CHAPTER 1: HIS SAVIOR PART 1
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Meryln Emrys was having a nightmare. She can definitely see herself cradling a man in her arms. At first, she couldn't bring to admit that the woman she's seeing is herself. What bothers her more was that the man she was cradling was dying in her arms, but his face was blurred. She couldn't see him clearly.
"I wished…" the man stammered. "We had more time to be together." He said in a soft whisper.
"You're going to live." She heard herself say with tears streaming down her cheeks. She reached for his face and caressed it lovingly. The pain was excruciating for her to handle even if it was just a dream. She wondered if she was really dreaming because she felt a tug in her heart; a pain that she have never felt before.
"I have never said it before because it's forbidden." He coughed and she just nodded. "I love you."
"I love you too." She said to him and pressed her lips softly on his and pulled back. She froze and her eyes went wide when she saw him gasping for one long breath and nothing. He had breathed his last. "NO!" she screamed.
"NO!" Meryln's head shot up and the vase on top of the table shattered into pieces. She realized she did that. "It was just a dream." She was relieved. But moments later, she found her pillow drenched in tears.
The next morning, she was already dressed for work and was about to go down for breakfast when she saw the vase that she had managed to shatter last night. Her eyes flashed gold and the vase began to mold itself together just like it was from before.
She knew she's special especially when she's the direct descendant of Meryln, the court sorceress of King Arthur. Of course, in the Arthurian legend, the sorcerer mentioned was a man named Merlin, but in truth, that sorcerer was, in fact, a woman.
The Order of the Round Table, a secret organization composed of magical people, protected magic and her family for over a thousand years. And she's one of the most revered members of the order next to her parents, Balinor and Hunith, and her two siblings, William and Freya.
What drives her crazy, however, is the fact that she has to disguise herself in the façade of being an heiress, a fashion designer, and an aristocrat.
All she wanted to do, however, was to use her powers freely to protect people from harm—especially if magic is involved.
She was brought back to reality when she heard her uncle, Dr. Gaius Emrys, clearing his throat.
"Are you even listening to me Meryln?" she faced him and smiled at him while raising a peace sign.
"I'm just tired. I had a nightmare again."
"You've been having those quite often these days." He nodded. "Do you happen to remember them?"
"No, I don't remember them." She lied—again. She's just happy that the acting lessons she was given to her when she was younger paid off. "Anyways, why did you call me here in the mortuary of your hospital?" she grimaced at the sight of the covered corpse lying in front of her.
"Meryln, I don't know what really happened here. I have never seen anything like it in my forty years of being a doctor. Luckily for the order, Dr. Baldwin is a member of the order and he told me about this particular corpse. I used magic to enchant the eyes of the detectives and the cameras. They cannot see how this is not a usual murder." He explained.
"You think it's caused by magic?" she raised a brow. This is the first time she's ever called to these kinds of investigations. Surely, her father, Balinor, would go and conduct the investigation himself but since he's an aristocrat and a conglomerate, he felt it is best that he put his eldest daughter to the task for she's as powerful, if not, more powerful than him.
"I believe so." He nodded and took the blanket off the corpse. She felt her insides turn as she held onto her belly with her right hand.
"Heavens me!" she gasped when she saw no difference from a regular body, except that the man was pale and no longer have any signs of life in his body. "I see nothing but a dead man uncle."
"What?" he turned to the corpse and chuckled nervously. "I forgot to lift the enchantment." He waved his hand over the body and his eyes flashed gold. Meryln's eyes widened when she saw the man's body pale white as can be. Blue veins were protruding in his forehead and almost everywhere else.
"That is definitely magic." she nodded in agreement and moved forward, a bit scared because she'd seen many zombie movies before. "Do you know what caused it? Do you know who he is?"
"Yes and no." she raised a brow. "We know who he is. His name is Samuel Evans, a freelance musician. I, however, do not know what caused it at the moment. I am a surgeon, and not a medical examiner. I'll tell Dr. Baldwin to do his finding at utmost secrecy." He informed her.
"Who found the body?"
"Dr. Baldwin found it. He heard a woman screaming near his house. He rushed to the alley and saw a woman who just fainted, and he immediately called me after seeing the body. I rushed to the scene and did my enchantment to the body while the police rushed to where we were."
"Well, I'm going to need the address of that place so I can start the investigation." She told him and left that horrid place. She fished her mobile out of her purse when she heard it ringing. "Hello?" she answered it before looking at the phone.
"Trust the elements that are at your command." She heard an old wise voice from the other line.
"What elements are you talking about? Who's this?" she asked, but the line was dead. She looked at the number, but it was surprisingly blank. "That was weird."
Morgana sighed at her brother. She had never seen him so heartbroken before.
"Arthur, would you please not cause a scene there?" she pleaded with him as he approached the driver's seat.
"I'm just going to see her one last time before I get myself to love someone else again." He said to her and she nodded. He went inside and started the unmarked car. If the media sees a royal car near the vicinity of Gwen's wedding, then the media would definitely make a fuss over this.
When he reached the church, he managed to enter from the second floor of the church. He tightened his fists when he could not believe at how he managed to enter the church at the worst part of the ceremony.
"First, I am required to ask anyone present who knows a reason why these persons may not lawfully marry, to declare it now." The minister said, and the people looked around.
"I do." He whispered softly, impossible for the people downstairs to hear. He felt a tear escaped his eyes and he immediately left the church.
He loved Gwen, but he knew too well that she loved someone else before they became a secret a couple, out of the prying eyes of the media. He just wanted to see her one last time to let himself see that Guinevere is happy, and it's time for him to move on.
They were only together for a year, in secret, but those were one of the most joyful years he had. At first, he blamed his training at the military academy, but he realized that Gwen is in love with someone long before she even realized it herself. She was in love with Lancelot.
He pressed his car key remote button, and heard nothing. He looked up, and he surrendered his hands in the air and grunted.
"You have got to be kidding me!" he cursed himself for leaving his mobile in the car. Whoever took his car would be in so much trouble, that he knew.
Thankfully, he was wearing a hat and a hoodie. It wasn't hard to blend in really since it was already night. He was walking down the street, and the street was deserted. Despite the situation he was in, he liked the idea of having to walk down the street without paparazzi harassing him with the flashes of their cameras.
He didn't know how long he was walking, but it was getting darker. A part of him didn't want to go back to Buckingham Palace at the moment, but a part of him wanted to rush there to be in his sister's embrace. Despite the fact that the two of them argue from time to time, he knew that Morgana loves him dearly and he's the only one that he can confide matters pertaining his personal life, such as relationships. He knew too well that his parents cannot be disturbed about childish and petty things such as relationships because they are already too busy running the country.
"AH!" his heard shot up when he heard a shriek from a woman nearby. He was about to go help the person in need, but someone caught his eye.
A woman rushed to where he heard the shriek. He's the crown prince of the United Kingdom, but something in him knew too well that he cannot leave two women alone when he can help them.
So, without a second thought, he rushed over to where the shriek came from, and a woman immediately ran past him. He looked at the terrified woman, but he knew that a woman was still there.
"Are you alright…" his eyes widened upon turning to the corner. A man as tall as a pole was in front of the woman. The woman turned her head when she heard someone behind her.
"You shouldn't be here, your highness." She said to him in a matter-of-fact manner, and he raised his brow.
"Right… I don't know who you are, but you're only going to get yourself hurt." He said to her and stood beside her with his fists in front of him in a fighting stance.
"Seriously, your highness, you're not going to be able to beat him anyways." She didn't mean to sound arrogant, or to hurt the man's ego. It was meant to be a warning because the person in front of them is magical, and he doesn't have the power to beat him.
"First of all, I don't know who you are and you're bloody rude to me, the prince." He glanced at the man in front of them and continued. "Second, you're very skinny and I don't think you're going to be able to fight him."
She smirked. She knew too well that she can kill the man.
"You cannot stop me." The man in front of them spoke in the most devilish low voice, and he roared. "I will kill you." He threatened and rushed forward. Arthur was about to land a punch to the man, but he stopped when the woman beside her raised her hand in front of her and the man flew in the air.
He froze.
He didn't expect that to happen—ever.
"I'm dreaming." He said to himself and before he could pinch himself, the man stood up and lunged into the direction of the prince. Meryln was caught off guard and realized that he would be sent to the floor.
She raised her hand again to, at the very least; send the man flying on the wall.
She was right when the prince was sent to the ground. The man, however, managed to escape.
"Drat." She cursed and checked the prince for a pulse. She sighed in relief when he did have a pulse. "Now, how do we get you back to the palace?"