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Chapter 4

MERLIN part 4

Merlin and morgause

Chronicles: a beloved mistake- Idris Salvatore

Then a huge gust of wind hit them and the sound of lighting and groans fully awoke Merlin into full consciousness.

He quickly realized he was on a stone floor. He quickly shot up to look at his surroundings, but as he did intense pain shot through his spine and he slid back down onto to the cold floor. He groaned in pain and felt movement next to him. He eyes darted to his left and he noticed to who it was.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open and looked directly at him for a few seconds before shooting up in anger. But whatever was wrong with Merlin was also wrong with her, even more so, because she collapsed immediately and cried out in pain. Her body twitched a little and Merlin couldn't help but crawl over to her though pain burned through his joints he ignored it as he reached the priestess. Morgause was trying to breathe normally but could barely manage it. She looked up at Merlin with hatred raging in her eyes, knowing that he could kill her at any moment and there was nothing she could do about it. She felt so weak as there was no use in even trying to cast a spell knowing that it would most likely end up killing her.

Merlin didn't know what made him do it, and later on he would wonder if deep down he knew something was going to come out of it but he knew he had to help her. He pulled out some herbs he always carried in his trousers due to the fact that nowhere was safe and Arthur was always in danger. The herbs were great at relieving pain and healing. Merlin quickly found a tiny rock and started smashing the herbs with the small pebble. He could hear rain and thunder and finally took the time to look closely at his surroundings, he was in a cave. How he got here, he didn't know but he had a more important thing to do; the priestess's life was more important than the weather. 'What's wrong with me?'he asked himself unsure of what these feelings meant. 'I know she wouldn't hesitate to kill me if she had the chance…'

He finished quickly, got it a little wet outside and crawled back to Morgause who was now steadily breathing. He sat up right next to he and she was staring at him with distrustful eyes that told him all she wanted to do was rip his head off. "Milady... Um I have some herbs that would help relieve your pain, and I just want your permission to apply it on you..." Morgause made sort of grunt and glared at him.

"You just want to kill me," Who would ever try and help her other than Morgana?

"If I had wanted to kill you it would already have been done" responded Merlin with a sigh.

"You..." Morgause managed to get a bemused smirk out but her voice was still racked with pain. "Kill me? In your-"

"Look I'm just trying help" Merlin interrupted. "You are in pain and I just thought it was the right thing to do,"

Morgana looked at him trying to study his face. 'I guess he has a point. He could have already killed me and there would have been nothing I would have been able to do.' His face was sincere but she knew from past experiences not to trust anyone, especially the servant, Merlin. But at this instant he was her only hope and even though she hated herself there was no other option. She looked back at him. "Try not to kill me in the process," She snarled, her eyes flashing dangerously.

He just nodded and started putting some of the herb on her forehead and on cuts on her arms. The herbs were still moist and felt good on her skin. Or at least she told herself it was the herbs and not the slender hands that were applying it there. Merlin put a huge amount on her thigh which had a deep gash on it. She let out a gasp as he brushed the skin lightly with his fingertips. He stopped and nervously stated. "Um, your spine is the only place left," She slowly turned around onto her stomach and awaited his hands keenly, too keenly.

Merlin hated himself for volunteering, he detested that he was actually enjoying this. He carefully untied her dress from behind,and quickly applied the herbs. Her skin felt so soft… His mind was going crazy and he needed to get done with this as quickly as possible. Her skin felt as if it melted at his touch. Finishing it, he wiped his hands and put the little that was left on his neck and ribs. Even though it wasn't much at least it was something.

"So I am done, the best thing to do is sleep and let it do its job,"

She turned to him and nodded quickly not wanting him to see her crimson cheeks. Using her hands as pillows she drifted to sleep.

Merlin admired at how peaceful she seemed right now. She seemed like someone he could trust. But he knew who she really was and that she would always hate him. As he was pondering he heard his stomach growling with hunger. 'Damn; now I have to worry about gathering food.'He gathered the strength to fully stand up, wincing as he did. The rain seemed as it would never stop so he quickly made up his mind and walked out of the cave.

'Well this is bloody fantastic.'Merlin told himself sarcastically as he walked back to the cave. He had had time to look around and finally determined that wherever they were it was nowhere near Camelot or anywhere Merlin knew for that matter. There were plenty of pomegranates around so he had gathered a few. He had actually caught a fish out of pure luck at a small pond, he had wanted to get water but the water itself was contaminated. 'It doesn't matter anyways the rain doesn't seem like it will stop anytime soon.'Halfway through he noticed the clouds were getting darker and the rain heavier, there was a storm coming and it was going to be a big one.

The cave was great protection against the rain and it was pretty big. His clothes all drenched he knew he had to dry them so that he won't get sick. Merlin quickly took everything off and laid them down to would have used a spell, but he knew that even though the herbs were helpful they suppressed magic ability completely as a side effect. Not that anybody other than magic users would notice. Luckily for him he found some dry broken twigs and logs inside the cave and tried starting a fire. After what seemed to be ages, the fire finally sparked and he began cooking the fish. He took the time to further study the cave. There weren't that many sharp edges. What bothered him was how could they have even arrived here in the first place. There was no way either of them had had the strength to move after the explosion. He yawned and noticed he was getting tired, but it would have to wait. The fish cooked fast and Merlin ate a little less then half, finishing with pomegranates. It didn't completely fill him but it was enough. A few hours later he was getting worried that Morgause would find him in nothing but his garments. He put on his trouser and shirt, which were still wet. 'Well at least its not too wet.'His clothes clung to him as he finished buttoning his shirt.

-Morgause-

Her face looked as if it glowed from the light of the fire, there was a pink tint to her cheeks that Merlin found strangely beautiful. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

She woke up without a word and looked at the cave around her. Her body felt much better than before, but the pain was still there. She noticed a lot of it was centered on her abdomen and she ultimately realized how hungry she was. Morgause felt as if she hadn't eaten for days and her stomach growled loudly. Her eyes focused on Merlin who was walking towards her with a piece of fish and some fruits. She still couldn't comprehend why he was helping her, but there was no reason for her to deny his help.

She had devoured the fish and fruits in a matter of minutes and Merlin regretted eating his piece. But what is done is done. She looked back at him with embarrassment. "Why do you keep calling me Milady?" she blurted out "I mean we are enemies and you have no reason as why to talk to me in that manner... not that I mind,"

"Well to tell you the truth I don't know why..." responded Merlin sheepishly. "I mean I guess my mother always raised me to be polite, well at least with the ladies..." he grinned. "For some reason I can't find it in me to not insult Arthur at any chance I get,"

Morgause tried holding back a smile at this but couldn't help herself. Merlin was infamous for being the boldest servant in the kingdom. Merlin walked outside with an empty flask and filled it slowly with the rain. It took a while but when he was done, he walk to her and gave her the flask. She drank the water like there was no tomorrow. As she finished she wiped her mouth with her gown sleeve. The cold air hitting her back, reminding her that laces were undone. The herbs were doing their job and she knew that she couldn't tie her gown until the herbs were done with their job. Grabbing the loose ends of the gown and walked to the farthest corner of the cave and sat down. He was still her enemy and would always be... no matter what.


Merlin and nimueh

Bitter and sweet- Groulien

Nimueh stood in an old musty cave, it wasn't as homely as her usual hideout but it would just have to do. Bayard's men would be leaving the next day and she had to know why the warlock intrigued her so much. The scrying fount had always provided answers when she needed them most, to see when to strike Uther and who had spoiled her plans. Now it was time for her to use her powers of foresight but they weren't her greatest strength. It took a lot of effort to see the future clearly, dreams would come and go and she'd be lucky if it would even involve him, she had to steer her powers. Merlin's future, however, was obscured from her but that didn't stop her. Arthur's future was far clearer and it showed Merlin by his side every step of the way. To her it meant a destiny, one of greatness but still being written. Should she reveal herself to him and try to guide him? Somewhere that felt rather selfish as Gaius was doing a pretty good job and she might just end up corrupting him with her vast knowledge.

Nimueh, known to everyone as Cara, returned to Camelot in the dead of night. As she walked the streets, the doors of one of the taverns opened and out stumbled Merlin along with a girl, giggling uncontrollably.
"Enjoying yourself, I see." She said rather cold. Why did I say it like that? She asked herself. The girl clung onto him a bit possesively and it sent a pang of jealousy through her. She thought it silly to be jealous, of course Merlin would have other people who were important to him.
"Cara!" Merlin exclaimed, still grinning like an idiot, she could see he was rather intoxicated.
"Gwen, I'd like you to meet Cara. Cara, this is Guinevere."
"Call me Gwen, everyone does" she said. Nimueh hated these pleasantries but couldn't really refuse. Nimueh said she had to get to her room in the castle, which was previously a locked room, and Merlin told her to tag along with them as they were headed the same way. And why not, what harm could come of it? They dropped Gwen off at her house and were making their way to the castle when the sad truth came to Merlin's mind.
"Tonight is your last night in Camelot, isn't it?" Merlin asked.
"Yes, it is." Nimueh replied.
"And after tomorrow we might never see each other again and forget."
She didn't know how to take that. Being sorcerers on opposite sides they were bound to meet again but would he have forgotten her before then?
"Would it be stupid if I said I don't want to forget you?" Merlin asked shyly.s
"W-What?" She stuttered, and it infuriated her. First he made her doubt her motives and now he had gotten her to stutter, how the hell did that happen?
"I know we've only just met but you're different from anyone I've ever known." He continued. She knew the feeling, it was exactly the same for her. There was a connection between them, not magical but emotional, it was difficult to explain and completely unexpected but it was true.
"There's just something about you I can't put my finger on, I feel... normal when I'm around you." He explained.
"Normal?" She almost exclaimed, 'normal' didn't sound like a good thing at all.
"When I'm around Arthur, I'm the servant. With Gaius, I'm the apprentice. With Gwen, I'm the colleague and with you I'm... I don't have a role to fill or meet expectations to meet, with you I there's room for me to breathe and be who I am."

A friend at last.

"I won't forget you." Nimueh replied.
"I want you to have this." He said as he held out a small leather bracelet. "I know it's nothing special and you don't have to wear it but I..." He chuckled. "I just wanted to give you something to remember me by."
"Thank you." She said, and she meant it. "I'm afraid I don't have anything to give in return."
"You don't have to. Whenever I see blue eyes I'll always end up comparing them with yours."
She knew how blue her eyes were but couldn't help feeling flattered, finally someone would remember and smile doing so.

Her heart sank, he wouldn't remember her, he would remember Cara.

"What's wrong?" Merlin had picked up on her saddened mood.
I can't tell him, he's the only person who'll remember as a good person. If I ruin that I don't know what I'll do. She noticed things were getting worse. SHE wouldn't know what to do? Since when did she care about what he thought of her? What anyone thought of her?
"You can trust me." His words made her look into his eyes again, the only shade of blue to ever contest hers. His eyes, his words, she should call it poison only it didn't hurt her, it brought back to life so many things she thought dead. In the hayloft above the stables his words had revived memories and shed the tears she had held back for so long. But he would forget her eventually and the thought nearly brought her to tears. If she'd begin crying again, what would he think of her then? She would be a whimpering child and she wouldn't allow him to remember her like that, there was fire in her and she would let it show. The sudden urge, another emotion she thought dead, she acted on it. Her hand had made its way into his hair and her lips were on his. She would make sure he would never forget. Her tongue touched his lips and they were all too happy to oblige. Forget the hayloft, this was the moment which she would remember him by.

She would never forget him and now he would never forget her. She had done it on a sudden whim and it wasn't love. Not until he kissed her back. How could she have fallen in love with him? They had only met a day ago.
Just because he comforted me and understands how I feel and that he's kind of cute and a remarkably good kisser and...
She noticed there were too many 'and's in that and feared the feeling really was genuine. Why did he have to care so damn much about her? Why couldn't he just have ignored her or something?

Their lips parted and, panting, she took a step back.
"I thought it was just me." He said short of breath. Nimueh smiled at his innocence, he really was adorable all flustered like that.
"It's like you said, my last night in Camelot. I wasn't going to leave with regrets." Nimueh replied.


Merlin and Freya

Just one day- Lilac Winters21

He fell in love with her quickly, though not instantly. She was the one person he could truly be himself around; and not just that, but he could help her, make her happy by being who he truly was. And she understood, she understood all too well what it was to be different, to be separate from those around oneself. She understood in a way no one else ever had.

When they first kissed, it felt pure and sweet and beautiful: a moment of bliss, of separation from their tangled lives. And though the moment tried to last into eternity, it eventually had to end. Merlin had to leave the beautiful girl and return to his life in the castle above. But from that moment, something changed inside of him. His destiny, something that had seemed so important, so vitally important, now felt insignificant and distant. He had a new purpose to his life now, and her name was Freya.

And so, he made plans to run away with her. And he was the happiest he'd been in a long time, dreaming of a life with no more secrets, no more lies. A life spent with someone he loved more than any other. A life where he was his own person, not the servant and shadow of another.

He knew what he what he was giving up. He knew he was leaving behind the friendship of many here: Arthur, Gwen, even Morgana. And Gaius. Gaius, who was like a father to him, was the hardest to leave behind. But it was worth it.

It was worth it because of the look in Freya's eyes when she saw him. The look in her eyes when she saw that she was loved, for the first time in he didn't know how long. She needed him, he knew, more than anyone did here in Camelot. And he needed her: he didn't need to hide who he was around her. He could just be himself and be understood. No one had ever given him that opportunity before.

So he planned. But his plans were ruined when she left first.

At first, he had hoped that she was long gone and safe. But when the warning bells began to ring, he knew that was only wishful thinking.

As the ensuing battle continued, there was only one thought in his mind: don't let them hurt Freya. He sent a gargoyle tumbling down on Arthur, taking the chance that the prince would be hurt in the crash. But in that moment, it didn't matter. For the first and only time since he arrived at Camelot, he was unconcerned with Arthur's safety, and wholly absorbed in worry for another.

He found Freya back in the caves, human again. He murmured reassurances to her as she told him how she had become what she was. He looked over her wound, frantically trying to assess the damage and figure out how to heal her.

"I'm going to make you better, Freya," he said desperately, trying to reassure himself as much as he was reassuring her.

"No, Merlin, the wounds are too deep. Please go". As Freya spoke, her breaths became shallower, and her voice died down to a whisper.

"No," Merlin said, heartbreak evident in his voice as he watched Freya succumb to the wound. More and more time passed between each breath she took, until her breathing almost ceased altogether. Her eyes slowly closed, and only the smallest thread of air was making its way into her lungs.

"No," Merlin said again, despair in his voice, and in that instant he knew that he could not let Freya die. Drawing strength from the part of himself where the fire of his magic always lay, he moved his hand over Freya and spoke in the strange tongue of the Old Religion. His voice was soft, but the words seemed to echo against the very walls from the intensity at which he had spoken them. His eyes burned gold as he chanted, a fiery light in them.

For an instant that stretched into an eternity, nothing happened. Tears began to form in Merlin's eyes as he thought that he had lost the only girl he'd ever loved. Then Freya took a long, shuddering breath, and Merlin did weep; but now, it was from relief.

For what felt like ages he simply lay there next to Freya. He was weak from the effort of casting the powerful spell and could barely move, but he couldn't rest until he had laid his hand on top of hers. He needed the assurance that she was there, that she was all right, and it was only after that was he able to fall into a deep, peaceful sleep. He awoke at dawn, though he had no way of knowing it in the dark caverns. He was disoriented for a moment, not knowing why he was sleeping on hard ground instead of his own bed, but then memory returned and he smiled. He opened his eyes, and saw Freya next to him, looking like a princess in Morgana's stolen dress. He must have made some noise-she turned around toward him, her face cast in shadows by the flickering candlelight. She smiled when she saw he was awake.

"You saved me," she said, as tears began to roll down her cheeks. Merlin immediately pushed himself up and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into him, weeping onto his shoulder,

"I almost killed your prince-I could have killed you!-and still, you saved my life".

"Freya, you couldn't help it! The Bastet-that isn't really you. And...Freya, I love you". Freya pushed apart from their embrace. She was no longer crying, but looking resolutely at him.

"Merlin, I love you too, but...we can't be together. You saw what I was last night-what I am..."

"And I don't care!" Merlin cut her off. "You can control it, like you did when you didn't hurt me last night. And even if you couldn't, I'm willing to take that risk".

"But I'm not! Merlin, if I ever hurt you, it would destroy me".

"I have my magic, I can protect myself-"

"The Druids couldn't even protect themselves from me!"

"I'm more powerful than the Druids".

"But you aren't infallible! Merlin, you've only seen the Bastet once, you can't understand what it's like". Tears had again sprung into Freya's eyes.

"It's always inside me, clawing to get out. Each night, I fight to contain it, to keep it inside. And each night, as midnight comes and it's at its strongest, I lose the fight, and it bursts out, full of bloodlust and violence. Merlin, it's been inside me since the moment I was cursed. I know it so, so, well, and-" she broke off suddenly, confusion spreading over her face.

"I-I can't sense it," she said, as if speaking her thoughts aloud. "I don't understand, it's like it isn't there. It's like it's gone, but it can't be gone..." Her head was tilted slightly to the side as she tried to understand what had happened.

It was Merlin who realized it first.

"The spell I used to heal you, it was supposed to heal your whole being. What if it healed you of your curse?". She looked up at him, not quite daring to believe.

"I'm...I'm free of it?"

"It's gone, Freya. It's gone forever". The smile on her face was a beautiful sight, a brilliant mixture of not-quite-belief and pure, sweet joy. She threw her arms around him and embraced him, not knowing what words would be enough for the incredible emotion she was feeling. She did, however, find two words in the end, whispered almost too quietly for Merlin to hear.

"Thank you".


Merlin and will

Is it wrong that i like this fanfiction just because arthur gets his heartbroken this fanfiction is actually rated M but i only included a section that was at most T

Letting go- chaffy123

Merlin hugged him back, it was nice to have someone who knows him and understands him. He also understood why William dislikes Arthur. His parents were victims of the nobility, but Merlin did not want to think about he past. Not today, they still have a village to defend.

"Merlin, I missed you." William whispered. "I missed you so much." His lips were brushing against Merlin's ear, making Merlin blush.

"I missed you too. " Merlin smiled and William released Merlin from his hug. "We can recall fresh memories later, we still have a village to defend."

"Oh that." William smirked. "Prince Arthur is doing a great job of training the peasants. " He said, dripping with sarcasm.

"Hey, play nice." William became sour faced, Merlin decided to cheer him up by tackling him playfully.

"Why do you think that would cheer me up?" William laughed.

Merlin smiled, "It always cheers you up." He looked William in the eye, "I guess somethings never change."

Arthur saw all of this outside of the tent, and was upset. He did not know why he should be. Merlin's smile at William pissed him off, why does he never smile and laugh with me like that? Angrily, he decided to stop all childhood recollection moments and shouted, "MERLIN! How long are you going to sleep for? It is almost noon! Who is going to cook my lunch?"

Merlin hurriedly got off of William, and sighed.

Are you that upset to see me? Arthur stared at Merlin.

William quietly left, he never took his cautious eyes off Arthur, he did not know his intentions and wanted to protect Merlin.

Merlin was just tired and did not want to cook, he was hoping he would get a break from all his choirs if he returned home.

"Yes yes, sir." Merlin was quite unenthusiastic and it unintentionally kept hurting Arthur.

Last night's promise still stands, yet why am I feeling such pain?

After Lunch

Arthur knew these people were not soldiers, so he strategically laid out traps and methods to prevent the village from being robbed and destroyed. However, it was not enough to stop these people from coming in. He tried to fend off all the attacks, but there were too many people. He felt helpless and overpowered, he was not able to prevent the death of several villagers, and his own strength was beginning to drain out. Swords were clashing against swords, the swooshing of arrows was going against his ears. Arthur had gashes on his arms and legs, and his eyesight was starting to blur from the blood lost. It looked like all was lost.

All of a sudden, a wind started to blow. It was unnatural and forceful, blowing only the attackers and protecting the defenders.

Arthur would recognize that anywhere. It was magic.

He frowned as the battle began to come to an end. Magic was not allowed, who has used magic? Before he was able to entirely finish the thought, he spotted a marksman, and he was aiming towards someone. He was aiming towards Merlin. He was trying to kill one last person before submitting to defeat.

Arthur felt a wave of panic rush through his blood. No no no, not Merlin.

The arrow shot and Arthur shouted, "Merlin.", but it was too late, it was going to hit him.

Arthur felt his eyes tear up and a dull aching pain in his chest. He charged against the marksman.

Suddenly, a flash of black appeared in front of Merlin.

It was William.

He blocked the arrow and was shot in the chest.

Arthur beheaded the marksman and rushed to where he thought Merlin was shot.

And he was relieved to see that Merlin was not hurt, but his heart broke in pieces when Merlin hugged William and kissed him on the lips