Titanic

A Mergana Lovestory

Introduction

This story wouldn't exist without Maddi (who's named FireflyFanatic3 on youtube), who asked someone to write a story about Merlin and Morgana on the Titanic. I'm sure others might have had the same idea – but I haven't read any fanfictions about this yet and I'm not planning to, to keep my own story original.

I hope you'll enjoy it and feedback is always much appreciated. :)

Let the journey begin – xNynke

Trailer

If you want to get a bit of an idea what the story will be about, you can type the youtube address and add /watch?v=b3e23-MSzuA behind it.

Enjoy watching and/or reading! :)

Prologue

Darkness overflowed the gigantic ship, which was also known as the unsinkable. The boy spread his fingers and watched the stars through the openings as he was laying on a bench. His mind kept drifting off, kept displaying specific images from that night. The little gestures she made to him when she was getting bored of someone's dreadful speech. The secret looks she gave him – how proud she looked when he was answering a question about how he came to her rescue. The dress she wore was printed in his memory – a short, black dress with paillettes on the shoulders. On her arms shone large, golden bracelets, that made a clinging sound when she took a sip of her goblet filled with wine, whereupon she left a red print of her lipstick. Morgana Pendragon was the most elegant, charming lady he'd ever had the honour to meet. She was special, he had known that from the start.

The waves that crashed into the flanks of the boat suddenly became a lot more rough. The warlock pushed himself up by the surprise it caused, and saw a man in black clothes and brown cloak standing on the deck. His face was old – but wise, Merlin noticed. The small amount of white hair he had left, moved in the direction of the cold, spring air.

''What – how?'' he asked, because at this time hardly no one came to the deck anymore. And this man had just appeared here without causing sounds, and Merlin normally always noticed someone's footsteps. ''Who–?''

''Don't be afraid,'' the man spoke, ''Merlin.''

The boy held his breath, and gasped out the words: ''How do you know who I am?''

''Or is Emrys the name you prefer?''

This had a shocking effect on Merlin – he remained silent, tongue-tied by the stranger. Was he a sorcerer as well?

''I'm Taliesin,'' the man told him, ''and there's a reason you and I meet at this moment in time.''

Merlin only listened as he stood up from the bench and walked towards the man. He tried to remember if he'd seen him before, but no memories were attached to the face. There were only 2227 people on board of the ship, after all.

''You're in love with the lady Morgana. A lovely young lady, if I say it myself.'' He smiled, but the frown in his forehead showed something was bothering him.

''Yes... yes, she is,'' Merlin admitted. His eyes shifted to Taliesins right hand, that reached in a well-hidden pocket under his cloak. ''What are you doing?'' he asked. To be honest, he thought a knife could come out of that pocket any second. If so, Merlin was ready to use his magic. He'd been reading hundreds of books and found some pretty effective spells when it came to disarming people.

In the hand palm of the old man, however, laid a necklace. The string of the necklace was tessellated with little, silver diamonds. It was beautiful – but the crystal in the middle of it was breathtaking. It had a deep, blue colour and the shape of a heart.

''I'm giving you a helping hand,'' Taliesin explained. ''Here, take this.'' He reached out his hand to Merlin, who protested: ''I can't afford to buy Morgana that necklace.'' Even so, he couldn't resist the temptation to pick it up and give it another look.

''It's not meant for her,'' was the reaction he got after a quick examination of the blue crystal.

''What...'' Merlin muttered absently, ''do you expect me to wear this jewel?'' Taliesin didn't look drunk – but you never knew. And Merlin considered himself to be an ordinary boy – what could he do with the necklace when he wasn't allowed to give it to Morgana? And well, it was a fact that he couldn't afford it anyway.

Taliesins eyes narrowed as he answered in a serious tone: ''A jewel? It's more than a jewel. This blue crystal comes from the Crystal Cave.''

Merlins attention was fully back at that point, for he had read something about the Crystal Cave in one of his books about the Old Religion. He couldn't quite remember what it had said though...

''The crystal contains futures that are not yet born,'' Taliesin continued. ''The future is hidden to all but a very few, Emrys. You are one such person.''

''What... what are you saying?'' Merlin whispered. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Then, all the sudden, hissing sounds pierced through his head as he stroked over the crystal with his thumb. It was like something was trying to escape – and then he saw it. Images, flashes of a kiss, a clock that displayed 23:40 on the dial, faces that made angry expressions... some things were blurred and showed so quickly he couldn't see it. The images flashed through his head and made him dizzy. Tears of inexplicability welled up in his eyes when there was one, long image from a boat – a gigantic, unsinkable boat that was definitely going under the water surface. He dropped the necklace in shock – but the crystal was still intact and the fall didn't stop the images and the noisy sounds were boring through his mind more than ever.

''What is this?'' Merlin cried out, with hands covering his ears. ''What is this?!'' He looked up, but Taliesin had disappeared. Bewildered, he looked around him. Again. And again. But the deck was as empty as before their encounter.

Then, a voice spoke in his head – the same voice as Taliesins, Merlin recognised – the following words: ''Use what you've seen for good, Emrys. Use what you've seen for good.'' After that, the voice faded.