This is an idea I had while reading some time travel stories for Merlin. I realised that they were all future Merlin and/or Arthur going to the past. I also love Mergana, and I thought, what if I made a Mergana time travel story. This will be ignoring the last episodes, well, sort of. Just pretend that Merlin found a way to bring Gawain, Arthur and Morgana back, or it didn't happen. You will get more backstory as it goes on. Merlin has a few titles that I think he should or does have. So if these aren't your style, SORRY! This story will not be updated verry often. I also haveMy Thalico story I work on, but I will not quit on this story.
King Arthur sat at the round table and concluded the feast, holding the hand of his loving wife. Everyone had stood other than Merlin, his Court Sorcerer, and Royal Adviser. He had a panicked look on his face and Arthur knew what was happening. He was about to have a flashback of sorts.
"Get out." Arthur said, pointing to the door. Everyone except Morgana, Gawain, and Gwen looked confused. "OUT!"
The court started to walk toward the door when Merlin collapsed, screaming.
Everyone froze, not knowing what to do.
"GET OUT!"
The crowd rushed out of the hall, stealing glances back at the beloved sorcerer.
Merlin was convulsing and Morgana was on her knees beside him, muttering about it being her fault.
"Do you have the potion?" Gwen asked, her eyes sad.
"No." Morgana sobbed. "We ran out after the last attack, and Guias left before he could give us more."
Arthur shuddered. His best friend was having flash-backs to the most painful moment of his life.
The air seemed to thicken with worry. Arthur looked up. The air was thickening. It was if all the life in the room was focusing on one point, right in the middle of the room.
Everyone but Morgana seemed to notice. She was sobbing into Merlin's chest, no doubt blaming herself for Merlin's screaming.
Uther sat, raising a glass to Morgana. It was her birthday, and Merlin was terrified. She had gotten a dagger. The same dagger in his visions.
He was contemplating what to do next, when he heard a scream. A truly tortured scream. Merlin's head shot up and he looked around. The only other people who seemed to hear it were Uther, Arthur, and Morgana. The screaming was growing louder and the noise and chatter of the feast grew more distant. Arthur and the others seemed to be blinking in and out of existence. Merlin felt a wave of power hit him. Then another. They seemed to be in line with the screams. Uther and Arthur seemed to sense something, but Merlin saw Morgana was being almost as affected as he was.
Merlin blinked, and suddenly he was in a different room. It almost looked like the same room, but it was different. It was empty, except for five people, excluding the ones who were in the feast he came from.
A man with a clipped moustache and dirty blonde hair noticed him first. He pulled out his sword and pointed it at them, allowing Merlin to get a better view of him.
The man was wearing noble clothing and a crown, not unlike Uther's. He had an odd crest on his arm, shaped like a ball of fire, and Merlin seemed to recognize him, though he didn't know from where.
The man seemed to recognize them, though, and he tightened his grip on the sword.
"Gawain, go and get the knights. Explain about Merlin and tell them to come armed."
Merlin almost fell when the stranger mentioned his name.
'Gawain' nodded, eyeing the new group. "What exactly do you want me to say, Princess?"
"Tell them that Merlin is re-experiencing his time with Alenzar and his power has seemed to attract some unexpected visitors. Tell them that they are to send for Guias from Encrand immediately."
Alenzar? Merlin thought with horror. He was the notorious torturer who was known to make his victims scream, because he enjoyed it. And he would get any piece of information someone wanted, if they had the money.
'Gawain' ran out of the room, his red cape flying behind him.
"Morgana?" The man giving orders asked tentatively.
The woman sobbing into the screaming man's chest looked up.
"I need you to watch these people. We shouldn't have a problem if they are who I think they are, but if necessary, don't hesitate to take action. I'm going to take Merlin to Guias's chambers so we can look for the potion."
'Morgana' nodded and stood, facing the people standing in the room.
Uther took this moment to speak. "WHAT IS THIS SORCERY?"
The black-haired lady seemed to wince.
The man with the mustache looked Uther straight in the eye, adding more tension to the room. "I am Arthur Pendragon. King of Albion. Once and Future King. If you are Uther Pendragon, and you are not a ghost, then you have a horrible misunderstanding when it comes to sorcery, made by your own greed and fear. While you are here you are not in any power to order any executions, or question my orders. So, quiet while I help my friend."
Uther, his children, and Merlin were stunned. This man just claimed not only to be the King's son, but to be king of the Five Kingdoms.
The Arthur who wasn't Arthur picked up the screaming man and carried him out of the room. The group sat in silence for a minute, before Merlin's Arthur began asking questions.
"Who are you?"
The black-haired lady looked to the woman wearing the crown of the Queen, and the woman nodded.
"I am Lady Morgana Pendragon, and this is Queen Guinevere Pendragon."
That knocked Arthur back a step.
The Lady Morgana's stature seemed to crumble as another scream echoed down through the hall. Without a word, she ran out of the room, black hair flying behind her.
Queen Guinevere smiled sadly and offered a seat to the four.
"Any more questions? I'm sure you are full of them."
Merlin was surprisingly the first to speak. "Why do you call the man screaming Merlin?"
Uther was enraged that the servant spoke first, but the Queen answered without pause. "That's because he is Merlin. He is you, if Arthur is correct. I saw the look of Merlin you idiot in his eyes."
Merlin was terrified and Arthur looked terrified for him. Few knew about Arthur's nickname for Merlin, or if they did, said nothing. Merlin was now convinced they had traveled into the future. And it scared him. Convincing the others would take some work though.
"Why do you accept that we are from the past, and why should we not believe you are sorcerers plotting against us?" Morgana said, her voice high and regal.
"Because it happened while Merlin was suffering from his curse, and when he is involved, we have learned to expect the unexpected."
Morgana seemed to seethe in her seat. She was obviously not happy about the half answer.
"You should believe because you can ask any question, and though I may not be able to answer it, Arthur or Merlin should."
Uther was next. "Why do you refer to this simple servant boy with such respect? He is replaceable."
Guinevere seemed to grow angry. She stood and got in the King's face. "Merlin is one of the most loyal people you will ever meet. He is more powerful than you will ever be. He is a wise and kind friend. He will have more respect from me than you ever will."
The King stood and reached for a non-existent sword, when a knight Merlin did not recognize entered the room. He drew his sword as soon as he saw the man threatening his Queen.
Guinevere raised her hand, signaling the knight to stand down. "What is it you need, Sir Percival?"
"The King has requested you and the visitors in the Lady Morgana's chambers."
"Thank you. Please escort the visitors to the room and I will join you shortly. And, please, do not inform anyone of their presence."
The knight nodded and escorted the past peoples down many winding halls. They arrived at a door to find it ajar.
The stepped through the threshold and found themselves in a rather large, well-decorated room.
The future Merlin was laying on the bed in a deep sleep.
Arthur didn't know what to expect when the visitors from the past stepped in through the door. Merlin was now silent, so that was off his mind, so the reality of them being there seemed to hit him like a wall.
He examined them. Merlin was exactly as he remembered him, signature outfit and all. He didn't look as confident as he was now, and his eyes were lighter and less broken than Arthur knew today.
Morgana was still under Morgouse's spell, Arthur could tell. Her eyes were full of hatred, and her back was tense as she watched her future self cry into Merlin's chest. Arthur knew it wasn't the real Morgana, but it still pained him more than anything to look into the eyes of his sister, and see such hatred.
Uther wore an angry expression on his face. He obviously did not believe they were in the future, and was most likely planning a way to get a sword and fight his way out of where ever he was. Looking at him made Arthur want to scream at him for his stupidity, or hug him out of grief.
Looking at himself was a whole different matter. Arthur couldn't read him like he could read Merlin. He thought that the fact he was looking at himself would make it easier to read, but it was just the opposite. Trying to remember what he used to be like, he guessed that Arthur would go along with the idea of the future, not actually believing it, but Merlin would tell him it was the truth, Arthur would brush him off, and Merlin would be proved right. That's how it normally was.
The young Arthur must have been brimming with questions, though, because he began to speak without warning. "How did we get here?"
Gawain and the three other knights all shared a smile and turned to their king.
"I believe Merlin is the reason. He seems to lose control when he goes through things like this, so I suppose his magic brought you here."
Merlin froze. Arthur knew. He knew and spoke of it openly. He knew he would have to tell Arthur one day, but hearing him speak of it like it was a normal thing was still a shock.
The young Arthur just laughed. "Merlin? Magic? Now I know you're lying about the whole time travel thing. Merlin doesn't have magic."
That was when the future Merlin decided to begin screaming again.
King Arthur began to order people about suddenly, telling them to cut off cursed Merlin's shirt and put an odd clear paste on his chest.
Not-evil Morgana was the one to use a dagger and reveal screaming Merlin's torso.
The knights and the guests gasped at the sight before them.
His chest was littered in scars. Some large, some small, but all of them seemed to be pulsing black. They were worse than his arms, but they conveyed a far more terrifying message. All over his arms, all the way to his collarbone, was littered with words. Traitor. Coward. and many others covered his arms. They were smaller, but they had obviously cut deep into the skin.
More screams.
Future Morgana spilled fresh tears.
The screams stopped after a minute.
"It's not your fault Morgana."
The voice came from cursed Merlin's lips, startling everyone.
"But it is. I captured you. I hired the torturer. I cursed you with the darkest of dark magic, just because I thought you had turned on me."
Cursed Merlin smiled at her and picked her hand up off the bed, bringing it to his chest.
"You were not yourself Morgana. You know that. My sufferings are the work of Morgouse."
The two stared at each other with an odd look in their eyes for a bit before King Arthur sighed. "Let's go. That was the worst one in a couple of months and I would honestly cringe at the thought of being around here after even the smallest flashback."
He ushered the small group out of the room, and as soon as he closed the door Uther exploded. "You leave a Lady alone with a servant boy? How dare you. She is obviously in a weak state of mind! What if he made her do something against her will? How dare you!"
King Arthur rolled his eyes. "One, he is not a servant. He is Court Sorcerer and Royal advisor. He is also King of the Old Religion and of the Druids. Two, He is the most honorable man I know. For him to make anyone do something against their will would be the day Camelot falls. Third, and most importantly, THEY ARE MARRIED!"
Merlin and Morgana promptly fainted.