So in celebration of having 100 followers (Eee! Cause I'm a geek like that), I'm posting this chapter. As soon as I got home from work I had to get it out so I could give it to you guys. Things start to go a little crazy in this chapter so I hope you're ready! A lot of questions will be answered and a lot more will pop up!
I actually called my sister to see if I should increase the rating on this story for a particular part in this chapter. We think it is fine, but I apologize if the blood 'n guts makes you go and break windows or something. You can thank my friend Tom for that bit. lool. It's his fault again. Frio fans are gonna like it I think.
Anyway, thank you all so much for the follows and reviews! You lot are awesome and you make me look forward to posting a new chapter each time!
Reviewer Responses
EchoRose480: Thak yew! Will dew!
WE-ARE-SHER-LOCKED: Yeah, I had my sister preview this like two or three times because I wanted to get Arthur right.
Vuurvlieg: Men... talking... it'll happen, just... they're not gonna be good at it. Merlin and Arthur are fantastic at many things. Heart-to-hearts... not so much. This is far from the end of this issue, but a good ol' sit-down isn't particularly in the cards. XD
1983Sarah: That Merlin was going to use that spell to show Arthur his good will was one of the first things I decided when planning this story. I think it's possible the writers will use it in the same way; or at least it would be smart of them to. Would waste a great foreshadowing moment. FORESHADOWIIIIIIIING!
Morena Evensong: Lol, she didn't go to the kitchen becuase she's a bird. She doesn't see any of that as actual food. She sees rodents as food. She thought she was taking wonderful care of her warlock. XD And you have good instincts when it comes to Morven and Edlyn.
flyaway123: *Grins*
Ash9: I'll give him a hug! And other things! :3
servant123: Oh there is plenty more of the feelings between them later. You will see.
Alright, I don't own Merlin and here we go!
Merlin scurried after Arthur, his head bowed like any obedient servant. This drew quite a few stares. Merlin was anything but. Frio hopped behind Merlin, cooing at him occasionally. Merlin turned slightly and attempted to get his thoughts to focus into a message.
Go hunting, he commanded. She looked up at him. She looked around, seeming to consider it for a moment before shooting out of one of the windows and toward the forest. Merlin suddenly felt the impression that she deemed him safe now that he was not in the 'box'.
Arthur's pace was fast and purposeful as he strode through the corridors, servants parting as he walked and guards nodding their heads at him as he passed doorways. As they entered a particularly empty wing of the castle, Arthur suddenly rounded on Merlin. It was all the servant could do to avoid slamming into the king.
Arthur stuck a finger in Merlin's face. "You lied to me Merlin. You lied to me for years."
Merlin's shook his head. "I never wanted to lie," he said quietly, but his face grew slightly more resolute. "But it was the only way that I could survive. Uther would have executed me simply for existing."
Arthur stepped forward and got in Merlin's face. "And me?" the king demanded. Merlin stared unflinchingly back at him, his confidence growing now that he was not shackled to a wall. The servant kept his mouth shut. "You should have given me the opportunity to show you that I could have done differently." There was a sadness that suddenly appeared in Arthur's eyes that Merlin simply identified with the pain of having yet another friend show signs of deception. But to Arthur, it was more than that. Despite everything they had been through, Merlin still feared that Arthur would have killed him. Somehow that hurt almost as much as the lie.
Arthur turned and continued his march down the deserted hallway, leading into a part of the castle that Merlin could only remember having visited once or twice. After a few moments, Merlin sighed. "Where are we going, Arthur?"
"I spoke with Guinevere, Gwaine, Leon, Percival, and Elyan this morning. We are going to meet them," said Arthur.
"Why?" Merlin asked.
"You are going to tell them who you are."
Merlin stopped dead in his tracks. Arthur picked up on it after a few steps. "I'm what?"
Arthur turned and fixed him with an authoritative stare. "I will keep your secret, but I have one condition." He pointed behind him at a set of old wooden doors at the end of the hall. "I will not keep such a secret from my wife nor from my closest knights. I've told them what I knew before I found out. But the actual admission needs to come from you."
Merlin's heartbeat thudded in his ears, and he could tell that Arthur could see his breathing become much quicker. The warlock's stomach churned violently and he leaned on a windowsill to steady himself. "You want me to...?" He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
Arthur took a few more steps toward his servant. "I've worked these past months to open my mind to the possibility that magic is only as evil as its wielder. I've had to in order to prepare to extend the hand of friendship to the druids. Just a few months is not nearly enough time to overcome a lifetime of hate, but I was getting close." He took one more step and he was in Merlin's face. "You will do them a courtesy that you didn't give me," he growled.
He didn't give Merlin any time to think it over and headed to the doors to push them open. The room was no larger than the king's chambers, but lacked all furniture save for two chairs occupying the center. Gwaine reclined slightly in one while Guinevere sat in the other. Leon stood leaning against a wall and Elyan was staring out the window (in boredom, Merlin would have to guess judging by the slump of his shoulders). Percival was sitting off to one side, leaning against a wall and running a sharpening stone along the edge of his sword. It seemed he was the only one who had brought something to do. The group all looked up when Arthur barged in, followed by a shaky-looking Merlin. The room was lit by several torches and Arthur turned to push the doors closed behind them.
"Merlin!" cried Gwaine happily, sitting up straighter in his chair. "Haven't seen you in a few days, where you been?"
Merlin opened his mouth and was startled how quickly the lie 'just busy' flew to his lips. But he stopped it leaving his mouth as he got a knowing look from Arthur. He sighed. "I was in the dungeons."
Gwaine rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Arthur," he groaned. "I don't think it's even necessary half the time you do that."
Arthur said nothing but gave a nod to Merlin. The warlock felt oddly humiliated, standing in front of his closest friends and being forced to give up his largest secret. That secret had always protected him, swaddling him like a comfortable set of clothes. What would his friends think of him? Arthur cleared his throat loudly to stir Merlin into action.
"Merlin has something he wants to share with you," prompted Arthur.
"I really don't," muttered Merlin. He could see Arthur's point, though. These people were the ones they shared their lives with. Arthur had been hurt badly by the revelation, and only more so because he had to find out on his own. Merlin owed it to his friends to not let them find out that way too. He had spent his years in Camelot lying to keep himself alive. I was too much to ask Arthur to suddenly do the same thing. He thought for a moment, but the words simply wouldn't come. He decided to stick with something comfortable; magic. He waved his hand across the torches in the room.
"Hoppaþ nu swilce swá lieg fleogan.(1)"
His eyes flared gold and he could feel them tense. The flames from the torches lifted away from their wooden fuel and began to dance in a small circle above the group's heads. Leon's hand brushed instinctively to his sword. Elyan stepped away from the window and Percival jumped to his feet. The larger man was staring at the flames with wonder, but Elyan's eyes narrowed as he stared at Merlin.
"Sorcerer," he grumbled.
One of the flames danced down to Merlin and he swirled it around his fingers. "The druids call me Emrys," he stated. The room tensed again, their king having explained the name earlier. Several pairs of eyes turned to Arthur, who nodded in confirmation. Merlin gave a wry laugh. "That name's been so annoying lately." He spread his fingers and the flames danced back to their torches.
Leon looked to Arthur, as though expecting to receive orders, but the king's posture was rather relaxed, staring intensely at the warlock. Leon felt himself relax reflexively and looked back to Merlin. "All these years," he muttered, thinking back to when he first noticed the bumbling servant that seemed to trail Arthur's heels at all times.
Gwaine leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. "I suppose I can't say I'm surprised." Merlin smiled a little. His tone was even; not filled with fear. His eyes held trepidation, but the panic he had feared he would see was absent. "There's always been something odd about you."
Gwen motioned to Merlin. "But you've spoken out against sorcery before!"
Merlin shrugged. "It wasn't time yet." He paused and looked to his twiddling fingers. "And I was afraid."
Percival leaned back against the wall again and crossed his arms over his chest. "You lived in fear for so long," he said with a little bit of awe in his voice.
Elyan straightened as Leon did when Arthur made no move against Merlin. "Did you not trust your friends with your secret?"
Merlin shook his head. "It wasn't that. I didn't want to put any of you in a position where you would have to choose between the law and me."
Arthur's eyebrows knitted together. "He didn't trust that I would be fair to him," he said angrily.
Merlin's posture became more firm and he once again met Arthur's eyes with confidence. "So many times you've expressed your hatred and fear of magic. And even if I hadn't been afraid for my life..." He became more quiet, and the confidence vanished to be replaced by something that reminded Arthur of a frightened child. His glare softened. "Sometimes I scare myself," Merlin continued, "with the things that I can do. The last thing I want is for my friends to fear me."
Silence followed until Gwaine leaned forward a little more in his chair, a mischievous smile playing at his mouth. "Scared of you, huh?" He paused, considered his words and then said, "Scare me." The others gave him varying looks of surprise.
Merlin's eyes widened at him. "What? No."
Gwaine's smile disappeared and he stared at him. "Merlin, do it."
Merlin laughed weakly. "I don't think you know what it is you're asking of me, Gwaine. You want me to prove I'm nothing more than the magical creatures that we've fought over the years?"
Gwaine shook his head. "No. I want to prove that you won't harm us." There was a little bit of nervous shuffling among the knights, but none of them raised an objection. They did, however, grip their sword hilts rather tightly.
The warlock sat there, stunned and with his mouth hanging open. They still trusted him that much? Just as Arthur had given him the opportunity to demonstrate his intentions, they were now offering him a chance to display his true self. He took a deep breath and began to speak. His voice was low and rumbling and he squatted down on his haunches as he spoke.
"Ic þe bebiede þæt þu abifest nu!(2)"
He slammed one of his hands onto the stone floor and Guinevere screamed as the floor began to shake violently. The knights all wavered back and forth, attempting to remain upright. Several stares of shock were sent at him, but Merlin decided it wasn't enough yet. He stretched out his arm toward the window, his fingers spread.
"Áberstan!(3)"
Elyan jumped as the window behind him shattered as though something had leaped from within the room out to the ground below. Merlin held his hand outstretched.
"Ic her aciege ænne windræs! Færblæd wawe!"He lowered his hands and now shouted at the air above them, "Windræs ungetermed: gehiere!(4)" His eyes flashed a vibrant golden.
A blast of wind swept into the chamber and swirled around the group. Leon hit the ground first, bracing himself against the floor and looking around to get a better view of what was happening. Arthur dropped himself, squatting in a readied position and placing his hands on the ground at his sides. Gwaine and Gwen managed to hold onto their chairs and remain upright until Elyan stumbled into Gwaine and they both tumbled to the ground. Percival braced himself against the wall and looked around with that same look of wonder in his eyes.
Merlin's eyes flashed one more time, and the knights began to scramble a little when their swords slid out of their scabbards and floated toward Merlin. Within moments, all five blades were hovering at Merlin's sides, pointed at their owners. It was a cacophony of power. There was magic all around them, and Arthur stared up at his idiotic servant. Somewhere far in the back of his mind, he admitted he understood why Merlin was Emrys.
With a flick of Merlin's hands, the shaking beneath their feet halted, and the wind died down. Each sword was turned blade down and the hilts were offered to their owners. Each took their sword, gained their feet again, and slid the swords back into their scabbards. Guinevere's hair had been wildly mussed and she began picking her way through the strands, attempting to clear them away from her face.
Gwaine righted the chair that Elyan had bowled over and plopped into the seat. "Well that was properly terrifying," he admitted.
"You could have broken out of the cells," realized Leon. He looked to Arthur. "You stayed in there for three days." He looked back to Merlin. "Why would you do that?"
Merlin looked down at where the shackles had irritated his skin, leaving a strap of blisters around his wrists. "From where I stand, protecting this kingdom is the only reason I have this magic." He looked back to the group. "I am loyal to the king. If he had sentenced me to death I would have gone willingly."
"But why?" asked Elyan, leaning forward in her chair. "Why would you protect a kingdom that hates people like you?"
Merlin smirked and shrugged. "For the same reason you do."
There was something about the lack of hostility in the room that sent Merlin's heart soaring. It wasn't perfect, but they weren't clamoring over one another to be the first to chop his head off.
He looked to Arthur. The man was desperately trying to keep the look of awe on his face suppressed by one of anger. He wasn't doing too good a job, but his voice was low and a more than a little accusatory when he asked, "Anything else you need to share with us Merlin? Anything we should know?" His intense stare was enough to warn Merlin off lying to him again. However much he didn't want to go into anymore of the details of his magic, Merlin could hardly lie again after everything Arthur had not done.
"Yeah!" urged Gwaine, his smile turning goofy. "Like how many times the princess has taken credit for something you've done." He jabbed his thumb at Arthur, who responded with a smack on the back of the knight's head.
Merlin giggled at them, but he thought about the question seriously. There was one more thing he could think of to tell them, and the elation in his heart soon dropped to anxiety in his stomach. He looked at them as they began to chatter among themselves about holes in their battles over the years.
"Arthur, you've never found it strange that after almost ten years of going into battle un-armored and un-armed, Merlin has never been seriously injured?" asked Gwaine with a chuckle.
"What about the time last year when that horseman caught him across the chest?" defended Arthur.
"Okay..." Gwaine paused to think. "Nine years, then."
"And the time when he was poisoned?" continued Arthur.
"He could hardly have defended himself against that," countered Gwen.
"And I don't suppose you noticed the number of times that enemies drop their weapons for no reason when we're in a bind, Gwaine?" Percvial asked, punching Gwaine in the shoulder lightly.
"Or go flying off their horses," muttered Leon.
"Don't look a gift-horse in the mouth." Arthur shrugged.
Was you that healed my father when he was sick?" asked Gwen.
"Balinor was my father," blurted Merlin, easily heard over the chatter. The room quieted and Arthur's face tightened at the name. There were general looks of confusion around the room.
"Balinor...?" asked Arthur, the anger back in his blue eyes.
Merlin nodded, but he seemed to be actively trying not to appear embarrassed or sheepish. He was proud of his lineage.
"Balinor, the dragonlord?" continued Arthur. This drew many stares back to the thin warlock. "You're a dragonlord?" he asked steadily.
Merlin nodded. "When he was killed, his power passed to me."
Something passed through Arthur's mind and he seemed suddenly less angry, his eyes blanketed instead with shock and sympathy. He had told the man that no one was worth his tears. Like Arthur, Merlin had watched his father die. Another thought occurred to Arthur and the anger and annoyance returned.
"I didn't kill the great dragon, did I?" It wasn't much of a question.
Merlin pursed his lips and chewed on them a little before shaking his head. "No."
"You killed the great dragon," he assumed, waving a hand at him and sighing.
Merlin paused for longer this time, thinking carefully about his answer. In the end, he simply said, "No," and let out a long breath.
Arthur's eyes grew wide. "It's still alive?!" he demanded. Merlin wasn't sure if he looked shocked or enraged. Arthur was having difficulty deciding the same thing. The great dragon obviously had been stopped in its attack on Camelot and hadn't returned since, but, "After what it did, how could you let it live, Merlin?"
Merlin's eyebrows came to a point and he glared at Arthur. "I am the last dragonlord, Arthur. I will not be responsible for the death of the breed; specifically when his death was not necessary."
"How was it not necessary?" asked Leon, his face growing angry as well. He had been in that gruesome fight. He watched many knights burn to death in the dragon's fire.
"When a dragonlord gives a command, a dragon cannot refuse it; he must obey," answered Merlin. His eyes were serious and dark. Arthur barely recognized them.
Breaking the tension, Gwaine chuckled and smacked Arthur on the arm. "You were sitting there with your shield and sword and all Merlin had to do was scold it."
Leon took a few steps forward that made Merlin retreat a little. "Why did you not stop the dragon before it killed six of our knights?" he demanded angrily.
Merlin shook his head. "I had never commanded a dragon before. My father had only just died, and I didn't even know if I had inherited the talent." He inclined his head toward the knight. "I'm so sorry, Leon."
Leon didn't seem overtly soothed, but he turned and sighed, rejoining Arthur.
"Wait." Arthur held out a hand. "What about the dragon egg."
Merlin pursed his lips again and finally said, "Her name is Aithusa?" It was nearly a question, as though asking whether or not he was going to be in trouble for this. From the look in the king's eyes, he most certainly was.
Arthur opened his mouth to speak, but the doors behind Merlin suddenly opened, and the startled warlock wound up on his backside, staring up at the guard who walked in. "Sire, the two druids wish to speak with you in the council chambers. It appears that they have received word from their tribe."
Arthur nodded. "Very well. I will meet them immediately." He waved and the guard vanished. "Well, I'll leave you lot to ask questions and get acquainted with Merlin's secrets. Lord knows it took me three days to come to terms with the very idea that someone as idiotic as Merlin is a sorcerer."
As Arthur passed him, Merlin grabbed his arm. "Sire, I'll come with you."
Arthur chuckled. "Afraid to be left alone to the scrutiny?" He went to take another step, but Merlin's hold on his arm tightened.
"Arthur, remember when I told you that I had a bad feeling about the druids?" Arthur paused and nodded. "That feeling was based in magic. Please let me come with you."It suddenly occurred to him; how many times had Merlin warned Arthur about coming danger, but could only say so much? How many times had he been ignored?
Arthur looked to his knights and his wife, then shrugged and headed down the hall, Merlin trailing after him.
~ooOoo~
Arthur strode into the council chambers. It was deserted save for Morven and Edlyn who stood before the long table that took up most of the room. They bowed as Arthur approached and Merlin took his place off to the side. Morven was wringing a small scroll in his hands and Merlin shifted anxiously. Something had happened and he didn't figure it was too good.
Morven's eyes caught Merlin's. There was a weight to them; a mixture of sadness and guilt that made the butterflies in Merlin's stomach become mildly more violent. In contrast, Edlyn stood slightly behind her brother with a beaming smile on her face. She was so happy it unnerved Merlin a little. Arthur stood at the front of the room and smiled at the druids. Merlin's earlier warnings seemed to have little effect on the king's attitude toward the brother and sister. "Morven, Edlyn, what can I do for you?"
Morven stepped forward and indicated the scroll, the sadness in his eyes replaced with a forced excitement. "We sent word to our tribe speaking of your hospitality, and they wish for me to deliver a message on their behalf."
Arthur looked cautiously hopeful and to Merlin's surprise, he glanced to the servant. Merlin nodded at the king and kept his magic at the ready and his eyes on Morven. The scroll didn't seem inherently dangerous. Arthur waved at Morven to begin.
"Your majesty, King Arthur Pendragon, we bring you greetings from the druid tribe of Wylt. For twenty years the druids have warred with Camelot. Many tribes have been wiped out." Arthur gulped quietly and Merlin's heartbeat quickened. "But peace between our peoples is impossible unless an offer of trust is presented by one of us. Therefore, we extend our hand to the Pendragon name." Morven paused and looked at Merlin. For the briefest of moments, Merlin saw something that he could barely identify as the desire to not read any further. Once the moment had passed, Morven took a breath and continued.
"The path to peace is a long one. It is not to be undertaken lightly, nor is it to be undertaken with bad company. We proclaim now that the tribe of Wylt will forever shun the name of Arthur Pendragon!"
Arthur paused. "What?"
Arthur looked up as the large wooden doors to the chambers slammed shut. They could hear the guards outside shouting and attempting to open them from the other side. Merlin looked to Morven and then to Arthur, but something drew his attention; where was Edlyn?
Two thin arms appeared around his torso, one fist pressed against his chest, just below his collarbone.
"Long live Morgana Pendragon," Edlyn breathed into his ear. "Liffæstan carr!(5)"
Merlin stood frozen for a moment and he glanced down as her hand pulled away from his chest. A light began to shine and heat was quickly gathering where her fist had been placed. Attached directly to his skin was the sparkling red stone that had once decorated Morven's cape.
Merlin screamed.
His limbs locked in pain. It shot through his body as though fire had replaced the blood in his veins. He collapsed in on himself, barely noticing the hard impact of his knees on the stone floor. He took a breath and screamed again.
"Merlin!" Arthur took a step toward the servant but was stopped by the point of a knife held by Edlyn.
Her smile had vanished and her eyes were now filled with a hatred that Arthur had to admit frightened him. "You can never pay enough," she growled through gritted teeth. "Cyning ábréotan!(6)" Her eyes flashed golden and the knife shot from her hand and toward the king. Before it got more than a few feet away from her, however, the knife suddenly disintegrated into harmless sand. Edlyn whipped her head around to look at Merlin. He remained crumpled on his knees, but one arm was held out at her. The other held a white-knuckled grip on the stone that remained at his chest.
Edlyn turned to him and smiled. "It seems we underestimated the great Emrys." She aimed a hand at him. "Hlaep on bæc!(7)"
Merlin kept his arm outstretched and Arthur could faintly make out the force of Edlyn's spell dissipate against a blue shield. The king wasted no more time. He drew his sword and charged at the druid. He was intercepted halfway there by a large form slamming into his side and pinning him beneath it. Morven was a large man and quickly maneuvered his limbs to control the struggling monarch. Arthur shouted, but Edlyn didn't even turn to him. He looked to Merlin. Even in his kneeling position, he looked like he could barely hold himself upright. His arm dropped back to his side and he panted a little as though simply holding it out had exhausted him. There was sweat beading all over his face and his eyes swam in and out of focus.
Edlyn took a few steps toward Merlin, still smiling. "The mighty Emrys brought to his knees." She laughed quietly. Her smile suddenly vanished. "You will protect the tyrant no longer!" she cried, drawing out another knife. Merlin's arm shot up again and Edlyn paused in what Arthur could only guess was fear.
"Áberstan!"
The window behind Edlyn shattered and she chuckled. "Is that all you can muster, Emrys?" she mocked. She raised the knife again.
A beige blur shot in through the broken window with an ear-piercing screech. Frio descended on Edlyn in an instant, her talons tangling in her raven hair and digging at her scalp. Edlyn screamed and began her thrashing. The bird then swung her head down and began to peck mercilessly against Edlyn' face. The druid shrieked in pain and began waving her arms, attempting to catch the flailing bird.
With Morven distracted by his sister's plight, Arthur managed to kick the large druid off of him. He dashed to his servant's side and looked him over. Merlin still hadn't budged from his place on the floor. His eyes were glossed with pain and fixed on Edlyn. Arthur looked up to the struggle as Morven clicked and chirped at Frio, attempting to calm her down, though this seemed to have no effect. Blood was running down the right side of Edlyn's face in currents to the point that it was obscuring what damage was being done.
Finally, Edlyn managed to grab one of Frio's wildly flapping wings and yanked the bird down, Frio's talons still gripping hair and pieces of skin. Merlin winced as he heard a sickening crack as she did. Frio screeched and Edlyn threw her away before striking her hand out toward her.
"Cursed beast!" Edlyn screeched. Her face was badly mutilated, though it was difficult to see past the copious amounts of blood that continued to run down her face and stain both her clothes and the floor. "Hlaep on bæc!"
Frio shot across the hall, her large body slamming into the far wall and crumbling into a heap. Had it not been for the small whimpers he hear, Merlin would have feared her dead.
"Frio!" His power surged angrily and he felt so heavy he had not the strength to stop it from lashing out. He looked at Edlyn. "Gegegnian þerscelflór hafela hægtesse!(8)"
Edlyn's head drooped and shot to the ground as though it had been thrown. Blood splattered at the impact and then began to pool beneath her. Morven was at her side, attempting to wake her when the large doors at the end of the hall finally burst open and no fewer than fifteen guards spilled into the hall.
Merlin's body leaned to one side and he would have hit the floor had Arthur not knelt and supported him. He pulled the warlock's free arm across his shoulders and stood, feeling the servant go slightly limp. Arthur was carrying most of his weight. Merlin's face was still covered in sweat and his eyes were distant and unfocused. His breath came in shallow gasps and one of his hands remained clutched at his chest.
The guards surrounded the druids, swords drawn. Morven was crouched protectively over his sister, but his eyes held little hostility or resistance.
Arthur pointed at them. "They are to be arrested and put in separate cells," he commanded. He handed Merlin over to a few guards. "Take him to Gaius as fast as you can." He pulled another guard aside and pointed at Edlyn. "Bandage her up as best you can." He glared at her. "I need her alive for questioning."
Once the guards had set about their duties, Arthur dashed to the front of the room where Frio had fallen. She lie on her back, her breathing labored. One of her wings was clutched to her side, but the other was extended and bent in an odd direction at one of the joints. She looked to him and Arthur could almost see the pain in her eyes. As gently as he could, he scooped the creature into his arms and began to follow the hustling guards to Gaius' quarters.
1: Dance now just as flames with wings. From the episode Lady of the Lake
2: I command you to be shaken! From the episode Another's Sorrow
3: Break!
4: Here I summon a storm of wind! Sudden blast of wind blow! You, strong and unstoppable storm of wind, obey! From the episode Servant of Two Masters
5: Come to life stone!
6: Kill the king!
7: Leap on your back! This is used by Morgana many times in the series
8: The witch's head meets the floor! (Lol I like that one)
Whew! Lots of translations. Lots of magic. :3 I hope you enjoyed! All of the translations of the spells from the series are gotten from the Merlin wiki. The ones I made up myself, I'm sorry once again if I butchered it. lol