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So more action - wooo! Looking forward to the upcoming chapters and I've left this one on a bit of a cliffy - sorry guys! But please review, it's getting towards the end of the story now so pretty please take a few seconds out of your lives to at least write 'read it' or even 'I hated it!' As long as I know someone's reading it! Please review! Make my day! x
Disclaimer: I still do not own any characters of Shine and the BBC's TV programme Merlin (wish I did!) but any added characters and plotlines were completely my genius! All mistakes and splelnig errrors are also my own, which are not so genius…
Chapter Fifty Three
Resentment
Emrys shut his eyes instantly, yelling with pain as the huge amount of magic magnified the already intense pain he was enduring. He wanted to open his eyes, to see what had happened, to see who had cast the spell, to see where Arthur was and, most importantly, was Ceira OK? But he couldn't. It was as if every part of his body was tied to an invisible string which was attached to a knife so that if he moved, the knife would go stabbing into him. He just couldn't bring himself to open his eyes. He just lay in the wet grass listening to the battle that was still raging on around him, the fighters oblivious to the events unfolding in the middle of the battlefield. Why was he cowering like this? Was he just going to let Ceira fend for herself while he cringed on the ground like a frightened child? No. He was stronger than that. She had done this for him so he would repay the favour. His eyes flew open and he stared around, desperate to see what had happened. There was no more blurry, swimming figures. No more having to make people out by hazy shapes. Everything was as clear as it had ever been. And then he suddenly saw who had made the magical blast. The Spectres had formed a circle around Arthur and Ceira.
Ceira.
She was lying motionlessly with her eyes tightly shut in the dewy grass. No. She couldn't be. It wasn't true. But then she stirred. Her eyes flickered but then closed again. There was still life. The Spectres began to close in on Ceira, breaking the ring momentarily to stride past a bewildered looking Arthur who was just pulling himself to his feet. They formed an even tighter ring around Ceira who was now blinking up and looking round at her unwelcome company. The Spectres slowly raised up the hands, reaching out their arms towards her. Their hands were outstretched, ready to fire a spell. Emrys dragged himself up, ignoring the stabbing pain that was coursing from his heavily bleeding shoulder all through his body. He staggered towards the circle, trying to get back his balance. The tidal wave of magic had completely disorientated him.
Suddenly, Arthur flew in from out of nowhere. He yelled out a furious cry and slashed his sword through the majority of the circle. Then his eyes widened in horror as the unaffected and vexed Spectres turned to face him. One of them held out their hand and fired a spell at him. He was launched into the air and sent flying out of the circle and collided with the ground, unconscious. The leader of the Spectres stepped forward into the ring to face Ceira as she lay helplessly on the ground as if the interruption had never happened.
"We will not let you change what must be. You must die. You are too much of a threat. You are not the one destined to kill Arthur Pendragon."
"No. That's my job." If the Spectres could gasp, then they would have. Emrys pushed his way through into the ring and glared at the leader. The Spectre regarded him with an heir of exasperation and curiosity.
"You are indeed extremely protective of the girl. But it does not matter. She must die. She poses too much of a threat to Arthur Pendragon's life. He must live. What is destined cannot be changed. And even you, Emrys, the greatest sorcerer ever to live, cannot change that." The Spectre turned back to Ceira and stretched out his hand towards her.
"And you're going to stop me?" Emrys asked. The Spectre impatiently looked over his shoulder.
"If I have to then, yes."
"Well," he sighed, "it looks like you're going to have to." Emrys threw out his hand and yelled,
"Éðelstæf áflíegan Ceira lást!"
There was an epic blast and the Spectre was sent hurtling into the air like a white shooting star. The ring around them were knocked to the ground also. Emrys withdrew his hand and went over to Ceira. She effetely raised her head up and looked thankfully at him with her big black eyes. But she couldn't hold it up for long. She let it fall back to the ground, her eyes closed once more. Suddenly, a rushing sound filled his ears. He whirled round just in time to see the Spectre fly back into the circle. The Spectres forming the ring were also climbing back to their feet. Emrys shot a fleeting look at Ceira and backed away, readying himself for anything the angered Spectre had up his white, glowing sleeve. It instantly threw out its arm and hissed.
"Ábéodan bíecnian laðiac!" A sphere of swirling green was flung at Emrys. It was too quick for him to dodge so he was knocked to the ground. He instantly clambered back up again and fired another spell. The Spectre dodged it and shot a follow-up one. Emrys chanted a shielding spell and the Spectre's spell was sent rebounding off into the distance. Emrys smirked as he pictured the frustrated look of the Spectre that would surely be visible if the Spectre had facial features. Soon, every single one of the Spectres that had formed the circle were now on top of him, shooting all sorts of spells at him. Emrys was almost overwhelmed by the onslaught. Almost. He kept them away though. At least a third of them had been hit by his spells and were now lying on the ground groaning in pain. The amount of spells flying around the place was staggering. The air above was filled with multicoloured streaks of magic. A magical rainbow, literally. But he had no time to stand and admire the pretty colours. He had to fend off these Spectres first. Emrys thought they would have had more powerful magic at their disposal. Emrys had spoken too soon. He turned on his heel as he heard someone sneaking up on him from behind. He was suddenly hit by a surge of magical energy that knocked him to the ground. All the spells stopped. The Spectres withdrew their hands from which they had been firing spell after spell to try and fend Emrys off. They all backed away and let their leader stand over Emrys, glowering at him with nonexistent eyes.
"We cannot kill you. We know that you are too powerful and your destiny is too imperative. You and Arthur are two sides of the same coin, no matter what you may think now. You and Arthur will have a great future together but right now you pose too much of a threat to his life. We cannot kill you Emrys, but we can put you to sleep for a while." The Spectre held his hand out over Emrys. The pain in his shoulder had come back and this time it had paralyzed him. He couldn't move for pain. It was unbearable. Yes.
Kill him.
Put him out of his misery.
Emrys didn't care anymore.
This world was too full of pain and hurt.
He wanted to be dead.
To be nothing, like so many of those others that he had sent to their deaths before. Yes.
Kill him now.
Emrys could see the magical glowing red light growing in the Spectre's palm, ready to strike. And then it a was coming for him. Straight at him. There was no way of dodging. No way of getting out of it. Just certainty that it would hit him.
Then he was flying.
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