A.N./ Okay, so...you won't understand this, probably. I had this picture in my mind and COULD NOT fit it into a hundred words. In this fic, Merlin's magic is revealed, and he is out helping victims of an attack and he's feeling like he's not enough and he can't possibly take care of them all. And if that doesn't make this make sense, well...idk what to say. Partially inspired by Friction by Imagine Dragons. I don't own the lyrics I used, and I don't own Merlin.


His heart beat irregularly, thumping and thumping like a gong in the shabby temple his chest had created.

You can't fight it, the voice intoned, pounding in his head and forcing the tired organ to switch rhythms again. Ease it off, don't fight.

The victims of Morgana's latest attack gazed up at him with hollow eyes and drooping mouths. They snatched at him, begging him silently to cradle them close and fix their broken homes.

Don't fight it, can't fight it, ease it off.

"How did I become this?" he whispered.

Don't tell me to be strong—

ease it off.


I have a playlist for this series on Spotify! Take the spaces out of play . spotify user / alainamckahlen / playlist/ 3pooE5lSrlyUWPrFOjSx88 and check it out!