Athour's Note: KAY Then, Third chapie! hope u love it! Reviews are the food and water I need to live! NO FLAMES! THEY HURT IF U DONT HAVE SOMETHING NICE TO WRITE THEN DONT WRITE IT AT ALL!
Disclaimer:I sadly don't own Merlin , if i did, then Morgana whould not be evil. I only own the goodness of untreated insanity.
MERLIN'S P.O.V
Not a second after Merlin had arived in the courtyard then with a loud bang the sorcerers came. They materialized like shadows out of the air, sending spells in to the crowd. Merlin raced past them, ignoing their shouts to stay he got to the front line he shouted while holding out his hand, plam facing outward, toward the nearest sorcerer,
"Ect final Secney!"
A bolt of lightning shot out of his palm, hissing and crackling, untill it found its mark-the sorcerer, killing him instantly. At this the gards shouted and gaped, a sorcerer was in their midst, and he was helping them. ddddd
The sorcerers reacted quickly. One sent a ball of energy at Merlin who crated a wall of magic, deflecting the spell. He sent a sphere of fire at the sorcerer, ending his life as well. Inside Merlin felt sorry for killing these people, who were most likly tricked and used in to joining, and who might have familys. But they could not be stoped or talked to. They were endangering the lives of those who could never defeat sorcerers. Swords and spears could not be used, the people weilding them chouldn't get close enough. Arrows were bouncing harmlessly off the sorcerers, they probably had protection spells on themselves. The gaurds and knights seemed to realize this and fled back inside the castle. Merlin was the only one who chould defeat them.
Another bolt of lighting was sent at Merlin. He ducked and the spell hit a wooden crate behind him, which burst into flames. Merlin reached his hand toward it and yelled,
"FA MILAN SE FANICAL!"
The flaming crate lifted in to the air. Merlin had intended to use it to throw at a group of three sorcerers who stood close together, but he had taken his eyes off Aaron Terrel, who had not sent a single spell all night, who had only watched his men die with an indiffrent expression on his face. Merlin did not see him raise his hand, say words that were inadibuil to the young warlock, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of eltric blue before a horrible pain shot though his chest. Merlin gasped, dubbling over in pain. The burning crate crashed to the cobbled ground. He had to stop, he wanted to give up, but he chouldn't. Arthur. Merlin needed to help him. But the searing pain was almost to awefull to bare. Everything seemed to be out of focus, but he managed to see the remaining nine sorcerers huddled a circle seemingly chanting, but Merlin couldn't tell what, all he could hear was a loud roaring like waves against his skull, But he could tell what they were doing: The Spell of Seeking. Arthur.
Summoning what was left of his strength Merlin reached out his hand to face the chanting sorcerers and said with as much foce as possible,
"Ral mae se em."
The ground shifted and rumbled, and with a great mighty roar, a great wall of fire flared up and raced towards the sorcerers, Merlin winced as their screams pirced his ears and filled the hot, summer night air with agonizing howls.
But its over. Merlin thought, relived though the pain, which had lessoned by now, as it had done on the Isle of the Blessed.
He was very much mistaken.
Upon a nearby building with a flash of light, two figures appeared on the roof. One was a sorceress with amber hair, the hood on her cloak had fallen off and in the weak light of torches Merlin could see the entire left side of her face was disfigured by a giant scar, as though it had been burned. The other was Aaron Terell, with the same indiffrent expression he had on during the fight.
"We will return!" He shouted, then they vanished in a burst of light.
The battle had ended as quickly as it had begun.
"Hey you!" Was a shout from behind. A knight. "Show yourself!"
Merlin did the only thing he could do. He ran.
