Dear Readers,
I know...I know...some of you want to kill me. But I have been thinking about writing a cross-over..I have never done this, so be easy on me. I just thought what if the mutants from my previous story (see Lovers and Mutants) met up with Merlin and the gang? Anyways here goes...
Somewhere in Albion, Time line: The Middle Ages Prologue
On top of the ancient ruins she stood gracefully, her hands stretched out, reaching into the night.
Her golden mane, blowing wildly with the boisterous winds as she shouts out for her ancestors, for although they are long forgotten and might we say forbidden, she has never forgotten their ways.
Alas, it is not only her…there are many of them…many of us, who remember the old religion. Some of us were born with it, some of us learned it, and others grew up around it
However, as time went on, and our ways landed in the hands of many who did not deserve such power…such satisfaction…the "ordinary" people, began to fear. For is it not human nature to fear that which is unknown? To fear that which is powerful? To fear that which is beyond our control…?
Ah yes indeed, it is…it is very much so.
So on top of the mountains this beauty stood, alone she was not. Of course not, I watch her carefully, unknowing to her…however, with her stands another...an apprentice perhaps?
I look closely…but my eyes are not what they used to be…no they are not…I do not recognize the hooded figure that stood next to this powerful witch.
However, my ears, they never failed…so I listened in and for the first time in many years…did I fear what was said before me.
"Min nama is Morgause! Wilcume, wilcume ta Albion!"
And dark laughter escaped her succulent lips as my eyes widened in fear the minute she spoke these words…
"Acwellan! Acwellan Nyaphems…Wilcume ta Albion! Hiera blod his agen!"
The winds around us grew heftier as the night clouds parted the way, revealing a tiny black hole that grew every inch bigger and bigger. I have never witnessed this before, never in a thousand years, the witch was summoning something so grave, so dangerous, not even I dared to toy around it.
I knew their ways…I had practiced them…once, a very long time ago, before it was suddenly forbidden to even dare try a hand at it.
But forgotten I had not, I knew what was to come and I had to warn my people…the people of Albion…and most importantly…I had to warn Camelot!
I turned my back against them, ready to take off, the hooded figure had noticed me for it pointed towards me and a powerful voice escaped her tongue…a commanding voice
A lady…a lady of class
"Morgause! I fear we are not alone!"
I did not turn around, I could only phantom what was taking place behind me. I knew instinctively it would be my death.
It was useless running, but yet I continued…blindly, fleeing for my life.
The blonde vixen let out an unusual cry, "Don't Worry Morgana…let the poor soul tell his King what he has witnessed today….DO YOU HEAR ME?" and with that she burst out into a shrieking uncontrollable laughter.
Morgana ? I turned to look, I did not want to believe it true…but she took off her hood and her dark hair revealed itself to me, the King's Ward…in coalition with Morgause the witch? Why?
Her eyes transformed before me…bright golden. I fell to the ground, Oh not her…not her too…
I struggled to get up, but found my limbs rooted to the ground.
And instantly I knew I was facing my doom.
Elegantly the two women approached me, snickering as they watched me struggle to break free from the ground.
I was sinking…
"You old fool!" the blond one shouted out, "Who are you? And what brings you here?"
My eyes turned to Morgana, Morgana the beautiful ward of King Uther…
I did not utter a word, my eyes never leave her pale face, those eyes are no longer what they seem…they have seen too much pain…
"Moor…gaaana…." The ground was taking me deeper within.
"Sister! Don't look at him!" The other one commanded harshly.
Sister? Morgause? Morgana is her sister…Camelot is in grave danger…
"Mark my words Morgause…this shall not end well…this shall not go unnoticed." I warned.
She kicked dirt in my face, "Shut your mouth, wizard! It is people like you that betray our kind! It is people like you that deserve to die a painful death..." She slapped me hard across the face...
Patiently they stood, watching my pain, my suffering...watching me utter out spells that left me disappointed, for none of them worked...Yes, like most of my kind, the ones that had to study magic, I had lost it's power...
My struggle amused them greatly...
"You...you...have...killed...us...ALL!" I managed to say, "You have summoned something that is BEYOND YOUR CONTROL! You have summoned something so grave, that the prophecy shall come to pass! For summoning them...you have also summoned their enemies!"
This brought her to an uncontrollable laughter and Morgana her sister nervously followed suit.
Morgause finally spoke, "They are the most powerful beings of magic. You speak madness wizard!"
"You have created a battle field amongst the creatures of magic!" I countered
"They will OBEY me! I released them!" she said haughtily...facing the skies...smiling, the portal was forming fast...soon these creatures will appear before her...soon she will control them...but not for long...not for long.
"Yes, Morgause...you freed them...but they have to be stopped and they have enemies...these enemies will come to Albion and they will try to defeat them. And they shall not care about the people around them...the battle is between them! THEY WILL NOT REST UNTIL EITHER SIDE PERISHES!"
"Ah wizard...shame to see you depart this way..." she whispered, turning slowly to face her sister, who watched her every move intensely.
Morgana stepped forward, revealing a dagger, which she grasped tightly with both hands, raising it high above her head...
"NO! Please...Morgana listen to me!" The ground clutched me tighter, I let out a cry. My breath held short as I struggle to say the one word that might protect what was to come to pass. I must say it
I took in a deep breath...
My eyes followed the dagger and swiftly I followd it's trail until I felt it thrust…deep in my chest...
"EMRYYYYYSsssss..." I scream out in pain...
Merlin woke up instantly...panting wildly. Who had called out his name?
He got up instantly, heading straight to Gaius's room.
"Gaius! Wake up! Wake up, Gaius!"
The much older man, jumped up instantly, "One Frog snot broth should fix the pain..." the old man mumbled out loud.
"Gaius! It's me...Merlin!" he shook the older man out of his sleep, "Someone called out my name...someone called out emrys."
Gaius took a minute to recover, "Who?"
Merlin, looked away from his mentor, "I don't know Gaius…something is not right here…I do not feel right."
Gaius cleared his throat, he was still sleepy "Merlin, go back to bed….you probably heard wrong. An owl perhaps…"
Merlin raised an eyebrow, "An owl?"
"Why not? Plenty of them around...besides Arthur's got you all worked up, you haven't been sleeping right." The old man struggled to get up, "Lend me hand, will you?"
Merlin helped him off the bed, "Where are you going?"
"To get you a sleeping tonic, Morgana takes the same one, does wonders they say." he grabs his glasses from the side table, "Now don't just stand there, come along and let's get you some of it."
The old man ransacked the shelves hoping to find some left over tonic, he did not wish to create one in the middle of the night, "Ah there we go!" he exclaimed joyously, "Here take it, all in one go...and REST Merlin...tomorrow Arthur will have your head if you do not clean the stables again."
Merlin took the bottle reluctantly, "Thank you, Gaius...I am sorry to have woken you up...I thought I heard..."
"None of that! Merlin. Now go, i will see you in the morning..." The old man waddled his way back to bed.
Merlin had taken the tonic, that was over half an hour ago, and still he was restless...Something is not right...he could feel it.
Maybe Gaius is right...maybe it was an owl...I must be overworked...hearing things I am not meant to...
Merlin tossed in bed, it would take him another hour until he finally managed to succomb to a deep slumber.
Well into the night, Morgause's face was filled with pleasure, as she watched the hideous creatures appear out of the portal.
"Sister..." Morgana held her close, "I fear..."
"You do not have to fear anything, sister. I have studied the prophecy...it shall come to pass, Camelot is ours...and with the help of our new friends...nothing can go wrong."
They watched as the creatures approached them.
Morgana's eyes widened with amazement, she thought she had seen everything there was to see, but what stood before them was truly bizzare, they looked human...yet their skin...some of them where blue, some green, she noticed others with reddish-brown skin.
They possessed wings, enormous ones, that resembled the wings of a bat, some of them had tails, some had hooves others had human legs.
They stood tall and their yellow eyes frightened her.
They approached them slowly, few meters from them they came to a halt and way was given for one of them, their leader most likely.
He was taller than the rest, lankier but well built, his skin was scarly and blue, full black raven hair and a tail just like the devils.
His slanted eyes were yellow, they were focused on Morgauses'.
"HWONE ABANNAN USSSSS?" he bellowed
Morgana flinched, but her sister remained unmoved, a smirk appeared on her face, one Morgana was very familier with.
That confident smirk, that assured her that her sister had everything under control.
"Ic cidan, ic, Morgause!" she said, her voice, steady and firm.
The creature let out a laugh, "I shall not be able to keep up with the languages of this world." he suddenly said, "Your people constantly change their ways."
Morgause smiled, "We can continue in the language that comforts you."
He growled, raising his claws to her, "That need not be...we are creatures of magic, we adapt with the changing winds," he looks down at Morgana, "It will aid her if we speak what we speak now, she is frightened by our kind." he moved closer to her...
Her sister pushed her aside, "I have summoned you..."
"Yes you have. Of what use is it to you?" he turned to face his kind, they were growing impatient.
"I seek a kingdom that rightfully belongs to us." Morgause said sternly.
The creature held her by her chin, "Ah...greed has summoned us here.."
She pushed him away, "Not greed...only justice..."
"To us...Neyaphems, human justice is a lie before the universe...we lost our war with mankind, defeated by other magical creatures who banished us from your lands...now you, little one...bring us back...you assume immediately that we shall repay you, you do not realize the damage you have done..."
Morgause stopped him, "It was told to me what you promised...your release and my wish."
He laughed, "Yes...but I have clearly come here to continue that which was denied to me...I have come for blood...human blood. You seek a kingdom."
"I shall give you blood shed...defeat the King that reigns Camelot! He will not go down without a fight..."
The creature bowed low, "We shall...do as you command..." his eyes catch the ground, "Who is that?"
"a wizard...he interrupted the summoning rites...I had no other choice..." Morgause replied dryly.
"He was wise to have stopped you, witch. He is indeed wise..." he was about to turn around
"What do we call you?" Morgause demanded.
"My name...is Azazel." a smirk appeared on his dark bluish face, "You have my word, witches...I shall give you Camelot!"
"When do we begin?" Morgana asked, she was eager for vengence...
"Morgause needs to conquer the surrounding allies...then we focus on Camelot."
Morgause bowed her head in approval.
"It is written in the prophecy, that blood will be shed and victory will come to pass...it is not stated who the victor is...I do wish to warn you witch...as you are cursed with greed...I am cursed with an enemy. As you have summoned us...so you have summoned them...they will not rest until we perish..."
"We will worry when it comes to pass...give me our kingdom that is all I ask." Morgause retorted.
"Yes witch, we will give it to you..." he did not speak any further, his yellow eyes caught Morgana's and it pleased him greatly that he could sense uncertainty and fear in her...oh how he hated humans...