Dangers in the Path to Destiny

A/N: I am really liking series 5. I hope you all are too. I hope you're ready to see some bad things coming for our favorite pair. Well, I'm back to work now so these frequent updates within a week are going to slow again. Power and transportation is nearly back to normal in New York after Sandy's rampage last week. Oh well, the free time was good while I had it.


The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on.

~ Ulysses S. Grant


Chapter 7: The Terrible Angus

The city was abuzz as Camelot's streets were full of people in red soldier garments getting ready to mobilize with the king. It had been two days since the news of this invasion had reached the city and now the kingdom was preparing for war. The forges were springing to full life as the weapons and armor were being repaired and lustered to perfection. Some people were choosing to leave the city but many more were entering to be secure within the safety of its walls. Messages were being sent out for troops to prepare for the small army advancing from the northern port heading for Camelot.

Arthur dispatched scouts to track the movements of the Vikings and reported that they were moving at quite the steady going pace. They hardly let up their advance except when they had to stop for sleep. They were an army without horses, pure infantry. Judging from what they reported from the size Arthur thought they were either very brave or very foolish with the numbers that they had. Or perhaps they were confident with the apparent magic they had on their side.

Merlin was told of what was reported by the scouts as well. His involvement was made known to all the knights and to the council. Although, the news of his assistance in this was met with mixed reactions. Quite a few knights were happy and grateful for Merlin and his powerful magic to help them against the Vikings. Whenever those people saw him, as they passed, they would nod their heads and say simple things like.

"Thanks for the assist."

"Great to have you with us."

"We'll show those vikings now."

Then there were the others. The other knights who were still hostile towards magic as well as the stuffy lords that still gave him and the others a hard time because of their ties to magic. As for Merlin's help, they were more skeptical than grateful. When he saw them, he bit back reactions to,

"We'll be watching you."

"You don't fool us."

"Don't forget what side you're on."

However, the reaction that had Merlin really on edge was that of Kay and Galahad. The day right before they were all set to ride out and engage the Vikings, the two of them were in their room packing up.

"What's going on here?" he asked as he saw them packing a small bag for each of them.

"We're going to head back for Albion." said Galahad simply as he put on of his shirts into the bag.

"Now? It's still a few weeks until the regular report back."

"We know, but with this war...we have no place here now."

Kay nodded in agreement before he turned to tie his bag up. "When it's over, come back to Albion and seek us out and we'll return to our duty here."

"Are you really sure you don't have a duty here now?" Merlin asked as Kay sat on his bed facing him while Galahad finished up.

"Merlin, our duty is to Albion and that duty isn't needed here as Camelot won't need us to watch them for our city's safety." Kay then went to put on his Order robes and light armor.

"I...I might not understand. No, I really don't understand. Yet, I still have news relating to that duty. It turns out that even if it is only me, Arthur has promised that after this is all settled...he will completely lift the ban on magic in Camelot. This means that the duty to keep such a tense tab on Camelot's dealings relating to Albion will become unnecessary."

Galahad finished packing what he needed and tied his bag. "Congratulations Merlin. You got what you've been seeking. We're happy for you, truly we are." His words were sincere but Merlin could still see some...pity stuck in there?

Pity, why would Galahad pity him at all? "You mean, we'll get what we want. Isn't that what all the people of Albion wants? What everyone of magic in these land want? To not have to be hunted and be able to live in peace?"

"That is what we want," said Kay. "Believe me, we all want that more than anything."

"But this," said Galahad. "What we are about to get from Arthur...that isn't what we want. It's what you want."

Again, Merlin was confused. Arthur was giving them what they wanted yet it's not what they want but what he wants? Merlin was lost more by his own thoughts than Galahad's words now.

"You lost me." he said being completely honest with his confusion.

"You'll find it," Galahad said following Kay's move to put on his robes and light armor. "I just hope that it doesn't hit you hard when you do."

Merlin cleared his head of it. It was going to drive him up the wall if he thought on it any longer. "Anyway," he said turning away from that issue. "You want me to get two horses ready for you?"

"No, it's okay," said Kay stepping out of the changing screen fully dressed up. "We know that Camelot will need every horse they can for their men. We're not in any hurry. We'll walk back to the city."

"Besides," Galahad said from behind his screen. "This will give me some time to find something for Clara's birthday before we reach home."

"Say hi to her and Garrett for me." He had met Clara and their son Garrett and they were some pretty great people.

Galahad gave a chuckle as he put his arms though the sleeves of his robe. "Don't worry. I will."

Merlin decided to head out to let them finish in peace.

"Merlin," said Kay before he could leave. "Be careful out there."

"Thanks," said Merlin. "But I'll be okay. I can handle just about anything now."

"I hope you're right Merlin." said Galahad stepping out almost fully dressed. "We may not agree with what you're doing, but we still don't want anything to happen to you."


Arthur and his men slowly rode their horses with a little over seven hundred men. This kind of force wasn't up to the same level as the one that was amassed last year but it was still pretty impressive. When up against a force as notorious as the Vikings then it seemed necessary. Arthur hoped that when they saw that they were outnumbered like this, he could have them just leave his kingdom. If they didn't...then they would be left with no choice.

Merlin was riding by Arthur though he wasn't wearing his Albion robes or even Camelot's colors. He was back to wearing his old brown jacket, blue shirt and red neckerchief. It felt like old times then except for the fact that, now, he wouldn't have to be subtle anymore. Arthur kept glancing at him whenever he felt Merlin wasn't looking though Merlin noticed them every single time and Arthur passed it off as taking in the area. Merlin tried not to laugh after every time.

"You nervous?" Merlin asked after the sixth time he did that.

Arthur narrowed his eyes at Merlin like he just told a bad joke. "Merlin, you know this isn't the first time I've gone into battle. I think it should be me asking that."

"Arthur," he copying his tone and even his facial expression. "You know this isn't the first time I've gone with you into battle."

Arthur just rolled his eyes. "That was a horrible imitation."

"Really? I thought it was accurate."

Hurried horse steps brought their attention back to the front of them and they saw that it was one of Arthur's scouts.

"Sire."

"What news," he asked.

"The Vikings have stopped in the clearing that is just ahead. They just stopped advancing suddenly. It's like they're waiting for us."

"Hmm...they must have their own scouts watching us that we couldn't see."

"What now sire?" asked Gwaine who was right behind him.

Arthur was puzzled. If the Vikings had been watching them why wouldn't they keep advancing to try and take an advantage of a surprise attack. They were surrounded by trees and boulders to hide themselves. They had to know that their numbers were lower than theirs. "Let's move. It is better that we engage them on an open field. There is no chance of ambush there as opposed to where we are now."

Perhaps they were overconfident with their reputation and their magic. Luckily, Camelot's knights and army had their own reputation. And...they had an undoubtedly powerful warlock on their side.


But that was the problem.

"Vortigern," Angus said grasping his king's arm and stopping him.

"What is it Angus?"

"I'm...sensing something heading our way. It's powerful and it's steadily coming towards us."

Mordred glanced at the direction Angus pointed. It was just ahead of them towards Camelot. "That must be Emrys. Arthur Pendragon's pet sorcerer."

Vortigern looked towards Angus. "Can you handle him?"

Angus just smiled. "If he doesn't hold back, probably not. But...he doesn't know of my full power or about mine, Nemain's or Mab's little secret. Unless, the wretched Order of the Bear told him."

"I doubt they would. They would have no reason to bring up such bad memories over lunch," Vortigern mused. "As long as they don't see us then they can't warn him. Though I sincerely doubt that any of them would be marching with Arthur's men or that of any king against another ruler. It's not their way."

"Then the advantage is ours." Angus smirked. The advantage would truly be with them over this one sorcerer no matter how powerful propaganda or sacred writings said of him.

"If you're that sure then I know I don't have anything to worry about. You've always known the right time to fight and run Angus. I wouldn't be here today if you and the others didn't."

"Glad to here that sire. Mordred," he said turning to their young protege. "Put your hood down. We shouldn't reveal what or who is on our side until the time to strike arrives."

He followed Angus' advice as both of them both their hoods up. As they did, Vortigern raised his hands up to signal his men. "Stop here!"

Everyone looked around at the spot that the King suggested to stop at. It was an open clearing.

"Here my lord?" one of his officers asked.

"Yes...here," he said with a smile.

"What do you have in mind Vortigern?" asked Mordred.

"This is the perfect place for our surprise attack."

"But, wouldn't a surprise attack be where there is ample cover? Here, everything is seen and there is no way for you men to have an edge against them."

"Exactly Mordred. An area with a surplus of cover will have their senses honed in for the slightest sound to signal an ambush where there is no chance of one on an open field. Which is why they won't be ready or expecting the ultimate ambush I have in store for them."

The three of them looked back at the cloaking illusion of Nemain's that followed their force. The one that hid the full force of their army and its true power.

"You-you are brilliant sire."

"Thank you my boy. Men!," he said adjusting his tone for his batallion. "Prepare yourselves for battle!"

The Vikings stripped off the furs that they had draped around them. They slipped off to reveal the true visage of the renowned Vikings.


Galahad and Kay stepped out into the courtyard to be leaving the citadel for the city and beyond for Albion. They were halfway across when they heard a shout behind them.

"Wait." It was Guinevere.

"My lady," Kay said with a bow.

"You're leaving already?" she asked as she came to meet them.

"We are," said Galahad. "A war being brought to Camelot has nothing to do with us. It would be best if we were back in Albion to attend to our duties there until our duty back here calls us back."

"Galahad," she said before he could turn away. "Kay, you don't have to leave. You shouldn't. No one said that you should leave."

Galahad looked down at her. "We know Gem," he said patting her shoulder. "But we aren't truly needed here for Albion at the moment so we should get going. Besides, I have someone's birthday to celebrate back home."

"Merlin can come and get us when it's all over." said Kay.

"I can understand that we aren't exactly the best of hosts for you but I do want to say that I did like having you two around."

They looked at her and gave her a small smile. "It's nice of you to say that Queen Guinevere...even if you don't really mean it." said Kay.

"What?"

But they didn't respond to that as they went on to beginning leaving the city.


The flow of red from Camelot's men came out of the distant woods and spilled onto the fields. The Vikings on the other side of the field stood stiff and at attention. Arthur got a good first glimpse of the Vikings and his first impulse was to believe the rumors about them. The Viking army all had black metal helmets that had horns on either side of them that made them all look like a brigade of horned man beasts. They had on red trousers with a line of black fur at the sides. They had pale green colored crosses of leather going across their chests but no shirts underneath them. Their bodies were well toned, their arms were firm and most of them were large in size. Some looked even bigger than Percival and it gave them an even more brutal look to them.

Amongst all the muscle were people in pale green cloaks to match the Vikings' leather. There were about five or six that Arthur could see close to the front of these men. No doubt they were the sorcerers that they had on their side. They didn't seem that impressive. Not next to all these giants surrounding them.

To the front of all these men were three figures. To either side of the one in the middle were two men wearing pale green cloaks too, only these cloaks had what looked like black vines with thorns wrapped all around them. No doubt they were a velvet or leather material sown on to look like vines were wrapping them. They had their hoods up so he couldn't see their faces but Arthur couldn't help for some reason suppressing a shiver at them. In the center was a man in royal battle robes and mail and was wearing a shining golden crown on his head. A Viking King. He seemed to be around his own age and he seemed to be strong though not giant strong like his army. His hair was black and he was slightly pale looking but was fearlessly looking back at the opposition.

They stopped the respected distance from the Vikings and lined themselves up perfectly. "Alright, I'm going to meet with their king. Leon, Percival and Merlin, you three will come with me."

"Sire," they said getting off their horses.

"Be careful Arthur," said Elyan.

"We'll be alright. Hopefully, I can persuade them to leave with their lives. Their king doesn't seem as dangerous as his men. Watch out for them."

As Arthur and his chosen stepped forward, the Vikings had their king, the two thorn robed men and one of their viking giants approaching to meet them half way. They stopped within two meters of each other.

Arthur chose to speak first. "I am Arthur Pendragon. King of Camelot."

The other man smirked a little. "I am Vortigern Tregor. King of the Western Norselands."

At the introduction, Arthur's heart jumped a beat. As did Merlin's. The House of Tregor were the ones that held the crown of Eire before the Order of the Bear defeated them.

"Tregor? As in-"

"Yes...I'm sure you've heard about my family," Vortigern said cutting Arthur off. "If I'm not mistaken...you had trained with my older brother a few years ago."

Merlin looked at Arthur in surprise. He didn't know that. With what they learned of Albion and their war on Eire, he was sure that Arthur would've mentioned something like that at some time.

"Prince Robert. I didn't know he had a younger brother. Truth be told, I didn't know he had an older sister until a few years ago."

"Ah, yes. A troll impersonating my sister. I did hear about that." he said with a small laugh. "I hope it at least did her justice."

"I think that's enough pleasantries Vortigern. Why are you here with your army?"

Vortigern surely didn't look like he was done with pleasantries because he still had a pleasant look to his face. "Arthur, I'm sure that an army should tell you the answer already. I'm here for a war."

"Why? Our two houses have long been allies."

Now the pleasant smile he had was wiped off. "Well, not anymore. And speaking of allies...I hear you've struck a treaty with some of my old enemies. The people of Albion. That struck me as odd as your family's contempt for magic was infamous."

"We have made peace with them. I don't think you have a right to be judging anything as it looks like you have magic on your side right here."

He smiled again. "Now...who ever said that my family ever frowned on magic? In fact, my uncle and even my brother Robert practiced magic as well."

"What?"

"Yes," he said with a joyful chuckle. "Imagine that, the young man that sparred with you back then and who your father invited to his table was a skillful sorcerer. My family always found that to be quite the ironic joke."

Arthur pushed down the slightly grim feeling he had at being made a fool of. Now wasn't the time for that. "Well, things have changed now. We are in a truce with Albion now and it's citizens. If this is about that."

"Please," he said cutting him off again. "This isn't as trivial as that. I'm seeking an empire and your kingdom is simply on the list of land I want to add to it. If it makes you feel better, the whole of these lands are in my sight."

"This is ridiculous. Vortigern, you must see sense. You are outnumbered and there is no way that I will allow you to get farther then this clearing. Your army will be destroyed before you will claim one more blade of grass."

"We'll see about that."

He turned to leave when Merlin decided that he couldn't just stand back any more. "You must be overly confident in the magic that you have at your side but I will tell you now that I won't let them interfere."

"Really?" Vortigern said turning to face him. Arthur and Merlin didn't know that he was playing dumb about his magic. "And exactly who are you to do such a thing?"

"I'm Merlin. I'm Albion's new ambassador."

"Really? A new Albion." He looked him up and down. "You must be new. I've never seen you before."

"I'm with Arthur and Camelot. I was placed as Albion's ambassador by Lord Connor and if you do know him then you should know he doesn't do that with just anyone."

"You don't look anything special. Not like Connor, or Kalen or even Caleb. And you're right by the King of Camelot's side as well? I've seen mightier sorcerers than yourself."

"Believe me...I'm more powerful than I look."

"Really?" said one of the cloaked men "I'd like to test that for myself."

"Now, Angus, calm yourself."

Merlin saw an opening. "Wait, why not. If Angus wants to battle me, why not. What if the two of us battle? If I win, you Vortigern take your army and leave."

The sorcerer, Angus, stepped forward. "And if I win?"

Merlin looked at Arthur. He bit his lip slightly trying to think. He didn't have to though.

"If Angus wins," said Vortigern. "Then my army charges." He looked at Arthur. "What say you Arthur Pendragon? If your friend loses, you'll still have a chance to fight against me and stop me. Either I leave or you still fight me. Clearly, you have the better deal."

Arthur narrowed his eyes at Vortigern. This didn't seem right. "Excuse us for a moment." He pulled Merlin back and they stepped back a little with Leon and Percival covering them from Vortigern and his party.

"Something isn't right Arthur." said Leon. "I smell a trap."

Arthur nodded. "Yes, me too. They make a deal for us to have victory and for them to still have to fight. I would understand if they tried to make it the same way for us but this?"

Merlin looked to the four of them. More specifically, he looked to the one that challenged him. Merlin chose to use something taught to him by the Order in his report before last to Albion. He opened his senses to him to try and sense his magic and he didn't feel much. This sorcerer Angus was giving off a small amount of the Old Religion's power. Not enough to make him worry even before he went through this new training. "What do you say Arthur?"

"I don't know. There's something about Vortigern I don't trust. He wouldn't make such a ridiculous deal if he wasn't confident."

"Arthur, it's okay. I can handle them."

"I don't doubt that," he said quickly. "I'm happy that you are so sure of winning but...I don't think they'll be honorable with you."

"Arthur, I sensed Vortigern's challenger. His power isn't that strong. I can handle him. Easily."

"Merlin, maybe you shouldn't. They know you're connected to Albion and Vortigern is one of their prime enemies. He might do whatever he can to take it out on you."

"Arthur," he said a little stiffly. "I can take care of myself. If this can save the lives of the men then I'll do it."

"Merlin," said Percival. "Are you sure? You shouldn't have that kind of pressure on you."

"Right, because this would be the first time that I was under this kind of pressure over the past year?"

"You don't have to do this Merlin," Leon insisted.

"No I do. I have a duty to Camelot as much as all of you. If you were in my position, I know you two would insist on doing this as much as I am right now."

"And when they did, I would insist that they leave the fate of the kingdom in a challenge like this to me. I did the same with Annis' challenge and I'll do the same with Vortigern's challenge."

"Arthur, Annis' champion wasn't a sorcerer. While I don't sense Angus to be as strong as me, he is strong enough to easily disarm you and then strike you down. You've seen me during training back at Camelot. You know I can do this."

Arthur tried to stamp out what Merlin was saying. He made a lot of sense though he wouldn't admit that he was. Merlin was definitely powerful as the sight of him being a human bird came back into his memory. That wall of magic that he made to block their army and Albion's during their stay there. All that screamed that Merlin was capable of prevailing here. He closed his eyes and breathed out before opening them again. "Okay."


While all that had been going on, Vortigern was speaking with Angus, Mordred and his batallion's officer.

"What do you think they'll choose?" the officer asked.

Mordred glanced at Arthur and Emrys before turning to them. "They'll choose to fight. To try and avoid a war. Emrys will try and do what he can to save Arthur."

"And Arthur will take any chance he can to avoid a full war himself," said Vortigern. "I can't believe he is Uther's son. Defeating the Vikings with such low appearing numbers. Uther would've jumped at a chance for that kind of glory and power." He went and focused on Arthur. "It's almost a pity."

"Vortigern, I could sense that warlock trying to weigh how much power I had." Angus' lips curled into a small smile from beneath his hood. "Though it looked like he only sensed for the meager powers of the Old Religion I possess."

"He didn't sense your...better power?" the king asked.

Angus shook his head. "If he knew how to sense it, I think he would've reacted a little more shaken or angry with me than this. If the attitudes of the Order of the Bear were anything to go by."

"Sire," said the officer. "They're heading back to us."

Vortigern stayed in front of them while their opponents came back from their private meeting. "Well? Do we have a bargain Arthur?"

"It would seem that we do. Provided that no one interferes with Merlin and...Angus'," he said pointing to the right hooded man. "battle."

Angus stepped up from behind Vortigern and removed his hood. His slightly handsome face had a hungry look to it as he faced his future opponent. "Agreed."

They split off and headed to their respective men. Vortigern chuckled as he took a last look back at them.

"Angus, don't let me down out there."

"I won't sire." He opened and closed his fists and rubbed his fingers against his palm. "That Emrys is far too trusting of his meager magic of the Old Religion while I have real power flowing through my veins. He's never faced the likes of me."

"Yes...but, if it looks like you might need help, Mordred?"

"Don't worry Vortigern. It will be good for me to actually use Emrys' own tactics against him."


A blast came for Merlin and it collided with his shield. It had been over a minute and Merlin clearly dominated the fight. He hardly broke a sweat out there. However, the same couldn't be said for Camelot's men. The army behind him was nervously watching their ally tower over his adversary. The ones that were on Merlin's side were worrying for his safety in fighting an actual sorcerer. The ones that didn't like him were just worried that Merlin wouldn't be able to pull through for their sakes. The one that was sweating the most, even though he will insist he wasn't was Arthur. It wasn't the duel of magic he was seeing, it was the reaction or lack of reaction from the Vikings. Their man was being outclassed and yet, the Vikings and Vortigern didn't look disturbed at all. In fact, they looked like they were on edge and waiting for something to happen. Was Merlin in danger? Should he do something? No, he knew the rules. If he were in the same position and fighting to keep his men safe, he wouldn't like interference himself and he bet Merlin wouldn't either.

Merlin had been completely on the defensive the entire fight and merely canceled or deflected any spell Angus threw at him. He was surprised that Angus wasn't getting angry at that. In fact, he seemed to be as calm as he was when the battle started. He didn't know whether to be scared or impressed with his ability of keeping calm under pressure. Merlin was confident about winning this fight but he still was a little on edge with it being the first time he was truly fighting for Arthur and Camelot out in the open. He knew Arthur showed his opponents mercy and tried to offer the same thing.

"Angus, I can do this all day. You clearly are no match for me. You don't have to keep doing this. Just surrender and you can leave with all your comrades."

Angus just cracked a wicked grin that somehow seemed so natural on himself. "Please. Only one of us is coming out on top here."

Merlin felt pity for this stubborn fool. "I tried to give you a way to escape your fate."

"Ton o Bridd" Angus' spell made a earthy wave as if it were water and it was twice Merlin's height. "Escape from that."

It was big enough to bury Merlin but he decided enough was enough. He said the incantation in his mind and then flew straight up out of the way. The wave collapse down on the spot where he stood to make one big mole hill. Merlin just hovered about thirty feet in the air with his arms relaxing at his sides.

"I'm not going to give you another chance Angus. Just surrender and go."

Suddenly, Merlin heard a voice in his head. "Now's your chance Angus. Get him now." It was mindspeech, and this voice. Merlin recognized the tone of it. It was deeper but he knew it was familiar.

"Yes," Angus thought back. "I think it's finally time to be serious and let Emrys know just what he's dealing with."

Just then the air around Angus blew a little violently when he shot straight up from the ground and went at Merlin like a comet. Merlin was taken aback and was then struck right at the face by one of Angus' fists. Merlin stumbled downwards for a moment before he reclaimed his focus. Merlin had a red welt on the left side of his face that would undoubtedly bruise but he was more surprised with the sight in front of him. Angus was in the air with him and he seemed in complete control. But, Merlin didn't understand how. The magic he had sensed in Angus wasn't enough for him to take flight. Even now, he couldn't sense any vibrating magic out of him to keep him in flight. How was this possible?

"Surprised Emrys? You should be." It was mindspeech again and this time it was directed at him.

"Where are you?" he said softly but he knew whoever it was could still hear him.

"Where you usually are when you betrayed our kind. Right by my king's side. How does it feel when it's the other way around Emrys?" Merlin looked down at Vorigern and noticed the other figure in the cloak with thorns. Wait, he knew who it was. Only one person would call him Emrys in that tone.

"Merlin!" It was Arthur. "Behind you!"

Merlin's gaze left the ground and he turned around to see Angus ricocheting for him again but this time, his fist had a sickly green glow around it. Merlin shot straight up and barely dodged it. The energy in Angus fist grazed the laces on Merlin's boots though. This wasn't good. Somehow, Angus was even faster than him. To be fair, he knew that Connor, Flint, Kalen and five others in the Order were faster than him in the air. But he thought they were the limit. He didn't imagine that the Vikings would have such a sorcerer at their side.

He couldn't let this go on. It was clear that he had underestimated his foe and had tried to be tricked. He had to take out Angus so that he can stop the threat still on the ground with Arthur. He wanted to know how Angus was doing this all this but he would worry about it later. "Gwynt: Rhwygo i Fyny fy Gelyn!" A vicious twister suddenly appeared and Merlin threw it towards Angus who was just turning back to face Merlin. It went for him quickly and it didn't look like he would raise a defense in time.

"Rhwystr." It wasn't Angus' spell. Merlin could tell it came from below. A golden dome encased around Angus and protected him as the twister battered against it and then died out.

"Hey!" he shouted.

When the wind cleared up, Merlin saw Angus with his arm extended. "Ergyd o Anhrefn!"

A pale green stream of magic came shooting at Merlin but he was ready unlike Angus was. "Rhwystr." A golden dome surrounded Merlin this time to stand up to the shot. Yet, when it collided with him, Merlin suddenly felt cold. He could instantly hear screams from a distance and fear his heart and spine almost turn to ice instantly. What sort of magic was this? Merlin felt himself going limp. The shield went down and he started to go down as well.

Angus shot to be right above Merlin and extended both his hands out. "Bolltau Mellt" Five streams of lightning escaped his open palms and they struck Merlin and enveloped his body with sparks.

Merlin did feel pain from the spell but the worst of it was that the cold and depressing feeling from before came back and intensified. The pain from that hurt him worst then the one his body was feeling.

"Merlin!" Arthur watched as Merlin body glowed evilly from Angus' attack and then hit the ground. Merlin wasn't moving at all from where he lay and Arthur was hoping that he wasn't now staring at his friend's corpse.

He didn't have much time to panic as nearly as soon as Merlin hit the ground. "Charge!"

Vortigern shouted the order and his army went for Camelot's army. Arthur unsheathed Excalibur and charged forward and his men followed suit. Yet Arthur wasn't going for Vortigern. He was heading for Merlin's body and so were Leon, Percival, Gwaine, Tristan and Elyan.


End of Chapter 7

A/N: I hoped you liked this chapter. I know I did. The reason Angus beat Merlin will soon be revealed in time as Angus, Mab and Nemain have a terrible power within themselves that is of the most evil. I can't wait for when you guys find out what it is. I think you will be chilled about it. And Mordred, using Merlin's discreet assisting moves and tactics against him. Well, if it worked for him all these years then it obviously could work against him. As for Merlin, Galahad and Kay did tell Merlin a few chapters ago that he should practice flying more before becoming physical with it. A little foretelling for what was to happen.

I also saw the latest episode, The Desir, and I have to say that Merlin really botched everything up now. Not only has he condemned magic but he condemned Camelot and Arthur too. I wonder how it will keep going south from there. Anyway, tell me what you guys think of this.

Ton o Bridd - Wave of Earth

Rhwystr - Barrier

Gwynt: Rhwygo i Fyny fy Gelyn - Wind: Tear up my Enemy

Ergyd o Anhrefn - Shot of Mayhem

Bolltau Mellt- Lightning Bolts