Hello there. Second chapter is out, feed me some reviews ;)
**In case you are wondering, though my OC is an important character to the story he is not a main character nor is he paired with any main character.
Chapter 2
Merlin's last week had been... weird, in the last millennia there hadn't been many changes in his world, of course, he didn't take the ever changing human world to be part of his since he wasn't really part of theirs. But this last week Merlin's senses had been going haywire, since he took that bath not too long ago he thought he would start becoming unnoticed again, and indeed people around him didn't look at him for more than a second and there was never a second glance. Yet, he couldn't shake the "feeling" that there was someone watching him, the problem was that when he looked around either no one was watching him or there was nobody around to actually be watching him but the tingling feeling on his skin told him differently. Merlin did think of using his magic to find if someone was actually watching him but he had only used magic since that day for things that came out instinctively like keeping himself alive or unnoticed. Merlin hasn't really "used" his magic, hasn't really given it any command for it to fulfill, so he didn't know what might happen if he did after all that time letting it sleep inside him.
*Well,* Merlin thought *guess all I can do for now is ignore it.*
Later in the library Merlin felt it again but still decided to pay it no mind, at that time he was sitting in one of the tables going over some of the new books that had arrived on the library earlier that week. Suddenly he felt that tingling feeling become more of a shiver down his spine and knew that he was about to meet the mysterious stalker that could hide so well, that was when Merlin heard footsteps coming from behind him, a place where there should have been nothing more than shelves of books because he had not seen anyone walk that way all morning. Before Merlin could turn around, a figure covered in a dark cloak stepped around him and sat on the chair across the table, facing Merlin. Before he could see the figure's face the first thought that popped into Merlin's head was that the attire was odd on these modern times, from what he had seen on the streets people now used much more colorful clothes than in his times and it has been centuries since he had seen anyone in a full cloak rather than one of those coats that are used nowadays. Once the stranger was seated he stared into Merlin's eyes with an uncanny intensity, not being one to be easily intimidated Merlin stared right back with his old, wary face. The strange was handsome, messy blond hair, sea- blue eyes, and somehow sharp features on a well built body that, by what he could see, could be anywhere between 19 and 21 years old, overall a very pleasing person to look at. But to Merlin this was just another face, as unfamiliar and alien as anyone else he passed by on the street, a face that would fade from his memory the moment they parted ways.
Merlin's intention was to chase the young man away even if he had to make sure whatever fixation this guy had on him was utterly destroyed, he was planning to do this by causing a big scene and acting like a cranky old man, by the way he looked at that moment the charade would be perfectly believable and hopefully the young man would be shocked enough by his rudeness to never seek him out again. But before Merlin could break the silent stare contest the other party uttered words that shocked the breath out of his body.
- How the mighty warlock has fallen without his precious king - these words were said without breaking eye contact so the stranger obviously saw the shock as it appeared on Merlin's face and his eyes grew with incredibility.
The surprise was quiet normal though; after all Merlin thought that the magic world was either extinct or very close to it. He knew there was a possibility that some sorcerers still lived out there hiding from the scrutiny of this new age, an age where the word magic had become nothing more than a title for petty tricks and public entertainment, an age where anything different was put on an observation table and hacked to pieces until all its secrets were revealed for everyone to see, in an age like this it would be no wonder for magic to be abandoned by all its users. And yet here was this guy who, by his words, had something to do with magic, and not only that, he also knew of Merlin's past. This was extremely surprising, not because his past was unknown, after all there were more versions of the story than Merlin could possibly recall, he read as many as he could find and in a way it moved him a little inside the way in which they had all survived all these years on these stories. Unfortunately, every single version was off the mark, he had yet to find one that described what really happened or even one that reflected any of the participants accurately for who they were, every version portrayed them as either too flawed or too perfect. Lastly, there was the fact that not a single version mentioned him being alive after so long, so how did this guy know?
- Who are you, what do you know about me? - that was the first sentence Merlin had spoken in more than he could remember, and yet hearing his own voice so rough, so parched, so unlike the human sound he used to produce once upon a time, was more than a little surprising.
When he heard Merlin's response the stranger smiled like he had just been given a Christmas present, Merlin couldn't help but notice that the bright smile only made the stranger even more attractive than he already was.
- Who I am doesn't matter right now, what matters is the information I have to deliver and that you just confirmed you are the person who needs that information - the stranger kept smiling but this only made Merlin more frustrated, he was not in the mood for games, he hadn't been for the last thousand years or so.
- What information? - in his voice it sounded more like a grunt but he didn't mind, he wanted it to sound menacing, he wanted the stranger to get serious.
- The time for waiting is over - at this Merlin couldn't help but stare daggers into the stranger, was it supposed to be a bad joke? a prank? a trap? No matter the reason it was extremely offensive and Merlin knew he didn't have to answer, his face was showing exactly what he was thinking.
- It's obvious you don't believe me, but I can prove it to you. Your choices are simple, if you come with me now your life will change in ways you can't even imagine. If you don't there is the possibility you might never get a chance to see him again. The question is, are you willing to take that chance? - Without waiting for an answer the stranger stood up and started slowly walking towards the exit.
If this guy knew as much as he showed he did, then he was referring to the one who would always be Merlin's king, and no, he was not willing to take that chance no matter how small the possibilities. And even if this was a trap, which in Merlin's mind was the most likely possibility even though it shouldn't since all his enemies should have died long ago, he knew his magic wouldn't fail him even if it was, it had surfaced every time his life was in danger so it would most likely come to him the moment he was surrounded by threats. So Merlin got up, strapped on his satchel and quickly walked until he was walking besides the person who claimed he could make his only dream come true. When the stranger saw Merlin he flashed another smile and sped up his walk.
In the little trip across town Merlin noticed that people didn't give a second glance to this person wearing a cloak in the middle of summer so he assumed that the guy leading him to who knows where must be using the same trick he took advantage of in his everyday life to stay unnoticed. They finally arrived at one of the new buildings in the edge of town and went in, the guard at the door didn't even see them as they walked inside. They went through some halls and came to a stop in front of a door that would have looked exactly like the others in the building except for the fact that it was painted a deep red, had no door knob, and that there was a metal dragon head right in the center. Merlin could feel it deep in his bones, this door had magic in it, very powerful magic. That was when his guide knocked three times and the eyes of the dragon opened, inside the lids there was only more metal but Merlin could feel its "look" directed at his guide.
- Marcus - so that was the stranger's name, also, the powerful voice that came from the metallic mouth, though somehow distorted, like listening through static, was slightly familiar to Merlin, but he could not place from where, maybe just someone from the radio one of the librarian always had on - How is the search go... You found him! - now Merlin could feel the "look" completely concentrated on him, and the features of the metal head changed slightly to make some kind of expression but he couldn't discern exactly what it was... Relieved? Happy? He couldn't tell what but it still touched something deep inside him.
- Yes, and now I'm going to show him. Go to my office as soon as you can and wait there, he'll need you - with these words Merlin saw how Marcus' face got a very serious, determined look.
- Of course, I'll be there - then the metal head closed its eyes and its features went back to neutral, as this change happened the red door opened by itself as if inviting all who saw it to enter what could possibly be the wolf's mouth.
Without a word of explanation Marcus stepped through the door and into the hall that lay beyond the door, Merlin followed. The moment his body crossed the threshold Merlin knew he was not in England any more. It was like being suddenly submerged in water, he could feel it hitting him from all sides, magic, in every direction, in so many different types, so much magic after being aware of only his own for so long that for a few seconds it was too overwhelming and he almost lost consciousness. Marcus did not stop, though, and Merlin knew that he had no time to ponder what exactly it was he was feeling, so he kept walking behind the person who might indeed be able to show him things he couldn't possibly imagine, but could this stranger really make Merlin's dream come true, could he give Merlin the only thing he truly desire out of the universe? No, if he believed the lies now it would only make it that much harder to accept reality when he came face to face with it.
