended, he asked Arthur if he could use it, and the king agreed.
"Just make sure your dragon doesn't scare people," Arthur instructed. "That's the last thing we need. This is a time for rebuilding, not fear."
Merlin replied that this wouldn't be a problem, and after informing Gaius of his plan, Merlin set to work gathering what he needed before he guided the little white dragon to the tower.
Aithusa came, though she seemed cautious about the whole thing. While Merlin went up the stairs, the little dragon took flight. Merlin opened a window for her when he reached the top. Aithusa flew in, and Merlin closed the window behind her.
The tower wasn't much more than an empty room at the top of a spiral staircase, but it was out of the way and high enough up that the little dragon would be more comfortable. Dragons didn't like low places, especially underground ones. Merlin had brought some wood for a fire, and once he set the logs down with a few stones around them, he magicked a warm roaring fire into existence.
"There," Merlin told the little dragon. "That should keep us warm tonight, and tomorrow we are going to talk to a friend of mine about how to make you better."
Aithusa made a low compliant sound. She seemed to have given up fighting against him, though Merlin wasn't fooled into thinking that meant he'd gained the animal's trust. She'd loved Morgana. Such loyalty wouldn't shift overnight. Merlin had his work cut out for him.
Laying a blanket down on the cold ground, Merlin pulled the packed dinner out of his bag that he'd brought with him. As he munched on cheese and bread, the dragon watched him.
"Hungry?" Merlin asked her. The dragon made a slight chirp sound. It was then that Merlin realized he didn't know what dragons ate. Probably meat, but that was a guess. He'd never asked Kilgharrah how he fed himself.
"In the morning I'll get you a nice plump sheep," Merlin told her. "Promise. It's dark now, and if someone caught a glimpse of you flying about, it would alarm them. In daylight, you can walk beside me and no one will be worried. Okay?"
He wasn't sure why he was asking her when she didn't have the ability to speak back. He supposed he hoped she could understand his speech even if she couldn't reply. Merlin couldn't help but feel like the painful path of her life was his fault. After all, he had hatched her. Kilgharrah had said at the time it was normal for baby dragons to make their own way after hatching, and Merlin hadn't been able to do more for her while hiding his magic anyway. So he'd let her fly off on her own, and the first person she bonded with was Morgana. That bond had led her to be crippled and speechless. He hadn't been able to help before, but he was determined to help now.
Besides, what else was there really to do? Arthur was safe, the prophecy was resolved, and he could give up his servant chores whenever he felt like it. Merlin very likely needed a new project, and Aithusa needed him even more. It just made sense.
When Merlin laid his head down to sleep, he tried to encourage Aithusa to do the same. She didn't comply at first but preferred to stay at the ready. It wasn't until Merlin had his eyes closed and was about to fall asleep that he heard the soft scraping sound of the dragon's claws against the stone floor that told him the dragon had finally relaxed.
They were awoken by the sun. Merlin didn't waste any time tidying up his makeshift bed. He opened the window for Aithusa again, knowing she'd hate the confined space on the stairs. He didn't let her fly off on her own though, instead using his dragonlord control to have her meet him on the ground. He hoped it wouldn't be long until she followed him of her own free will rather than because she had no choice. Dragons weren't horses or other domestic animals. They were meant to be free, and when Athusia was well again, she would be free once again, Merlin vowed to himself.
Merlin walked out past the walls of Camelot to the meadow where he usually met Kilgharrah with the little white dragon walking beside him. He got some strange looks, even a few fearful ones, but no one ran for cover or lashed out in fear. Merlin had been right to wait until daylight to travel with her. A small weak looking animal walking calmly beside Merlin was far less threatening than a dragon flying through the night sky. Merlin suspected that this was because dragons seemed less threatening on the ground than they did in the air.
When they reached the clearing, Merlin summoned Kilgharrah. It seemed to take a bit longer than usual, but eventually he saw those oh so familiar wings in the sky.
"It's been a while, young warlock," Kilgharrah said once he touched down. Merlin couldn't help but notice that one wing wasn't quite acting normally.
"Are you alright?" Merlin asked.
"Of course," Kilgharrah replied confidently, but Merlin wasn't buying it.
"Your wing," Merlin inquired. "If you're injured, I can heal you."
"There are some things even one as powerful as you can't mend," Kilgharrah replied calmly. "And by the looks of it, inquiring after my health was not your reason for summoning me. We have a guest."
Merlin had no intention of letting him off the hook that easily and made a mental note to ask again later, but for the moment allowed himself to be distracted.
"Yes," Merlin replied. "This is Aithusa. I'm sure you remember."
"I could never forget such a momentous occasion as the birth of a new dragon," Kilgharrah agreed.
"She formed a bond with Morgana," Merlin told Kilgharrah. "And now that Morgana is dead, she is lost. I was hoping you could help me to help her." He paused to see if Kilgharrah wanted to say anything and continued when the dragon remained silent. "She doesn't speak and her body was crippled by being in a confined space while she was growing. Do you have any idea how to help her?"
"Unfortunately I do not," Kilgharrah replied. "Young dragons were always the responsibility of dragonlords. I myself have never cared for one, and as there are no more dragonlords, save for you, young warlock, I fear there is no one else for you to ask."
"I see," Merlin replied. He was more disappointed than he realized at Kilgharrah's words. He'd so hoped the older dragon would have had the answer, like he so often did. He then asked what dragons ate and Kilgharrah confirmed his assumption that they usually ate animals, often whole and well torched. Then Kilgharrah changed the topic.
"Am I to assume that Morgana's death means that the prophecy has been completed?" Kilgharrah asked. Merlin nodded. "Does Arthur live?"
"Yes," Merlin replied. "He was almost killed, but I managed to heal his wound enough for him to survive."
"I must admit I am surprised," Kilgharrah said. "Arthur was never simply a king. He's the prophesied Once and Future King. I had always assumed that meant he would fall to rise again when he was most needed."
"It seems prophecies aren't as black and white as they seem," Merlin replied.
"Unlikely," Kilgharrah disagreed. "It is not the prophecy that changed, but you. You deviated from the path set out and thus changed the outcome. It is impossible to know the details of how you did this, but the how of it hardly matters now, for all that you have dreamt of building has come to pass."
Merlin could sense something in the dragon's tone that worried him. "You sound like you are saying goodbye," Merlin said.
"I am tired, Emrys," Kilgharrah replied. "That is all."
"Get some sleep then," Merlin said.
The great dragon chucked. "It is not that simple, young warlock," he said. "I am old, Emrys. My time has almost come. It is the cycle of life. No more. No less. But I shall serve you for as long as I have the strength."
"What will I do without you?" Merlin asked, trying to stop his voice cracking while he held back tears.
"Oh, get into less trouble I hope," Kilgharrah chuckled. "And remember me."
"You are not easy to forget, my friend," Merlin replied kindly. He was having a hard time stopping the tears from flowing down his face.
"It has been a privilege to know you, young warlock," Kilgharrah continued. "The story we have been a part of will live long in the minds of men."
And with that final word, Kilgharrah spread his wings and took flight. Merlin watched as he flew, seeing just how much his right wing was slacking.
Trying to hide his hurt from Aithusa, Merlin spoke softly to her about getting her something to eat. Together, they moved through the woods looking for game when suddenly, Aithusa took off. She returned moments later with a dead boar in her claws. She'd already cooked it with her fire quite thoroughly. It was closer to burnt than well done in Merlin's books, but still she ate it happily. Aithusa seemed a little more comfortable in Merlin's presence than she'd been before Kilgharrah's visit. Merlin's assumption was that the other dragon's interaction with Merlin had given Aithusa greater understanding of Merlin's role as a dragonlord. Whatever the reason though, he was grateful for it. The sooner she trusted him, the sooner he could help her. And he needed to help her. From what Kilgharrah had said, Aithusa was his responsibility.
Notes:
What did you guys think of my take on this loose ends tidying chapter?
With no one knowing that Mordred turned traitor, I felt sure his funeral would have been sad, with his friends speaking about him and everyone mourning his loss. Morgana's funeral though I just felt like if Arthur had lived he would have wanted to put his sister to rest even if no one else agreed with him.
Also the girl who was executed by Gwen in the show after Arthur's death I pretty much cut from the ending. She did still betray them since the ambush her leaked info created still happened the same in this version. Its just that with Arthur not dead and the battle won no one was looking for anyone to blame quite like in the show so I figured she likely escaped Camelot. Maybe she left Gwaine a 'dear john' letter, but no matter how heartbroken he thinks he is, he should just be happy to be alive. lol. I guess I could have included that but with just Merlin and Arthur's povs in this story I couldn't see where to fit it in.
As for the dragon: In the show, I always hated how Merlin never took responsibility for hatching Aithusa. He worked so hard to get her hatched then it's like we never heard another thing about her until she was on team Morgana. Way to hatch a baby and abandon it Merlin! There was also never any indication that Kilgharrah took care of the baby so it was just totally ditched the moment it hatched. So mean! Poor thing. No wonder it turned to the first magical being it found for comfort and support aka Morgana. When I watched the show I thought maybe after Morgana died Merlin would have stepped up but no. He is too distract about Arthur to think about how he killed Aithusa's master and now the poor little dragon is very likely lost and alone AGAIN. Really Merlin not your finest moment. Sigh.
On another note: I gave Aithusa a female pronoun because I just picked one. I don't really think they were specific in the show if it was a boy or girl dragon. I even checked the Merlin fan wiki page and they use 'its' for Aithusa the entire time! There was one mention of Kilgharrah indirectly indicated that the white dragon was male. But the actress who played Morgana (Kaite McGrath) stated in an interview once that to her Aithusa was a female. Finally it said on the wiki page that many fans regard Aithusa as female but it was never confirmed in the canon. They state the gender remains unknown. So yeah hence by decision to just pick one... cause like come on! Make up your mind people.
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Sneak Peek Chapter 20Some days, Arthur almost couldn't believe the world he lived in. His biggest surprise, however, had come when the dragon learned to talk. The first time he'd heard that odd echoey voice coming from the small white dragon, Arthur had nearly jumped out of his skin. Merlin, on the other hand, had looked at the animal like a proud parent.
Camelot sure had changed since his father's time. Arthur knew with perfect clarity that if Uther were here, he'd be more than just appalled by how his kingdom was being run. He'd be downright murderous. So much had changed in just the year since Arthur had rescinded the law against the use of magic. Merlin was, of course, still Court Warlock, but they had another full time magic healer on staff now as well. The last two knights Arthur had added to his ranks both had some magical ability. Arthur had found it helpful on more than one occasion to have someone on patrols who could do magic, even if their magic was nowhere near as powerful as Merlin's. Upon beginning his acceptance and understanding of magic, Arthur had learned quickly that Merlin's magic was far more powerful than most. He also knew that Merlin was far more ridiculous than most.
But today was not the day to chuckle over his crazy friend's actions. Today, Arthur had a different problem. His wife had been acting very odd and he was starting to worry something was wrong.
Chapter 20: The Future
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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When Merlin had told him he wanted to start babysitting a dragon on a regular basis, the king had been highly skeptical. Arthur would never have imagined that a mere year later, that same dragon could be an asset to his kingdom. Aithusa came and went as she pleased now without incident. She often returned to Merlin but would then be gone for weeks or even months at a time. Even when she wasn't around, just the knowledge that Camelot had a dragon done wonders for Arthur politically. His enemies thought twice before picking a fight with not only the kingdom with a court warlock, but also the kingdom with a dragon. His allies had been reassured by the display of power, that is, once they'd gotten over their fear. Merlin's teaching Aithusa never to hunt Camelot livestock had been a great help in this area, along with the dragon's overall gentle nature. Some citizens had even been brave enough to approach her, though only with Merlin nearby. Arthur remembered well the first time he'd witnessed such a thing. A little girl held high in her father's arms had reached out to gently stroke the dragon's cheek. Arthur had been surprised by the look of intelligence on the animal's face as it closed his eyes, clearly enjoying the sensation.
Some days, Arthur almost couldn't believe the world he lived in. His biggest surprise, however, had come when the dragon learned to talk. The first time he'd heard that odd echoey voice coming from the small white dragon, Arthur had nearly jumped out of his skin. Merlin, on the other hand, had looked at the animal like a proud parent.
Camelot sure had changed since his father's time. Arthur knew with perfect clarity that if Uther were here, he'd be more than just appalled by how his kingdom was being run. He'd be downright murderous. So much had changed in just the year since Arthur had rescinded the law against the use of magic. Merlin was, of course, still Court Warlock, but they had another full time magic healer on staff now as well. The last two knights Arthur had added to his ranks both had some magical ability. Arthur had found it helpful on more than one occasion to have someone on patrols who could do magic, even if their magic was nowhere near as powerful as Merlin's. Upon beginning his acceptance and understanding of magic, Arthur had learned quickly that Merlin's magic was far more powerful than most. He also knew that Merlin was far more ridiculous than most.
But today was not the day to chuckle over his crazy friend's actions. Today, Arthur had a different problem. His wife had been acting very odd and he was starting to worry something was wrong. Lately, Arthur had often caught her taking long naps in the middle of the day. Most nights she ate almost nothing at dinner, and what little she did eat he sometimes saw her throw up. Despite his belief that she'd tell him if she were getting sick, Arthur couldn't help but worry when this carried on for more than a week. Whenever he asked her if she was alright, Guieneve always replied that she was fine with a somewhat forced smile. Unable to simply let it go, Arthur decided to go right to the source, but Gaius wasn't any help.
"Talk to your wife," Gaius just said over and over. "As a physician, I can't say what my patients wish me not to tell."
"I'm the king," Arthur reminded him.
"Makes no difference," Gaius replied.
Arthur had left in a huff. He knew there was no use in asking the queen directly. She would always reply the same way. She was fine and better than okay, but she didn't seem better than okay to him. It wasn't normal to sleep all day and throw up your food all night.
Asking Merlin if he knew anything revealed the same results as asking Gaius. The only difference being that Merlin had a dopey grin on his face the whole time.
Pretty soon, the anxiety was starting to affect his ability to think. Thoughts went round and round in his mind until he finally decided enough was enough. He would just have to make Guinevere tell him what was wrong.
Finding her, however, soon proved to be more difficult than he'd thought. She wasn't in their chambers or in her study going over paperwork. Guinevere had taken over a few of the king's tasks in the last year, such as the inventory and organization of their food stockpiles and a few other things. Arthur had given her her own office well over ten months ago. He found he enjoyed sharing the burden of ruling with her and felt sure that if anything ever happened to him, Camelot would be safe in her very capable hands.
Next, Arthur tried searching for her in the lavatories in case she was throwing up again, but still no luck. It wasn't until he went for a walk in the garden that he found her. The weather was lovely, with the sun shining and the sky a pale blue. There was a light breeze in the air while the sun shone down. It was the perfect weather for a walk. He should have thought of this earlier.
As Arthur spotted her, he jogged up to walk beside her.
"Beautiful day," he said.
"It is, isn't it," Guinevere replied with a smile.
Gently, Arthur reached out and put a hand around her arm to indicate that he wanted her to stop walking. She did so, turning to face him with a questioning expression on her face.
"I've asked you so many times already," Arthur said, being as clear as he knew how. "You always say you are fine, but I know that you are not. Please tell me what's wrong before I go mad."
With a great sigh, Guinevere gave in.
"I was trying to keep it a surprise," she said. "I didn't want to get your hopes up, but it seems I've been more obvious than I thought."
Her words made little sense to him. How could her being ill possibly lead to him getting his hopes up? Despite her no longer shrugging him off, Arthur felt just as confused as he had this morning until she spoke again.
"I think I'm pregnant," Guinevere explained.
Arthur blinked. He'd seen pregnant women before in his kingdom. They had very round bellies, but he'd never seen them throwing up. Sleeping all day and throwing up felt more like illness to him. Then again, it wasn't like he knew anything about this sort of thing, and from the way Gaius and Merlin had acted when he'd asked them, it sounded like she'd consulted both of them already. And if they agreed with her, then it had to be true, right? Who would know better than a physician and a warlock?
"Well, say something," Guinevere spoke nervously and Arthur realized how long he'd remained silent.
Reaching forward, he pulled his wife into his arms, burying his face into her neck. He understood now what she meant by his getting his hopes up, because that's where they were, soaring high above the clouds.
Pulling out of the hug, he kissed her sweetly before gazing into her eyes and smiling with all his heart. He didn't really have any words that could express how he was feeling. Thankfully, Guinevere seemed to understand. Reaching forward, she took his hand in hers and they continued the walk together.
It wasn't until Guinevere began to show, her belly just a bit more stretched out than it had been before, that she allowed him to tell anyone apart from those who already knew. It was at this time that her nausea seemed to go away as well, and she became much more energetic. Arthur took it as a good sign.
The knowledge of the impending royal birth spread like wildfire, and soon the whole kingdom was abuzz with the news. At once, this made Arthur worry. Even if Camelot was strong, it had enemies, and a new heir was just the kind of target an enemy would pick. Between that and his growing worry that Guinevere would fall and hurt herself due to her new lack of balance, there was really only one thing he could do. He assigned a guard to stay with her at all times to make sure she didn't fall or hurt herself. The guard had even been instructed to stop her from climbing on ladders or using stools to reach top shelves. When one guard grew tired, he switched out with another so she was never without protection. Guinevere was more than a little annoyed with her new babysitter, but seemed willing to put up with it for the sake of the child.
By the time Guinevere's swelling abdomen was big enough to prevent her from bending over, Merlin had started theorizing.
"Almost four years of marriage and nothing," he was saying one day. "Then within a year of Morgana's death she conceives. I can't help but wonder if that's a coincidence? I wouldn't put it past Morgana to put some kind of curse on your marriage to prevent its producing any children. I mean, we are talking about the same women who once turned Gwen into a deer while you were in the forest hunting for deer. If I hadn't been there, well, you don't want to know how that would have gone down. Anyway, I'm thinking that her death probably lifted the curse, though it's just a theory. I'd never be able to prove it."
Arthur tried not to really process Merlin's words. He really didn't want to know that he'd once almost killed his wife while she'd been a deer. What was he supposed to do with that information?
"Don't you have some important warlock things to do?" Arthur groaned at his annoying friend.
"Nope," Merlin exclaimed.
"What is the point of having you then?" Arthur groaned. He was tired. Between the stress of constantly worrying about his wife and the fact that she now took up most of the bed and poked him in the elbow all night, he wasn't getting much sleep.
"Insurance," Merlin explained easily. "Any kingdom who wants to invade knows they'd have to deal with me." Merlin laughed. "That, and I finally figured out how to cure a hangover."
"Great," Arthur said with great sarcasm. "Got any remedies for sleeplessness?"
"Yep," Merlin replied. "Get more sleep."
"So helpful," Arthur said with gritted teeth.
"Always here to help," Merlin laughed.
Arthur had never seen his friend so happy as he'd been since their victory at the Battle of Camlann. It was like some kind of weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Even so, in his sleep-deprived state, Arthur wasn't in the mood to be happy for his friend. He'd much rather be annoyed at the warlock's cheerfulness.
Arthur passed back and forth outside the bedroom door. He could hear his wife's laboured breathing and cries of pain through the walls. There was absolutely nothing he could do to help and it was killing him. Pacing had helped a little to ease his restlessness. At least it felt like movement, though he knew it was meaningless. All he could really do was hope and pray that they would both be alright. Losing the child would be horrible but he could survive it. What Arthur feared most was losing Guinevere.
Back and forth, back and forth he made his legs move, very likely wearing down the floor, but that hardly mattered. His eyes to the ground, Arthur listened intently, waiting to hear the sound of a baby's cry.
Every now and then, a maid rushed past him carrying a bowl of water or some towels. Every time this happened, Arthur would have to fight the urge to push through the doors and see what was going on. The only thing that kept him on this side of the door but his promise to Guinevere. She had asked him to stay out of the birthing room no matter what he heard.
Back and forth he paced, all the while listening. Even with his attention so fixated, he still had plenty of time to worry. Was it supposed to take this long? What did the length of time mean as far as the health of the two people involved? Was there really nothing he could do to help? Arthur was used to being able to solve problems with a sword, or more recently, a political dinner. This required neither of those things. Rationally, Arthur knew that children were born every day in his kingdom. It was a common and normal thing that shouldn't be feared, and yet when it happened to you or those you love, somehow it felt like the biggest thing in the world.
And just then he heard it — the loud wail he'd been waiting for. Without so much as a second thought, Arthur burst into the room. The first thing his eyes saw was the look on his wife's face as she held her child for the first time. She was smiling, even with sweat plastering her hair to her forehead and exhaustion clear in her expression. It was then that Arthur took in the blood. There was so much blood. Could this really be okay? Was she okay? It was only the look on Guinevere's face that stopped him from panicking. There was something about that smile that just couldn't be bad. Arthur ran over to her, staying hear her head so as not to think too hard about how much blood she lost.
Leaning down, Arthur kissed her sweaty forehead before looking at his child. The baby was all wrinkly and covered in goo, but very much alive. Arthur wasn't sure what he'd expected. Once again, the babies he'd seen before in his life had been older than this. Never before had he seen one so brand new.
A maid came over then to try and shoo him out of the room, saying a man had no place in the birthing room. Arthur reminded her that he was king and he'd do what he liked. She looked rather annoyed but didn't protest further. Arthur looked to Gwen to see if she was going to try and throw him out as well, but Guinevere had no eyes for anything other than the infant in her arms.
Arthur watched as the maids cleaned the baby and wrapped string tightly around the cord still attached to the infant's belly. He was almost worried when they brought a sharp knife to sever the cord between where they'd tied it off. He had no idea why they were doing this but assumed they'd done it many times before and knew what they were doing. He'd asked for the most experienced midwives to attend his wife, and Gaius had been confident in his selection. Arthur decided to trust that rather than ask a bunch of questions that would get him kicked out.
The baby was then wrapped in a blanket and placed once again in Guinevere's arms.
Arthur wasn't sure how long he just stood there staring at the new little life they'd created together. Gwen's eyes were transfixed on the baby, her smile never fading.
The moment Guinevere began to speak about the gender of the baby, Arthur cut her off.
"I am just as happy with a girl as I'd have been with a boy," Arthur told her lovely. "I think we should name her Ygraine, after my mother."
"Ygraine," Guinevere repeated. "I like it."
Arthur wasn't sure how long the two of them stared at little Ygraine. He could tell the maids and other women in the room were busy, but he tried not to think about them. He was pretty sure at some point that something else came out of his wife, but it wasn't a baby. He decided he didn't want to know. What was important was that the baby and Guinevere were okay.
"Do you want to hold her?" Guinevere asked. Arthur wasn't sure if he was qualified for that. She looked so fragile, but Gwen assured him it would be fine and gave him some instructions to follow.
Until the moment he held the infant in his arms, Arthur could never have imagined the level of devotion he now felt building inside him. He wanted to give her the world. It wasn't like he hadn't altered laws before. For his daughter, Arthur Pendragon would change the world once more.
As the days and weeks passed, Guinevere regained her strength, though feeding the baby was taking a toll on her. Arthur arranged for some help, hiring a wet nurse so the queen could get more sleep and arranging meals to be brought up more frequently for the queen.
Weeks turned to months, and months to years, and before the king's eyes, his daughter grew.
When Ygraine was four years old, Arthur put a sword in her hand, and by the time she was fourteen, she could hold her own against him.
At the age of six, Ygraine began her academic lessons. Arthur arranged for tutors in every subject he could think of. He was determined to give her a king's education. She even got magic lessons from Merlin. Though she didn't possess any magic of her own, Arthur felt it was beneficial for a monarch to understand the basics, if only to be able to recognize them.
When she was sixteen, Arthur began taking her with him to important political meetings and dinners so she could begin to understand what it meant to rule a kingdom.
Arthur did all in his power to give her every tool she'd need to one day take over for him, for Arthur had decided the day she was born that an heir was an heir. He'd even gone so far as to change the laws to say that the first born became heir instead of the first born son. Strange how just altering one word in such a text could change the world so radically.
But radically changing the world was nothing new to the Once and Future King of Camelot.
Notes:
I was going with the 'and future' part of King Arthur's title meaning that he paved the way for the future here. I mean the phrase itself isn't all that specific. If you look at it like a metaphor instead of a king now and king later thing it could very well mean something like this. Same with how I tried to imply the part of the prophecy that never came true with Morgana and Mordred never joining forces. If taken as a metaphor it can be thought of another way.
Also I was going for a realistic childbirth from the perspective of a man who really doesn't want to know lol. So lots of it is implied. It seemed very Arthur of him to be totally clueless in this department. :)
I hope you enjoyed my retelling of season 5 of Merlin. I certainly like it better than the tv show version. DFTBA.
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