A/N Okay Guys, This chapter was written differently before. I started to re-read it and decided that it was rubbish and started to re-write. so this is an updated version of it.
Please let me know what ya'll think. If there something that confuses you or if you want to leave any constructive criticisms please do so.
I do not own Merlin, because honestly if I did it would not have ended the way it did.
A tall man with long white hair and beard paced in his study, his bones creaking as he went. Taking a look at the old leathery tome with runes carved into its hide. Sighing with frustration he decided to sit down and open it up. He had to find a spell to make the girl remember who she is.
After what seemed like hours he seemed to find what he was looking for. Taking a look at the clock that sits on the opposite wall of him, a smile crept on his face. "Perfect," he thought. The girl would be sleeping, the best time for him to work his magic on her.
Standing and making his way toward a bronze bowl sitting on a podium not too far from his desk, he peers into the clear water. An image of a girl with long brown hair was sleeping soundly in her bed. On the nightstand next to her bed was a book, "Arthurian Legends"
The old man let out a chuckle. "Of course she would be reading that."
Closing his tired eyes and placing his hands over the water he began to chant.
Geswefnian Merlin, Arthur, Morgana ingemynd!
Geswefnian Merlin, Arthur, Morgana ingemynd!
Geswefnian Merlin, Arthur, Morgana ingemynd!
His eyes flashed a brilliant gold as he opened them. Looking down back into the clear water the girls' image had changed. The once peacefully sleeping girl started to squirm, dreams of Castles, dragons and witches filled her mind.
Sighing the tired man made his way toward his desk, promptly sitting. His eyelids started to droop, his last thoughts were of the girl.
Prince Arthurs twin sister.
Maelona had gone to bed early that night, University had started to weigh on her. Classes after classes after classes. Not to mention the strange dreams that she started having a few weeks ago. Same dreams every night, she could not get rid of the images that plagued her mind. Tonight was no different.
A castle with Knights, Kings, and Glory. A pair of men stood close to one another, Both equally tall. One man was all sunlight, golden hair, golden armor. A red cloak with a gold dragon embroidered on it swirled behind him. He stood proud and tall as a royal would.
The man next to him was thin, his clothes spoke of a servant. He black hair made his blue eyes stand out. Although you could tell that these men were of different social standing, They stood as if that didn't matter at all. They stood as friends.
The scene changed, the dark-haired man has his hand out. A fire erupted from it, it took the shape of a dragon. The man smiled a genuine smile. Mae did not fear him. Actually, she feels like she knows him somehow. He chanted her name, over and over again. His once young face shifted. He started to grow older.
Then the dream shifted to a woman, long brown hair and a tattered black dress. Eyes a sharp green, almost sorrowful. A great white dragon stood closed to her, a scar wrapped around hits throat. She thought maybe it had been chained at one point.
The women with the sad eyes turned to look at Mae, her eyes turned a molten gold. Her dragon flew toward the sky, giving a loud roar.
The dragon turned its attention to Mae and started to descend. Wings beating like thunder, The women yelled toward the dragon, "Kill Athusa!"
Thunder roared inside the small dorm, Mae sprang forward drenched in sweat. Heart beating a mile a minute. Closing her eyes and laying back down Mae tried to control her rapid breathing. Making a fist and slamming it against her soft bed, she cursed. "Why am I dreaming about these people!"
Brushing her hair out of her face, she peered at a clock that sat on her nightstand. [3:30am]. Sighing she rolled over and tried to sleep.
Mae stirred, feeling someone shake her awake, "Go away!' She mumbled into her pillow.
Her roommate laughed, "Come on Mae, you're going to be late for Lit! And we both know that Professor Emrys doesn't like tardiness!"
Mae pulled herself out of her definitely comfy bed and hopped in the bathroom for a quick shower. After quickly brushes her teeth she pulled on her shoes and grabbed her bag. "I'll see you later Sarah! Remember we are having lunch together today!"
Sarah, a short blonde poked her head out from the kitchen. "Alright! See you later!"
As Mae made her way through the campus she could not get her dream out of her mind. These dreams always felt so real to her. The heat from the dragons fire, or the way that all those people looked at her. Like she knew them and they knew her.
Sighing and shaking the dream from her mind, she finally made it to her favorite class. Literature! Not to mention, her grandfather was the professor.
Of course, Professor Emrys was not actually her grandfather. Maes Parents had died when she was younger and Professor Emrys was an old friend of the family and so he decided to take Mae in.
Making her way toward her seat, her heart skipped a beat. For a moment she thought she saw the young black-haired man standing next to the whiteboard, looking again the man had disappeared. Mae rubbed her eyes, "Damn Mae, you are losing it!"
"Alright, class!" Chairs screeched as all the students settled in. The Professor, He wore a red cardigan and khaki pants that seemed over ironed. His long white hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and his beard made its way down to his chest. He set his briefcase down onto his cluttered desk. He began to write on the whiteboard.
"Now class, for the next two weeks we are going to be reading about King Arthur, Camelot and the Knights of the round table." Mae sat up quickly and leaned forward to hear what he had to say next. She was always fascinated with the tales. She even kept a book about them on her nightstand.
Professor Emrys continued, "Can anyone tell me about King Arthur and the legends surround him?" The room went silent, no one raised there hand. Prof. Emrys sat the black marker down and paced in the front row.
"Come on now, Don't be shy! No? I suppose I'll just have to pick someone! Ah, Ms. Williams! Do you know anything about King Arthur?"
Mae tried to duck her head bit she supposed he saw her try to hide. With a great sigh, she spoke loudly. "I know he had a sword name Excalibur, that's how he was crowned King. He knew a wizard named Merlin, who stood at his side and his wife's name was Guinevere. His sister was Morgan le Fey, who turned to be an evil witch. It also depends on what you read, not all the stories are the same."
Prof. Emrys smiled, making the wrinkles on his face more prominent. "Yes, Ms. Williams you are correct." He walked toward the whiteboard again, picking up the black marking and scribbling the name of a book. "We are going to be looking at the book called, Le Morte D'arthur by William Caxton, known to be the oldest of Arthurian legends. The Book was Published…"
Mae droned out the Professors voice as a chill ran down her spine. Feeling as if someone was watching her she turned to look behind her at the entrance to the room, No one was there.
"How are things going?" Prof. Emrys asked as Mae stuffed her face with chips. They often had dinner together. She felt the warmth of her food slide down her throat. "Everything is great. I've never been better!"
The Professor raised an eyebrow at her as if to say "I don't believe you"
Mae sat her food down and sighed, "I haven't been sleeping very well. I have this recurring dream and it just doesn't feel like a dream. It feels so real."
Emry's breath hitched, His spell must be working. He wondered how long it would be before her memories would come back to her. He leaned forward and with his wrinkled hand he grabbed her and squeezed. "I'm sorry dear, I wish there was something I could do to help."
Mae squeezed back lightly, any harder his hand might break in hers. "It's alright, Professor. Maybe I'm just too stressed out. I might head to the library for a bit of reading, help myself relax."
Emrys smiled, his blue eyes shining. "That sounds like a good idea. Don't stay out too late though.
Mae gulped and nodded, an uneasiness settling in the pit of her stomach. "I will Professor."
Little giggles could be heard through halls of the Castle. Long brown hair flowing behind a small child as she ran from her brother.
Bright blue eyes and blonde short hair trailed after her. "Come on Mae give it back!" The little boy yelled.
The girl turned around and with a mischievous grin, she yelled at the small boy. " If you want it to bad Arthur you just have to run faster!"
The girl started to run faster, not seeing where she was going she ran right into someone. THUD! She falls to the floor and lands on her bum.
A tall robed man with a golden crown around his slightly balding head looking down at her, "Mae, What in the blazes are you doing running around the castle like that?" As he finished his sentence, he didn't need any more answers as he sees Arthur round the corner. The man looked down upon his daughter, "Whatever it is you stole Maelona, go on and give it back to your brother! This nonsense will not be tolerated!" he shouts then grabs her arm and uprighted her, gripping her arm tighter.
Mae stood and looked up at her father with bold and fierce eyes, she yanks her arm from his grasp then she curtsies "Yes Your grace" she turns toward Arthur and hands back his play sword. Arthur looks at her as she walks the way they came, her head held high.
Arthur frowns and turns toward his father with a deathful glare. The King huffs and walks right past him, not giving him a single glance.
Slowly the scene turned toward the same man that she had seen in her other dream. The one that looked like a young Professor Emrys, "Maelona….Maelona, Help us" He kept reciting it over and over his eyes piercing into her blue eyes and soul.
Bolting awake, she glanced around her dark room. Leaning forward she placed her head in her hands. Scrunching her face in confusion, her face was wet. Had she been crying in her sleep? Her throat started to feel tight, a sob echoed through the dark room. Why was she so upset? She started to shake, why was she having these dreams and why did they feel like memories?
Merlin watched Mae through the water, he bit his dry lip. She was starting to remember. A pain shot through is his spine, he landed on the wooden floor with a crack. His wrist catching his fall and breaking. His breath was labored, He wondered how much longer he could take of this. How much longer until she remembered who she was. He had to send her back...back before he dies.
Note: Geswefnian Merlin, Arthur, Morgana ingemynd - Losely translates to enter dream/ memory
All spells are translated from Old english.
Also the Name of the Fic Edwendu translates to reverse an ending.