WHERE AM I
-Archaic Book Chaos-
DreamweaverAki and No.311
Chapter 1:
Merlin/Arthur
The Beginning
by No.311
Something was going horribly wrong here. The spell should have mentally contacted Kilgarrah, not create some strange whirlwinds coming out of a weird book!
Merlin was torn between getting help (from Gaius, of course, anyone else would kill him if they saw he had magic) or staying here and try to solve it alone. Gaius was out giving daily medicine and potions to patients, and would not be back for at least one hour. Whatever Merlin did, he had to make it quick. Who knew when Arthur would decide to get his lazy ass off the throne and come to give him chores.
He looked through the spell book to see what exactly he had done wrong, but he couldn't find anything. Meanwhile the winds were getting stronger and stronger, throwing around books and ravaging the room. He summoned another book, but before the book reached him, it was caught up in the winds. Potions were pulled from their planks, glass was shattered, contents were spread over the floor. If nobody had noticed before, they certainly had now, so he had to end this, and fast.
Merlin tried some spells of his own, but nothing worked. The middle of the whirlwind started to glow a soft blue, and the book Merlin summoned, still trapped in the winds, slowly turned transparent, and then disappeared altogether. Merlin began to panic now, this was bad! Either the spell made things invisible or it was some sort of transportation spell. And he didn't need either of them now. How would he get back home? The winds had gotten so strong that Merlin was pulled to the middle. He grabbed the table, but ultimately lost the fight against the winds, and was pulled into the whirlwind.
Arthur was walking through the castle in a very kingly manner, strong and prideful. He was going to his useless excuse of a manservant Merlin, who was, once again, late. It was already midday and he had not shown up. He, Arthur, had a few kinks in his armor that he wanted fixed, dirty boots that he wanted polished, a sword that he wanted sharpened, and more, equally annoying tasks, that he didn't want to do himself. He was king, he didn't have to. So he went to Gaius' chambers, only to find it in ruins. The books were strewn over the floor, which was also covered in some disgusting goo Arthur didn't even want to know what it was. The table was on his side, more than three steps of the stairs were broken, one bookcase had fallen down, and more. The room was unrecognisable. Arthur then realized that Merlin was nowhere in sight. He invaded Merlin's room. No Merlin. And Arthur was by no means stupid. Merlin wouldn't be anywhere else than at his chambers or here right now, and it looked like a fight had happened here. Because Arthur had seen Gaius pass on his way here, it had nothing to do with him. And neither Gaius or Merlin were having occasional fits of rage.
No, it were either thieves, or maybe kidnappers. And no sight of Merlin… Yes, he disappeared many times, but the chambers in a mess and him disappearing at the same time, it just couldn't be a coincidence…
Perhaps he was kidnapped! The times something happened to Merlin flashed through his mind. The time with the cup, the time he was sentenced to death, the other time he had been sentenced to death, the time with the Dorocha, the time with the Lamia, and all those other times…
Arthur, by now panicking a little, after all, Merlin was a good friend (even though he didn't give him credit), hurried out of the chambers, to the training ground, where the knights were.
Every guard Arthur passed was given one task: Look for Merlin.
When Uther was sent back by Arthur to the world of the dead, he didn't think he would wake up in a castle. He'd been to the world of the dead (he was dead after all) and knew that it didn't look like this. He even had a body! The castle was big, certainly as big as Camelot. But there were some odd things at the castle. Like moving stairs, and moving portraits. It reeked of sorcery. Everywhere were kids in black robes, waving sticks and shooting beams of light or making things float. He even found a crest, which read "Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry". It was a den of sorcerers. Some would call it harmless, some would say that they were just kids, some would even encourage it.
Uther's face became grim. There was once a time when he had been as weak as them, the people that didn't see the harm. Even when he liberated Camelot from the evils of magic, he had faith in the fact that there was good magic also. But what did that faith bring him? He was scammed! His wife was killed! His son grew up motherless! And later in his life, that faith brought him many murder attempts, both on him, and his son. Magic corrupted his ward. The pain he was forced to endure because he didn't kill any random sorcerer on his path, had made his decision clear. He would end this danger while he still could. This magic would not go unpunished.
After that, he would go back to his Camelot, and free Arthur from his chain that dared to call himself servant. Now he saw why Arthur had become so weak. He was probably in league with that witch that corrupted Morgana too! It was all that… Merlin's fault! That little cretin would rue the day he ever said his eyes on Camelot. In life, or in death, Merlin would pay.
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