Instinct, a Merlin drabble
Magic is instinct. It mingles with his dreams and haunts his every breath. It dances in his blood and fortifies his bones. To take magic from him would crumble his inner being away, fade him to ghostly dust glinting on the evening breeze.
Yet the greatest powers in all Albion are determined to drain him of it, leaving a shadowed, empty existence. A silhouette.
Their eternal aim is to rid the kingdom of sorcerers. A sorcerer is someone with magic in their head. A warlock has magic embedded in their heart, it moulds their very soul. Merlin is a warlock.