A/N:I guess it's just another Merlin magic reveal fanfic that involves Merlin showing off
Setting: During series 5
Description: Morgana has captured Arthur and the knights, and begins ranting about Emrys. Merlin shows up, and boy is he ticked
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin or it's characters what a surprise
Arthur groaned, sitting up as he attempted to clear his vision by blinking. The memories all came rushing back as the king bolted upward, harshly pulling at the shackles that bound his wrists. The room he was in was dark, with only a few torches to provide just enough light to make out a figure sitting on a throne.
"Morgana." The king of Camelot snarled, tugging at his chains. The woman let out a chuckle, resting her chin on her hand.
"Nice of you to finally wake up, brother." There was a sort of amusement in her voice as she spoke. "It's rather pathetic how easy it was to capture you and your precious knights." Morgana spat the words, and her demeanor became tense. Arthur searched around him, sighing in relief when he found all of his knights still here. They must had awoken before him, for they were all sitting up, training their cold stares on Morgana. Suddenly, cold terror gripped Arthur as he realized they were missing someone. But who was it?
Leon was there. So was Gwaine and Percival. Elyan was just behind them, so that left...
"Merlin." Arthur murmured. Morgana grinned evilly. "What have you done with Merlin?!" He demanded. A harsh laugh bubbled in Morgana's throat as she stood from her throne. She walked towards Arthur, ignoring the shouts of protest from the knights.
"Oh, dear brother," she began, her tone mocking. "I didn't do anything. My men, however..." Morgana paused, glancing up at a guard who was standing at the door. The man took it as a sign to speak up.
"The servant was last seen fleeing on a horse, my lady." The man bowed his head in respect, or perhaps fear, as he said it.
"That's not the Merlin we know." Elyan muttered.
"He would never leave Arthur's side!" Gwaine spoke up confidently, glaring at Morgana. The high priestess smirked, and motioned for the guard to continue.
"The reason he fled was because he had an arrow through his chest. He was slumped over his horse before he even left our sight," Arthur lunged at Morgana when she laughed.
"Well, it seems like Merlin has finally met his end." She said, waving a hand. One of her men reached to push Arthur back to the ground. "And its about time. I've been trying to get rid of him for so long." Arthur clenched his jaw. He refused to believe Merlin was dead. As soon as they got out of this mess, they would find him safe and sound. Gwaine was cursing loudly as he tried to attack Morgana angrily, but was stopped when she raised her hand and muttered a spell. "There," she clasped her hands together when the knight was frozen where he stood. "That's better. Not so tough without Emrys to save you, are you?" Arthur stiffened, confused.
"Emrys?" Leon was the first to speak. Morgana scrunched her eyebrows, frowning for a second, before a bark of a laugh came from her.
"You truly don't what he's done for you?" She asked incredulously. The blank expressions of the knights told her everything. "Surely one of you have heard of him."
"The druids say he's the most powerful sorcerer to walk the earth." Arthur whirled around at shock to stare at Percival. Percival shrugged. "I spent time with the druids before I became a knight."
"Yes, yes." Morgana said dismissively. "Emrys is supposedly the most powerful being to exist. He also prophesied to be my... my doom." A muffled gasp came from a few of the men at the way Morgana trembled in fear. However, soon the fear was gone, replaced by her hate. "But I will prevail over Emrys. It does not matter how long it takes, how many of my plans he stops, I will end him."
Arthur glanced at the knights, who stared back with the same expression.
Why would a sorcerer protect Camelot?
A sharp cry escaped Merlin's lips as he yanked the arrow out. Blood spurted out of the wound, and Merlin rushed to heal it, his vision already going dark. He mumbled a spell, placing his hand over the wound, sighing in relief when the pain stopped. Merlin pushed himself off the ground, brushing his clothes off.
"What to do, what to do..." Merlin muttered as he began to pace. He needed to save Arthur from Morgana. He ran a hand through his hair nervously. An idea came to him; though whether or not it was a good one... that was yet to be determined. After glancing around to make sure he was truly alone in the woods, Merlin opened his mouth to speak. "O drakon, e male so ftengometta tesd'hup'anankes!" The words had a quality to them that was not unlike a roar, and soon, the beating of wings could be heard. Merlin smiled when Kilgarrah landed before him, crashing into trees as he descended.
"Hello, young warlock." The great dragon bowed his head towards Merlin. The smile left Merlin's face as he remembered exactly why he had called the dragon here.
"I need your help." He said, his voice heavy. "Arthur is in trouble."
"He usually is, young warlock." Kilgarrah said, a deep chuckle rumbling in his throat. Merlin glared, and the dragon fell quiet, though his expression was still an amused one.
"I don't know how to save him without revealing my magic." Merlin nervously played with his scarf, fidgeting as the dragon remained silent for a moment.
"Then perhaps it is time to reveal yourself." Kilgarrah's tone was firm. Merlin's eyes widened.
"What?!" He practically screeched. "No, no that's a terrible idea!" He began to list the reason why he shouldn't reveal himself, but sighed at the pointed look Kilgarrah was giving him. "Fine." He muttered, and Kilgarrah bared his teeth in a grin. "What? Why are you smiling?"
"It is good to see you finally take my advice, young warlock."
Morgana smiled as Gwaine clenched his teeth, refusing to cry out in pain. She ran the knife down the side of his face, all the way to his collar bone, drawing a thin line of blood.
Suddenly, cries of terror could be heard from outside, and Morgana's joyful expression faltered.
"What's going on?" She demanded, trying to keep her voice steady. One of her men came through the doors to the throne room.
"My lady, it's a dragon!" Arthur tensed at his words. Morgana shifted uneasily.
"Did I hear him correctly?" Gwaine said. "Or is the blood loss effecting my sanity?"
"You heard correctly." Elyan assured him, glancing nervously at Arthur. Morgana trembled, the knife clattering to the ground loudly.
"Emrys." She whispered. "It must be him." Morgana suddenly steeled herself, as if she was realizing once more she had an audience. "The coward dares to attack me with a dragon?" Her words were brave, but her voice shook. "If Emrys is so great and mighty, why won't he come and speak with me himself?"
"Well, Morgana," a new voice said. The man who had burst in just a second ago drew his sword, turning to face the source. "Fortunately for you, I am here." Arthur sucked in a breath when Merlin emerged from the shadows, grinning confidently. The grin faltered slightly when he saw Arthur and the knights, but Merlin trained his gaze back onto the high priestess. "You wanted to talk? Let's talk."
"Merlin, what are you doing?!" Arthur demanded, and was echoed by the others. They were overjoyed that Merlin was alive, but why would the idiot try and face Morgana?
"Merlin, you need to get out of here!" Leon urged. Merlin ignored them as Morgana laughed harshly.
"You? You expect me to believe that you, a servant boy, are the almighty Emrys?" Merlin simply quirked an eyebrow. "I've seen Emrys before, you fool. He's an old man!" The dots slowly connected themselves in Arthur's mind. If what Morgana had said about Emrys was true... and if Merlin was Emrys...
"I'm surprised you were fooled by such a simple aging spell." Merlin replied nonchalantly. He ignored the surprised gasps and yelps of the knights, and the betrayed look in Arthur's eyes. Because right now, he was on a mission. "Think about it Morgana. You've tried to kill me so many times, I've lost count! How else would I survive a Serket sting?" Leon jerked in surprise. He'd seen the effects of a Serket sting before. It wasn't pretty. "How else could I break the enchantment you put over me?" Merlin was calm and collected when he spoke, while Morgana was shaking. Whether in fear or anger, Arthur could not tell.
"No!" Morgana shrieked, and began to chant. A ball of flame formed in her hand as she spoke. "You are not Emrys! You will die!" She hurled the flames towards Merlin, and despite himself, Arthur cried out in fear. He didn't want Merlin to die. However, Merlin casually waved his hand as the fire reached him, and the ball disappeared. "How?!"
"Have you heard of Nimueh?" Merlin asked. His foe seemed taken aback by the question, but after a moment, she answered him.
"My sister and I searched for her. She was a high priestess of the Old Religion, and was said to be a powerful one at that." Morgana replied, keeping a wary eye on the warlock.
"She tried that on me once. The fireball." Merlin gave a dry chuckle. "It hurt. So I figured out a way to stop it." Merlin's eyes flashed gold, and the chains that bound Arthur and his knights fell to the ground, useless. Gwaine quickly moved to stand next to Merlin, followed by Percival. Elyan was next, and Leon hesitantly joined them. Arthur stared, unsure of what he wanted to do. The king was busy questioning everything he knew. Silently, he joined them, and Merlin relaxed slightly. "Let us leave, Morgana." He demanded quietly.
"Never!" She hissed. "Aithusa!" Morgana called for her dragon, and the white beast came crashing in. The knights all backed away in fear, but Merlin stood there, unfazed. "Attack them!" Morgana said with a triumphant smirk. The white dragon went to obey, but stopped when it saw Merlin. Morgana's smirk faltered. "What?" It was a quiet question.
"A dragon will not attack a Dragonlord, Morgana. It's fairly simple." All the knights took a step back when Merlin spoke.
"Dragonlord?" Percival muttered. Gwaine shrugged, going along with it. He wasn't the type to ask questions. With an enraged scream, Morgana began to chant, but Merlin was faster. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the high priestess sailing into the stone wall. Merlin stared at her limp form sadly.
"She used to be so kind." He whispered. Suddenly, he tensed, and the past few moments caught up to him. "Arthur-" the king held up a hand, silencing Merlin.
"Listen, Merlin." Arthur began. "Just because you're an all powerful sorcerer and a Dragonlord doesn't mean you'll be getting out of washing my laundry." Merlin gaped in shock for a moment, before laughing. Arthur smiled, placing a hand on Merlin's shoulder. Suddenly, Merlin's happy expression fell.
"What's wrong, mate?" Gwaine asked, curious at the sudden shift in his mood.
"Kilgarrah was right." Merlin let out a groan as he spoke. "He'll never let me live that down." Arthur scrunched his eyebrows together.
"Who's Kilgarrah?"
"I am." Came the rumbling reply.
And later they would deny it, but a few girlish screams had echoed in the castle at that moment.
Well, I'm sorry you had to read that. I apaologize for any OoC-ness and the poor writing. I had this idea, but when I was writing I became rushed. So, yeah, I know it's not my best. But thanks for reading it anyway!