Sometimes plans are only plans
Merlin felt his magic coming back to him despite the fact those iron bands were still around his wrists. He threw a glance to Morgana to make sure she was still there and he mentally demanded her to come closer to him. For a moment the warlock feared she wouldn't be able to hear him, but she did. He knew that due to her cold glance.
He tried to extend the duel as much as possible, while he kept begging her to listen to him, but she was as stubborn as ever. Though, she wasn't the only one who could hear vain did he tried to explain to her he had a plan since she couldn't hear him anymore as Helen blocked the connection with magic. There was only one thing the warlock could do, set her free and hope she would be able to protect herself.
He broke her cuffs and told her to run, but Morgana couldn't move a step. Helen gripped her hand tight preventing her from running. Morgana wanted to use a spell in order to escape her grip, but she felt her body paralyzed and she couldn't mutter a she could do was watch how Helen raised her eyebrow and put on a challenging smirk. Morgana couldn't help thinking Helen's gesture was so similar with her own when Merlin had been accused of sorcery by that goblin. Similar to that time, no one noticed except the one who was meant to.
Merlin didn't noticed it, too busy to deal with the guards and with everyone around. He was strong indeed and after such a long period since he hadn't used his powers, the warlock felt invincible. There was no way to stop him, no weapon could hurt him. Merlin could have killed everyone and fled away any moment, but his eyes searched desperately after Morgana. He finally found her, but she wasn't alone. Bolin caught his glance and an evil grin desfigurated his mouth. He kept her close to him while holding a sword in front of her neck.
"If you make a single step she will die.'' Bolin threatened him. ''You may kill me, but my guards will do the job for me. She stands no chance. If you surrender now, she won't get hurt. I give you my word." he uttered proving a clear, cold and calculating mind.
"I don't trust your word" Merlin answered, but his voice tremble.
"Nevertheless. You don't have a choice." Bolin answered on a cold tone.
Morgana knew it would be her end and for the first time she didn't accuse Merlin. She'd ruined everything and she couldn't be saved.
Their eyes met for a moment and she felt tears on her face.
Soon everything would be over. She thought and she startled at the sound of metal hitting the floor. Merlin had let his sword fall down. The guard fastened him and he didn't move a finger.
"Now, let her go.'' Merlin demanded.
Bolin bidded a soldier to fasten her and to take her to the dungeon.
"I will keep my promise, Merlin. She won't be hurt, although some arangements should be made" The witch heard Bolin say as the guards took her away. ''But you, you have killed many of my best men. That won't go unpanished. We're going to have a little chat afterwards.'' he added in a voice that made Morgana chill and she felt she couldn't walk anymore. Yet the guards dragged her forcing the witch to walk. As the guard took her away she threw a glance to Merlin, maybe the last, she feared and her blood went cold as the witch saw the expression on Helen's face. It hadn't been her imagination.
Merlin didn't notice the dreadful smile that contorted the princess' features. All her innocence, her very humanity was gone and a savage exultation twisted her face and glittered in her eyes. Never had she looked so viperish. But Morgana noticed that and she understood more than she wanted to.