A/N: Heya! I've been writing fanfiction for years and years now, but this is my first actual multi-chapter fic. *drop of sweat* Hopefully I can match up to the insanely awesome standards set on this site ^.^ The prologue here is rather short, so I'll put out the first chapter today as well, but I'll shooting for a chapter a week :D
Disclaimer: You think I own Merlin? Guuurl, if I owned Merlin, I would be constantly in the company of Colin Morgan. Touching his hair most of the time. Oh, and I wouldn't have let those giant plot-holes in . . . *cough cough* But for realzies, Merlin is my favorite show and I only wish that I wrote it ^.^
(speaking of plotholes, here's the story!)
In Fine Saeculorum / To the End of the Ages
P.r.o.l.o.g.u.e
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Amidst the rubble and destruction, amidst the war and death, this one place remained. It was a miracle that it was still there, for it was the only pure and untouched spot in the world, free of toxins and poisons, alive in spite of men.
It was a lake.
For centuries, it had remained, waters still clear and sparkling, preserving the small amount of magic still left in this world. It had watched, silently, quietly, as the world changed and changed, as men died and as others took their place. But now the world was tearing itself apart and the war was awakening even this place from its slumber.
The surface of the lake began to glow, the first ripples of a thousand years spreading from its epicenter. Five figures, shining blue, rose from the surface.
Thousands of miles away, a nurse paused in her work, her normally dark eyes flashing gold. "It's time."
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Silence. In the blackness several men shifted, nervously tightening their grips on their weapons. Their leader held up a hand, blue eyes scanning the dark for signs of life. His other hand, resting on a machine gun, quivered slightly, and then men knew what their leader would not tell them. Bravery and pure luck had kept them alive for this long, but not for much longer. A drop of sweat hit the ground.
The sky exploded.
Suddenly order were being shouted from all directions, men charged, screaming battle cries, and were shot down in droves, the ground erupted in a shower of red and rock, sending soldiers flying . . .
Their leader, eyes blazing, shouted for cover and, shooting as he went, dove behind a pile of rubble. He fumbled for his comm, ducking as the air behind him erupted, sending flecks of blood into his already red-drenched hair.
Finally finding the switch, he held the comm up to his lips, shouting to be heard above the chaos. Behind him men screamed in horror as their limbs flew off, and as more blood covered the battleground . . .
"Command? This is Commander Morgan, code name Merlin . . . does anyone copy? Orders? Command?!" Cursing, he dropped the broken comm, eyes flooding golden as another explosion rocked the night . . .
