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When Monrgana confides in Merlin about her magic in 2.03, he chooses to tell her about his gifts, and promises to teach her. Now, a week later, Arthur starts to develop the same symptoms as Morgana, just without the dreams. Will Merlin be able to handle both of the Pendragons, or will he fall flat? Now, Uther is forced to remember an old promise that was made before the Great Purge, an arranged marriage to Prince Emrys of Cynbearn, also known as the greatest sorcerer ever? Uther is forced to repeal the ban on magic, but is it worth it to Morgana to give up one prison for another? Find out in, 'Magic, Marriage, and Mystery Galore'!
Prologue:
"I'm scared Merlin." Morgana whispered. "I don't know what's happening anymore." Seeing that Merlin was unchanged, she added, "Please."
Merlin tried to change her views. "Gaius will be back soon, he'll be able to help you."
"No!" Morgana interjected. "I don't want any more remedies, they won't do any good." She stepped closer to Merlin. Her distress rose further. "It's magic Merlin." Her voice grew softer, and the impact of what they were dealing with started to hit home.
Merlin said, "What?"
Morgana immediately rose to defend her credibility. "I'm your friend Merlin; you know that I wouldn't make this up." She cried.
Merlin nodded. "Of course."
Morgana's hopes rose up. "Then you believe me?" she saw the expression on Merlin's face. "You think that it's magic too. Please, I just need to hear someone say it." Her voice was laced with distress once more. "So that I don't have to keep feeling like I'm imagining it."
Merlin spoke. "You're magic." Morgana's face fell, feeling as though someone had signed her death sentence. "More precisely, a seer." Morgana looked up at him.
"How can you be so sure? What you know about magic?" Morgana's voice grew higher.
Merlin replied in the same calm voice as before. "Your dreams, they're not just dreams. You're seeing the future." Morgana's head started to shake. Maybe coming to Merlin wasn't such a good idea. "Every time you dream something, every one of your nightmares, they come true. Arthur being killed by Sofia, which nearly happened. What you saw did happen, but he was saved. And for the record, dragging a sopping wet Arthur out of the lake of Avalon is not easy. Especially with all of his armor."Merlin smiled with a small attempt at humor. However, this just added to Morgana's anguish.
"What?" she started to cry. "Arthur, he nearly…" at Merlin's nod, she added, "and you saved him?"
Merlin gave her a small smile. "Believe me; saving Arthur's arse isn't nearly as easy as it sounds. It's practically a full time job."
Morgana rushed towards him. "Thank you," She looked up at him. "for keeping my brother safe." She gave a smile for the first time that evening. Then a look of shock came over her face. "Wait," she looked up at him, face strewn in a look of confusion. "How do you save Arthur's life so much? And why are you taking my news so easily" Morgana immediately backed up from him. "You're not going to betray me to the king, are you?" her face showed no expression but fear, which now dominated her entire body.
"What, of course not? What makes you think that?" Merlin looked hurt at Morgana's accusation. "I won't say a word, I promise." This did nothing to assuage Morgana's fears.
"How do I know for sure that you won't tell on me? When it comes to magic, Uther has no wish for them but death. His love for me does not extend nearly far enough. You heard about the Great Purge. How he ruthlessly murdered innocents. What's to stop him from turning on me?" Morgana ended highly. "I've already been imprisoned; the next thing is the flames or the chopping block."
Merlin looked torn. "I don't know what Uther will do to you, but I do know that I could never turn you in." Merlin ended looking straight into her eyes. "I won't turn in an innocent, one that had no choice when it comes to magic. I won't turn in a fellow." Merlin's choice to tell her about his magic was a gut choice, thinking that it was for the best. Despite Gaius's orders, he wouldn't let her stumble around lost, confused, and lonely in this world. It would only add suspicion, and get her killed.
Morgana was shocked. Merlin was magic? All of a sudden, all of the pieces came together. How he was always in the right place at the right time, how he was able to save Arthur's life, how things always went their way while he was around. "You're magic."
Merlin's eyes looked at the ground, the door, the books, anywhere except for Morgana. "Yeah."
Morgana took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. "Since when?"
"Since the day I was born." Morgana looked at him, shocked. Merlin gave her a wry smile. "Mother says that the day I was born I broke her favorite pot from across the room, just by looking at it. I did such things throughout my childhood. Mother never left me alone, and made sure that I was under supervision at all times."
"So if you broke anything, they'd know, and could fix it?" Merlin chuckled at her assumption.
"That, and to make sure that they could get me down if I started levitating myself and floating to the ceiling again." Morgana looked surprised, and then burst out laughing. "First time it happened, we were outside. Mother considered putting a leash on me, but then settled for holding my hand at all times while outside, which didn't happen very often until I learned to control my magic."
"That must be annoying." Merlin looked at her in disbelief.
"Annoying? I was rarely allowed outside from when I was two to when I was seven. And when I was outside, I couldn't run off and have fun. It was TORTURE!" Merlin ended dramatically. Morgana giggled.
"Oh, if that had happened to Arthur, he might have become less of a prat." Merlin pouted.
"Why couldn't something like that have happened to Arthur?" Morgana gave him a look of disbelief.
"Because Uther would have him killed."
Merlin said, "No, he wouldn't of. He needs an heir, and Arthur is his only choice. He would have gotten rid of the ban before killing his own son. His love extends that far, I can assure you."
"You're right. I wish that had happened to Arthur."
"Yes, Arthur wouldn't be a prat, Camelot would be safe for magic, and my job would be a lot easier."
The two of them talked about how Camelot would be like if there was no ban on magic for what seemed to be hours. Eventually they fell asleep, Morgana's head on Merlin's shoulder, his head resting on hers, arms wrapped around her waist. When Gaius came in at four o'clock from finally getting the herbs he needed for a particular potion for Morgana's nightmares, he was greeted with such a sight. Upon seeing a smile on Morgana's face, he realized that sometimes comfort from another was better than any of his potions. He put the herbs down, and woke the two up.
Morgana instantly went to her chambers, refusing Merlin's attempts to accompany her, saying that her returning from Gaius's chambers was not that uncommon, and he following would only arouse suspicion. So he returned to his bed, and she hers, both thinking about the conversation that took place, thinking only one thought as they drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
"Nothing will ever be the same."