In the Hands of the Cold Future Chapter 10: William's soul, a merlin fanfic

Chapter X: William's soul.

Arthur didn't sleep that night, either; he waited tossing and turning on his bed, trying to figure out why his father didn't let him face the Black Knight, who the Black Knight was and why Merlin of all people would not tell him anything. When his manservant whose name rhymed with Merlin got into the room to get him on his feet to begin the day arrived, he remembered that Morgana might know all the answers he was searching for. It was worth the shot.

"Go-good morning, Your Royal Highness."

"Good Morning, you-who-are-no-Merlin." Arthur thought bitter. The Merlin business still was like sting in his mind, who Merlin thought he was to deny the Crown Prince of Camelot? Not only that, no; he also had the nerve to let him with this wimp that would normally cry and run to the same idiot to rattle him out. "Good Morning~"

"Alvin…" The servant offered resigned; in Arthur head the sound of the servant's name was muffled.

"Right, Melvyn."

"Yes Your Highness." The servant would take Sir Lancelot's word and pretend the Prince had a very good (in his mind) reason for not get his name right, besides… if he wasn't the Crown Prince's servant he would have never get close enough to his hero, Sir Lancelot or get to talk so often with Merlin whom was who he wanted to be when he grew up. "Aren't you going to have your breakfast, your highness?" The servant asked Arthur meekly after he was ready.

"No, I shall be eating with the Lady Morgana this morning, go to the kitchens and pretend to be useful… come back to me at middle day to get me ready for the drill with the knights."

"Yes Your Highness." With a respectful bow he turned back and went away.

Morgana was dressed lightly but she was out of her night gown, Gwen was already there getting everything ready for breakfast when he got in to the room.

"Well, this is most certainty a surprise. What can this lowly woman do for the Crown Prince of Camelot today?"

"You, Morgana; pass too much time around Merlin." Morgana just smirked; it was not intended as a compliment. Obviously the two brunets would consider that as such.

"Have you even had breakfast yet, Arthur?"

"No."

"Then take a seat. Gwen, would you be so kind and put another dish for our Crown Prince here?"

"It would be a pleasure, My Lady." She smiled at the Seer, kindly.

"Speak your pace, Arthur… what is lurking in that mind of yours?" Morgana went straight to the point, as always; putting her embroidered napkin in her lap.

"Who was the Black Knight, Morgana?" The piercing green eyes of his sister looked at him.

"It was a wraith… I'm pretty sure Merlin explained to you what it was at some point."

"I'm not asking you 'what' it was, Morgana… I'm asking who…" The ward arched an eyebrow. "Are you being purposely dense, Morgana?" Gwen wanted to shrink and be a microbe.

"What is really all this about, Arthur? Gwen, don't you dare to go, you stay right where you are. Is this because you are sulking, because Uther drugged you so you wouldn't die?"

"Why all of you are so sure that I was going to die! My father beat him, didn't he?!" Yes… Morgana thought, Uther beat him with a magical sword made with magical dragon breath, or we would be crowning you King, right now. Not that she was going to voice her thoughts out loud.

"You were going to die Arthur! You were going to die the same way Sophia killed you before Merlin miraculously brought you back to life, I was there; you were not breathing. Why can't you just let it go?!"

"Have you and Merlin been practicing the SAME FUCKING SPEECH, MORGANA?!"

"It-it was the-the wraith of Tristan Du-Dubois, My Lord." Gwen, sweet Gwen was the one confessing him after all.

"Tristan Dubois? My mother's brother?" Morgana looked at Gwen full with reproach.

"I will take any punishment you deem fit for my disobedience, My Lady…" The maid accepted humbly, after Arthur strolled out of the room; having another existential crisis.

"Don't be stupid, Gwen." The maid flinched because of his Lady's harsh tone. "But don't dare to think you know Arthur better than myself. I wasn't doing this to hurt him or to get one ahead of our petty bickering; I was doing this to protect him from an unnecessary crisis." Morgana was never the one to think servants were below her; but in moments like this she could comprehend Uther perfectly. She cleaned her lips with the napkin and stood up from the chair regally, she needed to warn Merlin, so he could do some damage control; she would only make the situation worse, so she needed to bring in the big guns.

"How is Arthur?" Morgana asked Merlin a few days later while walking the castle halls.

"Well, he took it better than I had expected… I'm somewhat relieved that Arthur knows, actually… except for the part where he was stupid enough to confront the truth with his father and now he is being a monster, of course." The warlock opened his mouth to say something else, when a presence in the castle made him stop. Somebody with faints traces of his magic and his father's was in the castle, and who could that person be if not his mother? "Morgana, we will talk later, I need to do something, urgently. I'm sorry… see you later." And with that he threw himself to stairs and followed his mother's presence.

"Mother, what are you doing here?" Merlin asked stopping her quick walking.

"Merlin! Oh my sweet Merlin…" The warlock cleared his throat when his mother threw at him and hugged the lights off him. He just prayed that nobody would see this or no one would let him live this one down, ever.

"Mother, I'm glad to see you too, but… Oh My God! What happened to you?" The idiot that dared to touch his mother was a dead man walking.

"I need to speak with the King, Merlin."

"What? No, no, no, no, no…" Merlin spoke in a run-up. "You don't need to speak with the King… speak with the King is a very much bad idea. You need to come with me so we can clean your wounds and…"

"Please, honey… I need to speak with the King! Bandits, Merlin!" Ah~ wasn't that the time when Will died? He grimaced, feeling bleak inside; he always tried to think a little as possible about how he lost his best friend ever to Arthur and that he took the blame for his magic. "Bandits are attacking our village and Cenred doesn't care!" Good blessed his mother's ingenuity.

"Yes, well, you think Cenred is a bad King? You have yet to presence Uther's despotism and apathy with his subjects, he just will tell you, Ealdor it's not his responsibility and that he doesn't have the time to call any forces to protect a wasteland like Ealdor. Listen to me, mother, please." He begged and with that look, Hunith relented; allowing his son to take her to his room.

The door of the Court Physician's room was knocked three times and then a brunet head appeared.

"Merlin… oh… sorry, I didn't know you were with a patient, I can come back later."

"Nah, you are always welcome here, Morgana." He made him know and returning his head to his mother's wound. "She is my mother, Hunith."

"Gods! What happened to her?" The Princess cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, I'm Morgana Lefay… I'm Merlin's friend."

"It's pleasure to meet you, Lady Morgana…" Hunith greeted the Seer, with a warm smiled in her pleasing face. "I'm Hunith, I'm Merlin's Mother."

"Same here, Mrs Hunith."

"Just Hunith, My Lady. I feel old when people call me Mrs"

"Of course, Hunith, please, call me Morgana."

"There is tea in the kettle, Morgana; if you want."

"Chamomile?"

"And dark leaves." Merlin interjected.

"Nothing better for frayed nerves and an upset stomach." Merlin winked at Morgana whom smirked.

When Morgana was taking her second cup, Leon and Lancelot appeared at his door.

"Merlin! Please! Have mercy and hide us!" Lancelot begged distressed. Leon had the same face but didn't say a word.

"That bad, huh…" Morgana snorted, calling the attention of the knights.

"Lady Morgana." Leon greeted, frazzled.

"I'm not going to have thirteen or more knights in the room, am I?"

"Well, we all scattered when The Menace appeared. I just dragged Leon here, because he just looked like a deer caught by the hunters!" Leon was feeling like go and sulk in a corner.

"I see… you can stay here and escape from my window if needed."

"Merlin, we don't deserve you…" Leon said in the brink of tears. Hunith was very surprised. Merlin was friends, good friends with knights and princesses; she didn't know if that was good or bad.

"It's ok, after all; it is partially my fault that His Royal Menace is being a Monster." Merlin admitted shrugging.

"I'll help too… it was also my fault."

"Actually, it was Guinevere's fault." The Warlock emended, finding the poultice he was going to use on his mother.

"Right… we are going to help, anyway…" Morgana reassured the poor abused knights.

Somebody knocked the door again and the knights who were just beginning to calm down, despaired again. Merlin stopped to tend his mother and opened the door. For the knocking and the lack of blurting into the room without waiting for an answer it was a servant outside the door.

"Alvin?" The servant was crying, hipping and dripping. "What is it?"

"His Royal Highness is being horrible, Merlin… snif, snif. He accused me of being a good for nothing and called me Aldo." Emrys had to do his best to understand the wails of the poor servant.

"Right, another victim of Arthur's temper tantrum… come in, let me get you a cup of tea and make more tea so we can get Leon to calm down a little."

"Aldo? That's a new one…" Lance mumbled, frowning. "Are you really ok, Alvin?" The sobbing servant nodded.

"That's very kind of you sir Lancelot, to worry about me."

"Can't you do something?" The future first knight asked Merlin meekly.

"And take that burn? I don't think so. I love you guys and I will grant you refuge when you need it, but that's about everything I can do."

"Well, you are as good as new; just don't force yourself to much."

"Sweet Mother, we didn't even pay attention that you were with a patient. I'm very sorry, ma'am." Leon said very mortified.

"Oh, I didn't introduce you. Lancelot, Leon, Alvin… she is the person I love the most in this world."

"Isn't she a bit old for you? No that you are old, Mrs… It's just that, well, Merlin is just a kid." Merlin hit Lance with a stick he had in his hand to shut him up. He was getting Gwen's anxious speech.

"She is my mother, you idiot!"

"OH MY GOD! Me and my mouth." He hit his forehead. "I am so very, very sorry?"

"MERLIN! I KNOW YOU ARE HARBORING MY ESCAPEES KNIGHTS! GIVE THEM BACK!" Everyone jumped when Arthur entered the room in fury.

"As usual Arthur, I don't know what are you talking about." He made him now, as calmed and restrained as possible that only made Arthur angrier. "Please, this is a room of healing; you are going to upset it…"

"You. I knew I would find you here!" Leon shrieked and Lance gasped when the Prince found them trying to get out by the window.

"Throw me, Leon, throw me! I'll live!"

Morgana smirked when she saw Merlin having a tic in his lower lid. Arthur had picked a wooden stick and was chasing the knights all around the room while Alvin cried distressed and scared.

"ENOUGH! GET OUT! ALL OF YOU!" He threw them out of the room and if he used magic to do so, he didn't care. "I can't believe this! How old are they, five?" Merlin was fuming.

"Well, I'm pretty sure Arthur will have more room to chase his knight with a wooden stick. I just hope this incident doesn't get to Uther's ears." Morgana cleared her throat regally.

"Unlikely, Uther is so mad at Arthur that he doesn't even want his name pronounced around him."

"I have never seen Uther so mad at Arthur, before."

"Oh, you just wait Morgana; you have seen nothing of Uther's madness, just yet." The Warlock prophesized with his face blank.

"I'll take your word for it. I will go now. It was a real pleasure to meet you, Hunith. Anything you need, just tell me… until later, Merlin." The Ward curtsied and left the room.

"When I finish with my mother, I'll see to sooth Arthur before there is not knight left."

"You do that, Merlin. I always live hoping you had the same gift with Uther."

"Morgana."

Merlin put his mother to bed, enchanting the poor battered woman with a spell that would allow her to sleep if the body needed it, which, obviously did. He just took a seat in a corner of the bed and caressed his mother's face. He put his hands in his lap and closed his eyes trying to find the less catastrophic solution to this issue. He didn't find any plausible solution and passed all his night tossing and turning in a makeshift bed, vigilant that his mother condition wouldn't worsen through the night.

When he woke up, he stretched disoriented, he yawned and decided that he needed a few hours more of undisturbed sleep, after passing all night wracking his head with no avail; but before that he turned to see his bed, which was currently empty. Hi sighed frustrated and ran to save his mother from the humiliation of talking with the king.

He found his mother exactly the same time when the King was spitting to his mother's face that he didn't give a damn about Ealdor, he took his mother from her arms, ignoring Arthur and apologizing in a very hypocrite way he take her away.

"Mother, what were you thinking?" Merlin did his best to not hiss.

"I… he said exactly what you said…"

"I know… I'm sorry." He apologized not knowing what else to do.

"What I'm going to do, Merlin? Did I come all this way for nothing?"

"I can come and scare them…" Hunith face was stricken with panic. "I wouldn't be looking like me!" He defended himself. "I can change my appearance, you know? Easy-peasy… I would go there and tell them that Ealdor it's protected by a sorcerer (namely me) and believe me those men are nothing but cowards."

"Too dangerous, Merlin; if this incident reaches the King's ear…"

"It's none of his business, Ealdor are not his lands; he said so himself or… I could kill them all… that would warn everyone to never come back." Merlin offered with his eyes flashing gold and a mad cackle on his lips.

"Merlin… I have taught you nothing? Kill them? Are if they were nothing but cattle?" His mother heart was too big, sometimes it made him feel like horrible person… especially nowadays…

"So what? They are murderers, rapists and thieves… it's not like anybody will miss them. Mother…" He pleaded softly, taking one of her hands and taking his left to her temple. "You cannot fight this type of violence, giving the other cheek. They will never let you live."

"I cannot let you become a murderer for my sake, or anybody's, my dear son." Hunith hugged his only son, born of her eternal love for Balinor, whom always was present in her mind, wondering every day if the King had reached the last of the Dragonlord yet.

Merlin kept silence like the wise man he knew he was. Kill bandits? Not a very high sin at his eyes.

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"I will be returning home, Merlin…"

"Then let me come with you." He put two fingers in her lips to halt her litany. "If you will not let me protect the village where I was born, at least let me protect you and you alone. I will return to Camelot, I give you my word; I know you think this is the place where I belong, but you can't really know…"

Morgana and Gwen were hiding, spying Merlin; growing more concerned by the minute. The women looked each other.

"Should we call Arthur?"

"What can Arthur do? You have seen how useless he is in these situations."

"I will be fine, Merlin… until next time, my little wizard." She whispered softly in his ear. Merlin felt impotency burning in his chest.

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"What are you doing, Merlin?" Gaius inquired when he arrived to the Court Physician's room; he had spoken with Hunith for a while before she went away and she had asked to watch for her little son. He had the feeling he wasn't doing a very good job at it.

"I'm going to do what nobody wants to. But that's ok… I'm used to it…"

"And that is…?"

"I have ascribed to a new policy, Gaius: Ask me no questions and I shall tell you no lies." The Sorcerer told his mentor deadpanned. "I will return after I have sorted this thing out. I would ask you for luck, but never mind…"

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Merlin called for Nightingale (that was how he had named his mare in the past timeline) and in no time the regal beast appeared in front of him. He greeted her, patting her face and speaking to her in the draconic language. She neighed and huffed and Merlin just nodded, having a very clear idea what she was telling him. When he started to mount the mare: Morgana, Gwen and Lancelot appeared with their own horses. He cursed every god he knew up to that moment.

"Do I have to ask?" He decided to say, resigned.

"I know what you are going to do, Merlin." Morgana spoke gloomy. "I'm not here to judge you, but to ensure that those bastards get what they deserve."

"I know My Lady too well, so I asked Lance to accompany us." Meaning: we kidnapped the knight, probably not against his will, but kidnaped him nonetheless "He had some leave on… he said yes, he didn't even let me finish when he heard it was for you."

"I don't need to say other word." Was the only thing Lancelot said, but he understood; it wasn't his intention when he made Lancelot knighting happened, but he knew that Lancelot would follow him to the end of the Earth.

"Do you know that I am going to break like three laws or more, don't you?"

"You have broken the laws for us before this Merlin. Don't be stubborn and let us help you, I for once I'm not scared to get my hands dirty if I can get rid of this vermin who attack people who cannot defend themselves and you know I will do it."

"Fine, you don't need to hogtie me. You need to disguise yourself as a man, Morgana; the King will search for you and I would rather no to have to do anything to knights…"

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"How long until Ealdor?" Gwen asked for curiosity's sake.

"Not much longer." Merlin replied. Morgana and Lancelot were looking out for bandits or knights. The former was dressed with one set of his clothes and boy if Morgana couldn't pull the man acting up. She had her black boots and between Gwen and herself had picked up her very long hair so it would seem she had it very short. "You are enjoying this a little bit too much, Morgana -call me Morgan- Lefay." The ward only smiled very lewdly at him. Merlin snorted, shaking his head and stroking the fire.

"Don't be a spoilsport, Merlin." That made everyone laugh. Horses heard and every one pulled their swords (staff) and get in offensive position.

Merlin rolled his eyes when he saw the stallion of bloody Arthur Pendragon, too much for being able to fight fucking destiny. What the fucking prat was doing there anyway? He was really sure that Morgana gave the King a very plausible excuse for this travel; they ended dressing her up because one could never be too careful.

"There is nothing in this world that would let me convince you to return to Camelot, isn't there?"

"You know us so well, Arthur." Merlin snorted amused.

"You told the King, my Father; your Guardian that you were going to some thermals and there I was thinking: Father, how can you be SO blind…? So I ran after you and where do I find you? Plotting with Merlin, dressed like a man with one of my knights in the middle of nowhere!"

"Well, it is certainly not my fault that the King is so short of sight to believe that I would be so shallow to travel on a whim to some thermals…" Arthur was a nothing of popping a blood vessel.

"Why are you all here?" 'And why in all heavens didn't you have the decency of telling me?' Merlin clearly heard in his mind what Arthur left out.

"Well, you have two choices here: You can drag Morgana by her hair back to Camelot which will cost your balls or join the party…" Merlin proposed smiled friendly. Arthur lower lid was trembling, really visible.

"Is this about what that woman told my father? Why in hell would you care for this woman so bad?" That hurt Merlin more that he would even imagined. Really, could Arthur be so blind that if he didn't tell the bastard she was his mother he would never think there could be a close relation?

"If you have not realized that for yourself, then you are more than a Prat than I thought." And with that, Merlin strolled offended, really offended.

"Why all you looking at me like that?" The Future King barked annoyed. Only Merlin could make him jump from one feeling to another in a whiplash.

"Um~ My Prince?"

"Yes, you traitor? How dare you to run with my sister and her maid like this?" Lancelot cleared his throat.

"He is actually very much kidnapped, my Lord." Guinevere murmured, squirming. Arthur put his best sceptical face and the he hit his forehead with his palm.

"You were saying, Lancelot?" He decided to ignore that fact that Morgana and Gwen had managed to kidnap one of his best knights or the fact that said night was enjoying his kidnapping a little bit too much.

"Shut up, Lancelot. If he is that blind, then he doesn't deserve to know." Of course Morgana would do something like that, the witch.

"Yes, my Lady…"

"I am the Crown Prince of Camelot!"

"Too bad he is right now serving this Master." She told him very smug knowing he was going to pull the 'I'm your master' card. She stood up and went to see how Merlin was.

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"Will, pst~! Will! Wake up!"

"Merlin? Merlin? Holy shit Merlin, what the hell are you doing here? I thought you were in Camelot mingling with the fucking court."

"Hush, Will. Don't be crude…" Merlin scolded his childhood friend. William of course just snorted.

"What are you, my mother?"

"I believe your mother would already be chasing you with a wooden stick." Will looked at the delegation that was following his best friend. Merlin looked behind. "These are my friends: Morgana, Gwen, Lancelot and… ignore the sulking prat." Now it was Morgana's time to snort.

"Why are you and your friends here?"

"Don't be petty Will." The boy just rolled his eyes. "We are here to take care of the bandits."

"I heard from my mother. What a fucking prick the King is…" Arthur flinched. Lancelot and Gwen looked at him with sympathy.

"Yeah, let's not get ourselves hanged, eh? My mother kind of told me to fuck off and don't come back here…" He told in confidence.

"Right, because is SO Hunith to tell somebody to 'fuck off'." William laughed merrily, understanding.

"Well, the point is, we need to stay at your place."

"Why not yours?"

"Well, we are going to help… nobody is going to know it, though."

"Great! More felonies! If I keep this much longer I will have broken every single rule in Camelot…"

"You didn't need to follow us here, Prat." The Warlock spat impatient to the Once and Future King.

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Their incognito mission didn't stay "incognito" for long; in fact… everything became a clusterfuck so fast Merlin's head was still reeling. They tried the diplomatic way with the bandits and in a blink; everything was a war in a miniature scale. Sticks, racks, fire; swords were flying and impacting every place you looked at.

Merlin was certainly that his "mother" (the magical one) and fate (kinda his aunt) hated him so much that they just wanted him broken, or maybe it was just he being broken was easier to manipulate. He just turned around and killed one of the bandits, mercilessly when he saw, what he had seen before. Will was throwing Arthur out of the way and an arrow pierced his body.

Emrys magic flared out of control.

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Arthur didn't know what was happening. Merlin's childhood friend, the same friend that had made his life miserable for the last few days and that only got worse after he found out he was a Prince and not any prince, but Uther's son, whom everyone seemed to hate; threw him out of balance, when he tried to reproach his irresponsibility; he saw that an arrow had pierced the boy. Everything became even more confusing when thunder and lightning descended and the clouds gathered upon their heads with furious rain prickling their skin.

All the bandits were dead, killed more likely. The lightning struck with certitude and fire consumed all the bodies, it was unnerving to see… those poor bastard couldn't do anything to fight it, it was almost like the work of sorcery, but that place was too close of Camelot for sorcery not to be frown upon.

Merlin was crying and running, he immediately knelt and broke the arrow making William scream deep in pain, he was babbling and promising that everything was going to be alright; he really was not making much sense. William surprised Arthur when he told Merlin not to be such a girl. Did he sound like that every time he told Merlin that? So sap…? Lancelot and Morgana joined merlin to try to help the boy, Arthur was feeling helpless; he was really not much help in these situations, he was not used to being useless. He was the future King, for fuck's sake!

It seemed as if Merlin was able to feel William's soul abandoning his body, which was stupid because nobody could do that. Because he pulled the body with strength that no person of his build could have and ran to a house. He then felt his brain tugging at him to run and stop Merlin, but when he arrived along with Lancelot and Morgana and Gwen the door was closed shut, impossible shut; not even kicking it could open it. The door seemed really feeble at first sight.

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The Dragon was abruptly pulled out from his sleep when he felt something cold and dreary run through his body and take a grip of his old bones. He gasped as he had not done in centuries… roaming his cell, he saw a ghostly creature; a reaper announcing death.

In his mind, Merlin's involuntary connection; began to falter.

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"Merlin! My son! Please! Let us in! I beg you Merlin, don't do anything stupid!" Arthur looked at the woman whom he had seen in his father's court. She was Merlin's mother?

"She is Merlin's mother?" He couldn't believe that nobody deigned to tell him that insignificant detail. What was wrong with them? Did they really think him so cold of heart that if they explained that Merlin's mother came to them for help he would not do something? He would have tried harder to convince his father to help the woman whom was the mother of the person whom had saved his life countless time! Hell, if the King himself would have known that the brunet woman was Merlin's mother asking for help, he would have allowed as a payback for Merlin's services to the crown.

"NOT NOW ARTHUR!" Morgana tried to push her magic against the door, she had been practicing; how hard it could be? (more than Uther gave it credit, that was for sure). But whatever the hell was keeping the door in place was wicked strong.

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Nothing that Merlin did seem to work. He was crying with his forehead on the wound, Will lifeless body lying on the bed. Merlin straightened himself, listening the rain pound furiously the walls of his mother's house, Will's soul was still in his body; so there was one thing he still could do. He put both hand on the wound and promptly everything began to swirl in gold.

The warlock felt his mortal body was not strong enough to pull what he was trying to do. He could feel his life passing by his eyes and it would be gone before he could push enough life force in William's body for it to react. Merlin opened his eyes breathing very laboriously, the pupil was losing its colour and the blue began to fade to white.

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Kilgharrah stood in his four paws and concentrated really hard, trying to break the powerful barriers the High Priest Emrys had placed in his head. He didn't know if what he was going to do would work… if Merlin were just a Dragonlord this would be much easy, but if the kid used his sight and was confident that could use his breath, then it should work. It had to work… the youngling was too important to just give his life for a lost cause.

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Merlin gasped when he felt Kilgharrah breaking everything that could be broken in his body, figuratively speaking. He cried in pain, feeling the bile in his throat and shaking as he was, he threw himself to puke where he wouldn't make a mess.

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With the Great Dragon breaking any connection existent between Merlin and Merlin's magic, the last push Morgana forced of her magic into the door was enough to burst it open.

They found Will blinking really confused on the bed while Merlin was throwing up into some pot, Arthur ran to where the warlock was and if he noticed that his friend's eyes were completely white and that even some spots in his hair were lacking of colour too, he ignored it; in order to pay attention to the copious amount of blood Merlin was losing between the vomit and the one running from his nose. The brunette woman, Merlin's mother; he corrected himself took his son from his hands and took him some place he didn't even wanted to know, while Morgana, Lancelot and Gwen were helping William whom should be death for all intents and purposes.

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The woman that sired the Great Warlock Emrys was sitting beside her son caressing his hair, humming a lullaby tune. Hunith had been crying so much, a white path could be seen marked on her cheeks. Morgana bit her lips. How do you console a mother whose son was lying practically comatose on a bed? She decided to approach the brunet woman and put softly a hand on her shoulder, trying to give her some comfort… which felt really cold.

"How is he?" Morgana asked Hunith very softly. The woman was a wreck waiting for his son to wake.

"Same." Was the non-committal answer she received. Hunith felt devoid, she didn't know what to do. In times like this she wanted to have the power to make Merlin stay still, so he would not come to harm, but sometimes she realized that even having powers herself, Merlin still would out power her easily. She could dream though.

"He will wake up, Hunith. I know…" The poor woman only nodded with Merlin's hand in hers. Morgana squeezed the hand she had in Hunith's shoulder and trying to give the woman some comfort…

TBC