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He sat in the darkness, waiting.
Emrys was finally out of the way. Best be quick with the plan.
"Rokan. Prepare the army."
The bandit grinned a bloody smile. Then he went to the rest of the mercenaries. The ten thousand outcasts of all of the five kingdoms. He smiled.
Merlin's destiny may have been fulfilled.
But his had been thwarted. Damn, he was ready to regain it.
The night waned. The moon was absent. The stars were dim. The battle was ready.
Camelot was not.
And he laughed, because it would be soon...
"Shit..."
Gwaine stumbled backwards as Arthur slammed the door in his face. It was obvious that he was very worried for Merlin. Gwaine wasn't. Obviously Merlin wasn't dead, because he couldn't be.
He was waiting. For something. Like last time. Though last time Gwaine was half dead. And Merlin had kind of been a madman. But apart from that.
But when Gwaine had told the princess this...well...
He was grieving. Not as mad now.
A maid scurried past, a meal for someone on her tray. Gwaine reached over and hastily picked up one of the foods. Ah. An apple. Nothing better to soothe his mind. Delicious too.
Still, though, princess had spent two days out of action. Gwaine munched on the apple. Merlin would come back. Because he had to.
Because Gwaine his best friend back.
And the first tear ran down his face, and Gwaine knew that he was scared of if Merlin didn't come back.
Though he would.
He had to.
Gwen was thinking. About everything; when she was a maid, when Mer- no, can't think about that. When Arthur was a horrid arrogant pr- no. Don't use that word.
Queen Guinevere was thinking.
Gwen was remembering.
Queen Guinevere was mourning the death of the Court Sorcerer, servant and adviser.
Gwen was waiting furiously for her friend.
And she was scared.
His son. His ward. His apprentice. Gone. Yet he wasn't.
Gaius was looking for the spell. Aha! There!
'Performed at the time of death, this can only be done by those warlocks who know they will come back. The spell stops when the person is dead. The spell is not in the language of the old religion, it is instead thought word for word. The magic must be put into the weapon. The words thought are as followed.
Let me assure them, let me comfort them, let them see me in my life, I assure you, I comfort you, I let you see me, NAME OF INDIVIDUAL. Let the light flow, let the new destination take my body, and mirrors reflect me, I see how everything is torn in the river deep, I see how now they will see!'
"Thank the gods Merlin," Gaius whispered. "Come back as before..."
Freya sat near Merlin. "When you go back, all your wounds will return..."
"Why did you bring me?"
"Because it isn't your time. And I love you."
"I love you too, Freya. I will see you again. And I know I will be weak. I know I will be very hurt. But I know I will see you again."
"Merlin, he's doing to attack Camelot. You have to stop him, my love."
"I will. You know I will."
"Damn, I'll love you..."
And then Merlin kissed her. It was like the first time; sad, happy, dangerous, safe, bitter, so sweet...
They broke away. Freya smiled, crying. Merlin looked at her, and then felt the light again. He didn't look away from love's face once...
Then pain. Pain, blood, and the scent of the forest floor.
And the army marched to Arthur.
Arthur stood, watching Gwaine walk away.
Gwaine went to Gwen for comfort.
Gwen thought of what Gaius would be feeling.
Gaius thought of Merlin.
And Merlin went to the army.
DONE! Oooooh, what'll happen next?! I will update ASAP! REVIEW PLEASE SO I CAN WRITE QUICKER!
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