Merlin/LotS Crossover Fanfic:

Lord of Magic

Chapter 3: Trapped

Sorry for the long wait, I've not really been in these two fandoms as much lately. I've been trying to write this chapter for a while and I honestly don't like how it turned out that much, but I couldn't really do much else. Again,t hanks for the reviews and alert subscriptions. It means a lot. I'll upload more frequently (I'll try once a week or so) from now on and the chapters should be a bit longer. I'll try. Anyway, enjoy~

The screams echoed through the air and drifted on the wind, reaching out for someone to listen. But in the rest of the forest, the loudest shriek was merely silence, as there was no one around to hear.

The Agiel is a powerful weapon. To wield it, one must be practically immune to pain. The magic is powerful in the sense that it directs your own magic back at you, so almost no one can fight it. Not even Emrys.

Another scream pierced the air and Merlin grasped his shoulder in pain, staring at the Mord-Sith through agonized yet defiant eyes.

"Alright, Denna, that's enough," Darken Rahl commanded, "take him back to the cell."

Denna nodded and yanked the chain binding Merlin's hands up, making him stand up with a pained yelp. She forced him to the doorway and led him down the hall. The whole time he was staring at her long braid, willing for it to catch on fire. But it didn't happen. He sighed in defeat, staring at the ground again.

They got to the cell and Deanna pushed him in, locking the door. She looked at him with a brief smirk and walked back down the hall.

Merlin slumped on the ground in the right corner of the cell, looking around. Solid rock walls everywhere, except for the door, which was made of overlapping metal bars. Straw was strewn across the entire floor and a damp, musky odor filled the dungeon. The ceiling was also solid rock, and there were no windows. The cell itself was pretty small, fitting about 5 or 6 people at the most, not that it would be comfortable. Without magic, there was absolutely no way out.

But… Except there was a tiny little window up on the left wall. It was tiny, only tall enough for someone to squeeze their hand through. It was about wide enough for someone to look through with both eyes, though.

Merlin got up carefully and stood on his toes, trying to peek through the small hole. He caught sight of a head with dirty-blond hair slumped across the far wall.

"Arthur!" Merlin hissed, trying to get his attention. The other cell was about the same size as Merlin's, and it didn't differ too much. Arthur seemed to be unconscious, though, as he didn't respond to Merlin's call.

"Goddamn it Arthur, wake up!" Merlin whispered again. "Arthur!" he said again, a tiny bit louder.

Arthur stirred, looking around the cell in disbelief. He staggered to his feet in an instant, almost falling down while stepping on the chain binding his hands. Merlin gave a huff of laughter and Arthur looked up, noticing his eyes peering through the hole.

"Merlin?"

"Yeah, Arthur, in case you haven't noticed, we're stuck in a dungeon while you've been knocked out for a day. Or so."

"Merlin, don't be an idiot, I have noticed."

"Well I don't think you noticed that our captors are Morgana and some dude named Lord Darken Rahl or whatever."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "I haven't heard anyone by that name. Are you sure he's a Lord?"

"Seems to think so."

Arthur moved closer to the window to be able to speak softer and still have Merlin heard him. "And what does he want with us?"

Merlin froze. "Um… I don't know."

Arthur nodded, taking Merlin's half-lie for the truth. After all, Merlin didn't really know what this Darken Rahl person wanted really.

Arthur looked around his cell again, thinking of how to get out. "Hey Merlin, do you happen to know how heavily this place is guarded?"

"Well there are these women guarding it. Armed with these things… I don't even know what they are, but they make you feel unimaginable pain. I think Lord Rahl referred to the women as Mord-Sith."

Arthur furrowed his brow. "Magic?"

"I suppose so."

"Can their weapons kill?"

Merlin shrugged, "No idea. But I mean, it's only reasonable to believe that they can."

Arthur bit his lip. "Well we can't just give up, there must be a way out."

"Well, they must be powerless without their magic sticks, otherwise they wouldn't use them."

Arthur nodded, "Seems reasonable… Wait, did you say we've been here a day?"

"About so, I think. Maybe more."

"That means that Leon and the knights must be searching for us by now."

Merlin nodded, then realized Arthur couldn't see. "Probably, but I doubt they'd find us."

"We'll just have to see."