Hello! Yay! Another fanfic! haha. So, this is an idea I had a couple days ago and amazingly I have actually written the whole thing already! (be proud of me) So I will actually update things! Yay!
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Merlin woke up to a feeling he had almost forgotten. Dread. He could just feel it in the air. Something bad was going to happen.
He tried to focus on making himself breakfast. He was probably just being paranoid. It happened sometimes. He was so lonely and bored that he would invent things to be afraid of.
He sat down at the table. Nothing was wrong. It was just another ordinary day. Or so he thought.
Later that night, the feeling had not gone away. He paced around his apartment, wondering what could make him feel like this.
Suddenly, he fell to the ground. He clutched at his head. It hurt so much! He knew now what he had been dreading all day. Something bad had happened. Really bad.
He tried to think of what had happened. It was definitely magic. And not just any magic. Dark magic. And very powerful dark magic.
He hadn't felt this way in so long, not since Morgana died. Could she be back? No, no way. He had definitely killed her. And dead people did not come back.
Merlin had to know who had done this magic. He opened his magical senses. It was coming from a town in the north of Wales.
He transported.
Gwyn was walking home.
He remembered what he had just done. He felt guilty. He had killed someone. But he hadn't meant to. He told himself it wasn't his fault. He had stopped a dangerous spirit. But he felt guilty just the same.
His hands hurt a lot, too.
He stopped walking when he felt a strange feeling in his stomach. It felt strange, but good. It made him feel very warm.
A young man ran out from a street corner in front of him. The man slowed down and stopped when he saw Gwyn. Gwyn stared. He was getting a strange feeling from this man too, the same as before. That same warm feeling.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"Um, who are you?" Gwyn asked back.
"Uh, I'm… Martin Emrys," the strange man said. "Who are you?"
"I'm Gwyn, Gwyn Griffiths. Why?" Gwyn asked, suspicious.
"You have magic," the man accused.
Gwyn stared. How did he know?
The man, Martin, smiled. "I have magic too." He showed Gwyn, creating a small ball of fire in his palm. He started walking. Gwyn followed.
When Gwyn still did not say anything, Martin asked, "How do you have magic?"
"I'm related to Math, Gwydion, and Gilfaethwy," Gwyn answered.
"Oh," he said, smiling. "Them."
"They're real," Gwyn said, annoyed.
"I never said they weren't," Martin said. "I knew them."
Gwyn stared. "They lived two thousand years ago."
"One thousand three hundred, actually," he said. "And I did know them. I'm Merlin."
Gwyn's eyes widened in shock. "So you're 1300 years old."
"Almost 1400 now, I think," Merlin shrugged. "But I'm getting off topic. What I really wanted to ask you is what just happened, about an hour ago, I think."
"Uh, I trapped the spirit of Efnisien in a horse figurine, and it bit my hands until all its anger was spent and it could finally find peace and enter the Otherworld."
Merlin seemed to notice for the first time Gwyn's bleeding hands. Gwyn had wrapped them in some cloths, but not very well and they were still bleeding. "I can heal them for you," he said. "Or at least I can try," he amended. "Sometimes it doesn't work."
"Ok," said Gwyn.
"Þurhhæle dolgbenn" Merlin said, holding Gwyn's hands.
Immediately, Gwyn's hands felt a lot better. He looked down at them. They had stopped bleeding, and most of the skin had healed.
"Thanks," he said.
"Didn't completely work," Merlin said, "but oh well." He laughed. Then he looked serious again. "But you didn't do any dark magic?"
"Uh, no," Gwyn said.
"I definitely felt dark magic," Merlin said. "Do you know anyone else who could have done dark magic?"
"No," Gwyn said.
"Hmm," Merlin said, staring off into space.
By this time they had almost reached Ty Bryn. Gwyn asked him if he wanted to stay with them.
"Sure," Merlin said, seeming distracted.
They went into the house. Gwyn's mother asked who their visitor was.
"Um, hi. I'm Martin Emrys," Merlin said. "Um, I'm doing research on, uh, native plants of Wales. But I need a place to stay for a week or so."
She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Where would he stay?" she asked Gwyn.
"He can stay in my room," Gwyn said.
"No, no, that would be rude…"
"Oh, no, I'm fine with that," said Merlin.
"I could set up another bed, I'm sure Emlyn has something," Gwyn said.
"Well, okay then," his mother said, reluctantly. "Don't get in your father's way though, he's in a bad mood."
sooo... I don't know what to say now...
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