7/12
Merlin
Enter the Dead
The sound of hammering and the sawing of wood filled the air, the hiss of smelting metal joining it occasionally. In the courtyard of the Castle Arthur looked up at the rebuilding of it. A slow process to be sure, but in the week since Morgana's defeat, everyone had been busy. Over to the side of the courtyard he saw Elyan, working with some townsfolk, hauling a heavy section of timber towards the castle doors, the other side of the courtyard saw Leon and Gwaine, moving the rubble that had once been the alarm tower. A moment later Merlin passed him with two heavy buckets, heading towards the smelting hut that had been set up by the castle walls. Arthur took it all in silently. Turning slightly he saw Gwen handing out mugs of water to the Townsfolk who were helping, she looked over at Arthur briefly and smiled. He returned it, briefly, his gaze ticking around to the rest of the devastation. Thomas was over at the stables, up a ladder, and slowly hammering the wooden roof rests into place.
"My liege" the voice came softly from beside him. Arthur turned to see Rory standing there.
"Rory?" he asked
"I've just come from the well, it looks intact, but part of the tunnel system has caved in" she told him.
"Wonderful" he replied, looking over at Gwaine.
"Gwaine, Once your done here, can you and Lancelot head to the Well. See if the roof can be re-in forced somehow" he said.
"Yes sire" he replied, turning back to his current duty.
"Thank you Rory" he said turning back to her.
"My liege" she said with a slight bow, before turning away. A moment later Merlin walked up to him.
"Nice to see you getting your hands dirty" Merlin said with a playful smile.
"You know Merlin, your jokes need a lot of work" he told him. Merlin smiled even more.
"Who's joking?" Merlin asked.
"You know if we had any stocks left, I'd be so tempted about now" Arthur told him, with a roll of his eyes. Merlin chuckled, and moved off, back to the well. Arthur watched him go with a shake of his head.
In the Throne room, that had, for the moment, been set up as a temporary triage centre, Gaius moved among those who were still too badly wounded from the previous week. He had one of the castles hand maidens shadowing him, and another four members of the castle staff at various points around the room, administering treatment as best they could. It was not an easy task, a lot of Gaius's ingredient's for his medicines had been destroyed by the rampaging beasts, or otherwise spoiled by smoke. He had managed to gather some herb's together from the nearby forest, but not many, and not enough to treat the wounded.
"Gaius!" one of the young men who was assisting him called over. Gaius turned to his assistant and handed her a pack with a green paste in it.
"Here, apply it thinly to the wound, and re-bandage it once your done" he instructed. She nodded and set to work as Gaius moved over to the young man.
"Yes?" he asked, reaching him. The man was standing over a young woman, no older than twenty. Gaius looked at her as the man gestured. Gaius knelt down, and checked her over, before closing her staring eyes.
"Poor child" he muttered, pulling the blanket over her. He stood and looked at the man.
"Please, take her to the mortuary" he said. The man nodded and gestured for one of the others to help him. Gaius watched as they carried the body out.
The castle Crypts had been turned into said Mortuary, It was the coolest place still standing, and was protected from the direct light of the sun. Slowly the two men entered with the body and placed it down on the already large pile. Once there was time, they would be taken out and given a proper funeral. The men bowed their heads in respect, before turning and walking out.
Far away from Camelot he watched with interest on the enchanted glass he possessed. With a smile he brought a ring to his lips and kissed it, before dropping it into a mist enshrouded cauldron. The cave in which he had lived for eight years was a cold, damp place, moss grew on the walls in abundance, and a single torch gave off a flickering light. He didn't mind, he knew he would not be here forever, and now it was time to gain revenge on the kingdom that had so defied him. Turning his thoughts back to the cauldron, he held his hand over it.
"Salomay, Invicta. Shorsh, kirn, nestan" he intoned. As he finished the words the cauldron mists grew brighter, turning a blood red colour. A scream echoed around the cave, even as the mist took on a form, then substance, Skin replaced mist, the sunken eyes becoming bright with life, the hair growing from the head, cascading down the bare back, until she stood before him.
"Sondra" she greeted him. He knelt, then looked up at her, she held out her hand and he took it as he rose again.
"Nimueh" he replied. She looked around the cavern, then back at him.
"How long?" she asked.
"Over four years" he replied, she gaped at him, slightly taken aback, but then she composed herself.
"And, pray tell me, has much happened in my absence?" she asked. Sondra nodded and handed her some clothes.
"Indeed, Your nemesis Uther, is dead, killed by his own daughter's interference, Camelot, at the moment stands almost helpless" he added. Nimueh smiled.
"So, Camelot has all but fallen.. show me" she ordered. Sondra held up the enchanted glass, and she watched the rebuilding works.
"So.. King Arthur now sits on the throne" she said to herself. Then she snarled as Merlin walked into view.
"Merlin" she snarled, looking back at Sondra. "I want that boy dead" sneered Nimueh, beside her Sondra nodded.
"And you will get it, Camelot is in near ruins, and our time to strike is near. With your power and my Necromancy nothing can stand against us" he told her.
"Indeed" she agreed, a slight smile paying upon her lips.
In the courtyard Merlin suddenly paused and shook his head, a cold feeling running through him.
"Merlin? Are you okay?" asked Gwen noticing. He looked at her, and smiled.
"Yeah, I think I might have put my back out" he told her. A moment later, Arthur clapped him hard between the shoulders.
"Need to work to get a bad back" he said.
"Oh that's rich" Merlin replied.
"You know Merlin, one day you might actually figure out that carrying the weight of a kingdom on your shoulders is a very heavy burden" Arthur told him. Merlin nodded.
"True, but it wouldn't hurt to start with a bucket or two" he replied, electing a chuckle from Gwen.
"Merlin! Where's the water?" called the smithy from the little smelting hut.
"coming" called back Merlin, he turned to Arthur. "If you'll excuse me, I have a back to put out, sorry water to deliver" he said. Arthur watched him walk away with a sigh.
"Seriously Gwen, why don't I sack him?" Arthur asked. Gwen smiled and looked at Merlin's retreating form, then back at Arthur.
"Because you'd miss him" she replied.
"I would not" Arthur protested.
"oh? Not even a little?" she asked staring at him. Arthur shrugged.
"Okay maybe a little" he admitted. She gave him a smile and, still smiling, turned away to go about her duties.
"How are the repairs coming?" asked Gaius, later that evening, as he handed Merlin his dinner.
"Slowly, it'll be weeks before the palace is completely repaired" Merlin replied. Gaius sat down opposite him, taking a sip of water.
"What about your dinner?" asked Merlin. Gaius shrugged at him, stifling a yawn.
"I've not got much of an appetite I'm afraid" he replied.
"You have to eat something Gaius" Merlin told him, pushing his bowel over to him. Gaius looked at it, then at Merlin. Slowly he picked up the spoon, and took a bite of the stew. Merlin smiled and stood, heading for his own little room.
The crypt was in darkness, which suited the rat just fine as it scrambled over the pile of corpses in search of food. A search that was rudely interrupted by the appearance of a dark circle towards the back of the crypts. It grew, until finally it became big enough for a person to step through. Or in this case, two people. Nimueh and Sondra stepped into the crypts. Sondra looked around, at the tombs and the piles of bodies before him.
"Will this suffice?" asked Nimueh, beside her Sondra nodded.
"This will be more than fine" he replied. Stepping forwards he opened his arms wide.
"Salomay, Invicta. Shorsh, kirn, nesta" he intoned. At first nothing happened, then there was a rumble from behind him. He smiled as he turned to see the tombs cracking open, turning back to the piles of corpses he could see that they were now also showing signs of movement. He looked over at Nimueh.
"Will this suffice?" he repeated her question. Nimueh grinned, and nodded slowly.
"Oh yes.. yes indeed" she replied.
Rory ate her food alone, she always had, it helped her to think more clearly when she could chew without distraction. But now, at this moment she was simply bored. She forked at the food on the plate, a bland vegetable mixture and some stringy meat, which she didn't care for in the least.
"Food that bad?" asked a voice behind her. She turned and looked up as Thomas sat down next to her.
"Nope, its quite good actually" she lied. He nodded, looking unconvinced, as he shovelled a forkful of his dinner into his own mouth, he chewed for a moment, then grimaced.
"Okay, I lied" Rory admitted with a small smile. He looked over at her, his eyebrow raised slightly. Rory reached out and took a sip of the water from her cup, then looked back at him.
"How are you holding up? About Emily I mean?" she asked. Thomas shrugged.
"I'm trying not to think about it, it makes it easier" he replied. Rory nodded, understanding. Then looked up as a hurried looking servant boy ran into the room. Thomas didn't seem to notice him at first, but did when Rory tapped him on the shoulder and pointed. Thomas stood up and went to him.
"What seems to be the problem?" he asked.
"They're gone!" the servant boy exclaimed.
"Who? Who's gone?" asked Thomas.
"The bodies, the bodies in the crypt, they're... gone" he said, eyes wide. Thomas looked at Rory, who held her hands up in a 'don't ask me' expression.
Forty five minutes later…
"Bodies are missing? What do you mean bodies are missing?" asked Arthur. Gaius blinked then nodded.
"Missing as in stolen?" asked Merlin.
"no sire, the tombs I've looked at seem to indicate the occupants removed themselves from the tombs" replied Gaius, looking at Arthur. Arthur sat on his cot and ran a hand through his hair. They were all tired, and all had been roused by the revelation. Of course Gaius and Merlin had gone to see for themselves, not that they didn't trust the Man servant's observations, but for the simple fact they needed to know what had happened.
"Gaius, dead bodies, do not as a rule get up and start walking around" said Arthur.
"actually, that's happened at least twice" stated Merlin. Arthur shot him a look. And Merlin found something interesting to look at in the corner.
"Sire, I would normally agree, but unless the guard on duty was remiss in his duties, say, not seeing several corpses being dragged past him, then the only explanation is that they were either taken into the catacombs below the castle or got up and walked there" replied Gaius.
"so, last week we had summoned beasts, an irate sister, and a Druid kid trying to kill us, now your saying we have an undead army.."
"About to try and kill us?" offered Merlin.
"You're really not helping" Arthur told him. Finally with a sigh he stood up and reached for his tunic.
"Where are you going?" asked Merlin.
"To see for myself" Arthur replied.
"Not alone you're not" Merlin replied.
"Merlin, I really don't need a babysitter" Arthur replied.
"Think of it as.. back watching, not baby sitting" Merlin replied. Arthur rolled his eyes.
The Crypt was much as the man servant had told them. Empty. Save for the linin they bodies had been wrapped in, and the broken stone on the floor from where the crypts proper occupants had been laid to rest.
"the crypts are this way" said Arthur, pointing to the back of the room, to a large door. Slowly the two of them approached it. Merlin suddenly jumped, causing Arthur to do so as well.
"What? What is it?" Arthur said, looking around for a sign of attack.
"Sorry, rat" replied Merlin.
"We're looking for the walking dead, and you get scared by a rat?" asked Arthur.
"It ran across my foot" Merlin explained. "I hate Rats, all that fur and.. those evil teeth.. and beady eyes and…" he let his voice trail off at Arthur's expression.
"You know Merlin, one day you will grow a back bone, and I'll be so proud when you do" Arthur replied.
"Thanks" Muttered Merlin. "So do we have a plan?" he asked as they reached the door.
"Of course there's a plan, I'll open the door and kill whatever is there" Arthur told him.
"That works I suppose"
"So glad you approve, stand back" Said Arthur, handing Merlin the torch. Merlin took it and stood back, watching as Arthur slowly opened the door. He did so, then took the torch back from Merlin, looking in at the people behind the door, and there were lots. The undead creatures slowly turned to look at him, some eyes wide, others with just skeleton jaws clacking.
"Oh, sorry to bother you" replied Arthur before slamming the door closed and putting the large beam across it.
"What happened to you'll kill everything in there?" asked Merlin. Arthur looked at him.
"We have a new plan" he replied, as a heavy thump resounded on the other side of the door.
"We're running aren't we?" asked Merlin.
"Yep"
They ran, as behind them the heavy door began to crack.
Gwen was in her chambers, trying to sleep, the people walking up and down the stairs waking her. Well, she said walking up and down the stairs, but it was more like frantic running up the stairs, followed a moment later by the ponderous sound of something else following them. Finally, having had enough, Gwen stood and threw open the door.
"What is going on out… oh" she began, her voice trailing off as the Skeletal warrior turned its empty eye sockets to look at her. Gwen slammed the door closed, it was of little use as it splintered a moment later. Gwen back up, around the other side of her bed, putting between her and the skeleton, before she realized that it was now between her and door. As it moved around the bed, towards her, Gwen jumped on to the bed and across it, just a fraction of a second too late. Gwen screamed as the rotting hand grabbed her wrist tightly, she looked up at it, beating at it as best she could, but its grip was like iron. It clacked its teeth at her, as if laughing.
"Now that's just wrong" she told it, feeling behind her for something, anything that could help. Her eyes went wide as she found something, and she swung it around, her feeling of triumph evaporating as she walloped it with her hairbrush. Behind it she could see more undead moving up the stairs, some of them weren't quite skeletal just yet, and still had some vestige of flesh on their otherwise rancid bodies. The grip was becoming tighter and tighter, and in a blind panic Gwen lashed out. Suddenly the gripped loosened, and she looked up in surprise. The skull was gone. The body seeming looking for it. Gwen looked around and saw the skull, facing away from her, by the door, clattering away madly. She ran past the body, which was now turning. She grinned as it approached the skull, and just as it was about to reach it, she kicked it, watching it bounce with satisfaction down the stairs. The body, paused, then it too headed for the stairs, then cautiously stepped down the first one, before it fell down the others, to land in a broken heap at the bottom. A second later Arthur and Merlin appeared at the bottom of the steps. Arthur looked at the pile of bones, then up at Gwen.
"Did you do that?" he asked, impressed.
"I'm not just a pretty face" she replied.
"Could this, mutual respect thing wait until later?" asked Merlin, as behind him and Arthur, the undead appeared. Arthur nodded and ran up the stairs, grabbing Gwen and pulling her after him, Merlin bringing up the rear. At the top, Merlin suddenly turned and smiled, picking up the large, ornate vase that was by the top of the stairs. Behind him Arthur skidded to a halt.
"Merlin, what are you doing!" he called out. A second later the first of the undead appeared on the stairs, near the top. Merlin took aim with the Vase, and his eyes glowed briefly as he threw it. It hit the undead in the chest, knocking it backwards, down the stairs, taking most of the ones behind it out at the same time.
"Stop messing around!" Arthur yelled at him.. Merlin turned to him and ran to him and Gwen.
"Oh, I don't get the 'I'm impressed' sentence" Merlin said.
"Oh shut up" replied Arthur, as he led them into the throne room, and the gathered people who were still in the castle.
Below them, in the remains of the Audience chamber, Leon, Elyan, Thomas and the other knights we're fighting for their lives. Rory, was with them, throwing uncooked meats and pottery at the undead spilling into the room. It was futile however as no amount of stabbing, hacking or anything seemed to phase the dead.
"We're running out of room here!" yelled Lancelot, as he was backed up by a particularly nasty looking corpse in a rotting dress.
"I'm running out of plates here!" called Rory, agreeing with Lancelot. Behind the group the door that led to the back corridor opened, it was usually kept shut and locked, unless a banquet was being held.
"Over here!" yelled Gaius, calling them, and drawing the attention of several of the corpses.
"Dear lord!" exclaimed Gaius with surprise, "I do believe that's Arthur's aunt, Isabella, I haven't seen her since she died" He told the knights proudly, everyone in the room turned to look at him, the looks on their faces saying what their voices could not. A moment later they we're at the door, Rory ducked out first, followed by Gaius, then Elyan, and the others. The door shutting behind them.
"Will that hold them?" asked Leon, panting. As if in answer the door splintered apart.
"Guess that's a no" replied Thomas, as the group ran down the corridor, and up the stairs at the end, and eventually into the throne room, which they closed the doors to, slamming the wooden beam across it.
"Okay.. would someone please tell me what's going on here?" demanded Arthur as the wooden doors cracked under pressure.
"Sire, If I might hazard a guess, I would suggest we are dealing with a Necromancer, one who possesses the ability to raise the dead" said Gaius, wincing as the door cracked again. "And as far as I know, there was only one Necromancer ever heard of in our boarders. And that was years ago"
"Sondra" Growled Thomas.
"Necromancy? But I though Sondra was dead" said Arthur.
"I believe we were.. misinformed" admitted Gaius. As the door finally gave way.
"Arthur" said Merlin, his eyes wide. Arthur followed Merlin's gaze, and his eyes went wide.
"I shouldn't have to ask, but why are you sitting in my throne?" demanded the Corpse of Uther, standing in the doorway.
"Father?" asked Arthur slowly, questioning what his eyes were showing him.
"I asked you a question Arthur, I expect a response" Uther cut him off.
In the crypt, Nimueh and Sondra watched the unfolding scenario with mounting amusement.
"You are pleased?" asked Sondra, with a grin. Nimueh returned it, and looked back at the magical glass.
"Now we'll see just how mature the prince has become" she said.
"This.. this isn't real, it can't be" Arthur stammered.
"Arthur, what are you talking about?" demanded Uther stepping forwards. Arthur suddenly bolted to his feet.
"Gods!, can't anything stay dead around here anymore?"demanded Arthur. Uther stopped and looked at Arthur, confused.
"What in god's name are you talking about?" demanded Uther.
"Seriously, have you looked in a mirror lately?" asked Merlin from behind Arthur.
"When I want your opinion, I will solicit it boy, now be silent" Uther snarled, as behind him the undead began to enter the room.
"This is bad isn't it?" muttered Rory. Beside her Thomas nodded.
"Now, I will ask one last time… Why are you in my throne?" demanded Uther, dragging the words out.
"Because, father, your dead!" snapped Arthur. Uther blinked several times, then broke into a rasping laugh.
"It's true sire" said Gaius quietly. Uther looked over at him.
"Not you too, can't you see the enchantment your all under?"
"No sire, it is you who are enchanted" replied Gaius. Uther snarled at him, then at Arthur.
"This nonsense ends now.. if you do not remove yourself from my throne, I will be forced to take action" Uther told him.
"Then that is what you must do" Arthur replied, coldly.
"Very well then.." Uther replied. A moment later he pulled his sword from its sheath as Arthur did the same. Behind Arthur, the knights did the same.
"Now, defend yourself" said Uther, suddenly rushing forwards his blade clanging with Uther's.
"Do not believe for one moment I will go easy because you are my son" Uther said through gritted teeth.
"And Don't think I'll go easy either, corpse" snarled Arthur.
"We need to find Sondra" said Gaius, whispering to Merlin. "If we can kill him, the magic should dissipate, and they will all become corpses again" Gaius explained.
"Again? What are they now?" asked Merlin. Gaius stared at him.
"okay.. any idea where I'll look?" he asked. Gaius shook his head.
"Just, be careful Merlin" Gaius told him, Merlin nodded and made his way around the battle, ducking several corpses as he went.
"The boy is leaving" said Sondra, looking over at Nimueh.
"as I knew he would, he will of course do all in his power to stop you and protect his king"
"He will never reach here alive" vowed Sondra.
"No, let him come, I have.. a surprise for him" she said.
"is that wise?" Sondra asked. Nimueh looked at him, and held up a vial of black liquid.
"Oh yes, very wise" she replied. Sondra's eyes went wide.
"Epoch blood?" he said looking at it.
"What else of course" she replied.
For the second time since meeting Gwen found herself fighting back to back with Rory.
"This, is becoming a habit" Said Gwen, using a sword to hack at one of the corpses, Rory doing the same.
"Beats cleaning the rooms though" replied Rory.
"You. Are enjoying this, far too much" Gwen said.
"Like I said, beats cleaning rooms"
"Give it up Arthur, you can't hope to stand against me" Uther snarled as Arthur fell back.
"Hand the throne over to a walking corpse? Don't make me laugh"
"Stop calling me that!" yelled Uther.
"The truth hurts" Arthur replied, dodging a blow from Uther's sword.
"Damn it boy, I'm not playing!"
"Who said I was?" replied Arthur, going on the attack, driving Uther backwards.
"Necromancer… necromancer, now if I was an evil person who could raise the dead where would I go?" Merlin muttered to himself. He closed his eyes for a moment, felling out with his magic's. he could feel the undead in the castle, but nothing else. So moving slowly he went outside. He closed his eyes again, then looked over at the crypt, smiling.
"Where else?" he answered himself, moving towards it. Opening the door, he crept in, the shadow of a torch flickering across the walls, silhouetting the shadow of a man, standing at the far end of the room.
"Sondra!" Merlin called out. The man turned to face him.
"So the Warlock arrives at last. I've been expecting you boy" Sondra replied.
"End this, now" Merlin told him.
"Do not threaten me child, I have the power over death itself!" Sondra roared at him.
"And this is how you use your gift"
"Do not pity me boy, for I have none for you, your friends, or the whole of Camelot" Sondra sneered.
"I feel nothing but pity for you" Merlin replied, stepping forwards.
"That's it boy, come closer.. let me see your face fully before I kill you and make you one of my own. Yes, I wonder how the young king will react when his own servant boy attacks him"
"That's never going to happen" Merlin replied.
"Oh? So sure are you? Well see" Sondra replied. Merlin stepped forwards again, clenching his fists. He closed his eyes, and began to chant, then stopped mid sentence as someone else stepped into view.
"Hello Merlin" said Nimueh, before throwing the black liquid into Merlin's face. Merlin gasped as the liquid was quickly absorbed into his body, and he fell to his knees gasping.
"What.. what did you do?" he demanded.
"A gift, from me to you" she replied. She knelt down next to him and stroked his cheek, before he threw up on the floor.
"Poison… isn't that a bit old for you?" Merlin said through ragged breaths.
"Oh no, it's far more than poison, sleep well, Marlin" she said, pushing him pack, to fall unconscious on the floor.
"It's is done" she said rising from the unconscious boy.
"And you have your revenge, and I have Camelot" Sondra said with a smile.
"Indeed, tell me, the ring holds my life force yes?" she asked him, holding up her hand.
"As per your wishes" he replied.
"Good" she smiled at Sondra, then suddenly he gasped and clutched his chest.
"What… what are you doing?" he demanded sinking to his knees.
"Camelot was never yours to conquer" she replied, then looked back at Merlin.
"And my revenge, will be ever. So. Sweet" she grinned, as Sondra Fell to the floor, gasping one last time before he fell still.
In the throne room, all the dead suddenly paused, before collapsing.
"What?" demanded Arthur, standing over Uther's inert form.
"Someone must have killed the Necromancer" said Gaius suddenly. "It's the only way to explain, this" he added, gesturing at the bodies.
"Arthur, where's Merlin?" asked Gwen suddenly, looking around.
"Soon, my little Warlock, you will waken, to a hero's call, you will bask in the glory that is rightfully yours, and then.. you will be mine" Nimueh whispered to Merlin's unconscious form. Nimueh smiled and her hands glowed as she stood over him.
"Merlin!" the cries where from outside, and a moment later the crypt doors burst open.
"You will die for this!" she screamed down at Merlin's unconscious form.
"YOU?" demanded Gaius.
"So, your little manservant thinks he can kill my Necromancer and live!" she demanded.
"You will leave him alone" Said Arthur, stepping forwards, the knights behind him. Nimueh glanced at them.
"You might have won this battle Arthur Pendragon, but I will have my revenge, on you and your little slave boy" she snarled, before vanishing.
"Nimueh, this day gets better and better" muttered Arthur, a moment later Merlin began to groan.
"Was that who I thought it was?" asked Merlin looking up at the group. Arthur nodded.
"Well, it seems we owe you, again" said Arthur.
"It was nothing" he replied.
"Want to bet" Arthur replied.
"Merlin, do you remember what happened?" asked Gaius. Merlin frowned, looked up at him and shook his head.
"Come on, lets get you checked over" said the old man, helping him up, and leading him out. Arthur watched them go, then over at the corpse of Sondra.
Night fell over Camelot, and Merlin slept fitfully. Horrid dreams invading his mind. Suddenly his eyes opened, glowing a crimson red. He smirked evilly, before falling asleep again.
Far away, the Great Dragon slumbered in its ledge. Suddenly its eyes opened, glowing a crimson red. It let out an enormous roar.
Nimueh watched from her hiding pace in the cave and smiled. It was all in place now.. Arthur Pendragon was soon to suffer the greatest betrayal of his life. …
8/12
Merlin
The Muse
"Merlin, what the hell has got into you?" demanded Arthur, glaring at him. Merlin didn't reply, just walked out the room.
"Do you honestly think you would have a chance with him?" Merlin said sneering at Gwen.
Thomas looked over at Rory, helping her up. Rory smiled as he pulled her into a hug.
"He didn't mean that" he told her
"he's right though, I am useless around here" she said. Thomas looked at her.
"No, you're really not"
The woman reached over, kissing Elyan briefly, he blinked a couple of times, then looked up at her.
"Now, you'll do what I say" she said with a smile.
"Of course" he replied.
"Elayn? What are you doing!" yelled Gwen, seeing her brothers sword pointed at Leon's throat.
"There is something seriously wrong with Merlin" muttered Lancelot.
"You're telling me"
"so you abandon me, and now you summon me back? What are you playing at Merlin?" Morgana sneered.
"I want Arthur.. I want him dead" Merlin replied.
