Yo people. Thank you all so much for your support.

I am afraid this ends evilly also today but you know what I'm like. My sister and I were examining Lego earlier on. And guess what happened?! I ended up making a very awesome Camelot. So I picked up two Lego people and made them fight, then I picked up all the red bricks and threw them at my tower, and then I made another little guy push it back up. I was being like a little kid.

The embarrassing thing is, my next door neighbour was at the door as I made my little Merlin zoom off on a dragon. And, like, I have a reputation where I live as being the mature one (I no rite, WTF?!) and like, we just stared at each other before I ran up the stairs.

Im still in recovery.

anyway, thanks to MidnaWolf, Alterial and purple wolf rox for reviewing my last chapter :) it made me a happy banana

so here we are! This was written coz I was bored.

Nobody was really sure what happened next.

There had been Merlin...and he had pushed forward in rage and hatred. Then, he had blown back Mordred with an icy gale, pinning him to the wall, and with newly found strength he had allowed his blood-coated fist to collide with Mordred's face, leaving a blue and purple bruise...and then Mordred had opened his hand, and Merlin had spiralled backwards through the air and landing with a loud thump on the floor.

That was three minutes ago. Merlin hadn't moved, and Mordred was peering over, seemingly scared, to see if Merlin was dead.

What he hadn't seen was Arthur staring at Merlin's face, with was in his direction. His eyes had opened for a millisecond, and winked, before closing again.

There was a silence. It echoed on and on, and was only interrupted by Mordred's footsteps advancing.

Just as he knelt by Merlin's 'lifeless' form, Merlin had grabbed his wrists and snarled.

"You condemned me to wait for thousands of years for a king who never came," he hissed. "You will never be forgiven. And today," Merlin laughed, slightly madly, "I will kill you!"

Mordred let out a cry of pain. Steam was arising from the fist clenched around Mordred's wrist. He struggled to get out of the grasp, but Merlin just smiled cruelly.

"Wha-...why are you so dark?" the younger managed to gasp. "As...as a boy I looked up to you..."

"Me? I grew up," Merlin leered. "You, however...you went wrong. Twisted, like a snake who's back is being snapped."

Mordred gasped again, and Merlin let go. The enemy stumbled, clutching a burn that was bleeding in the shape of Merlin's fingers.

Emrys stood, powerful and dark, and opened his hands again, eyes turning into the fiery gold. Mordred fell to the ground, and against his will began to rotate, as though someone had grabbed his legs and was spinning. He clawed on the ground to no success, and his body rose, still spiralling, and just when he was higher than a man, Merlin raised his hands in a cross behind his head. Mordred fell, and rose, and fell, and rose, and fell again, grazes all over his skin. He let out a groan, and stood dizzily to his feet, where he stumbled.

Arthur knew something was wrong with Merlin immediately. He was angry, yes...but he was struggling to stay conscious also. Mordred picked up a sword, and ran at the warlock.

Merlin quickly magicked a sword too, and metal collided in a deathly dance. They fought like wolves, clawing at each other's faces, elegantly fighting, graceful yet cruel. Arthur realised that had never known Merlin could sword fight...but then, Arthur hadn't known a lot of things.

It was when Gwen stumbled Merlin looked back. "MERLIN!" Leon cried in warning.

But it was too late. Mordred had run at him, making his blade flame, and he had drawn blood.

And Merlin had already lost too much...

Mordred is a badass dude. Merlin can b too!

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