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It's a strange thing, when you suddenly feel yourself doubting all that you have believed in for your entire life. It's strange and annoying. I mean seriously! He had his 'Arthur may be a prat but I'm going to stand by him' speech down and didn't feel like coming up with a new one.

And then he decided.

"Nah," said Merlin, "Can you imagine what it would be like with me in power? It would go straight to my head."

He said it jokingly but Morgana knew him well enough to know that he was serious.

"Fine," she said, "Have it your way then."

She lifted her hands from her sides and the ground began to crack. The sides of the ruined castle began to split and from it crawled creatures of the old religion.

Manticore's, Questing Beasts and various dragon-like creatures sprang from the far corners of the isle. Many others for which Merlin could give no name to accompanied them.

Merlin took a step back as the creatures rushed towards him. He felt his magic grow inside him, ready to defend him. Even the pain that had been handicapped him took a back seat from a combination of magic and adrenalin.

He was about to mutter his first spell when from behind him came a war cry. Gwaine and the knights had somehow gotten free (and somehow found their swords) and were rushing into the creatures. Swerving a Questing Beast's bite Gwaine gave him a salute before attempting to kill it.

But despite the arrival of the five knights they were still desperately overwhelmed. Merlin was suddenly dodging a manticore's pincers. But these were unlike the manticore that Alice had, it was giant. Merlin dodged and ducked until he realized something. They all knew about his magic! He should probably use it! It wouldn't matter anymore.

"Brynewielm," he says, causing it to burst into flame.

And soon he is throwing flames of fire, ice, wind and sometimes just plain power at the creatures. Slowing them down or killing them. But every time one is destroyed it seems five more appear!

"You cannot defeat them Merlin!" Morgana yells over the battle, "This is their domain! You cannot send them back to the Old Religion when they are already there!"

Then he realized how stupid he'd been! Maybe he couldn't kill them, but he could control them!

He shouted the words of a Dragonlord to the dragon-like creatures and stopped them in their tracks. He ordered them to defend the knights and himself and they did it willingly.

But still they were outnumbered. Everywhere pieces of the old castle fell to the ground, crushing the creatures. But it wasn't stopping them.

Merlin feared the worst when surprisingly some reinforcements arrived.