Hey everybody! SithChop here! I'm here posting a new story about a fandom I recently came across. It's from The Adventures of Merlin, a BBC show that aired on TV a few years back and now is on Netflix. It's about a young Merlin and a Prince Arthur from the Arthurian legends and it sort of sets up a version of the characters before they were the people of legend. I really love the show and the acting and came up with this story idea. It is based on the series finale. Hopefully everyone enjoys it!

This story is inspired by From The Shadows To The Light by PeaceHeather on AO3. It's another story based on the same part of the series and I highly recommend someone picking it up and reading it.

It is also inspired by The Jedi and His Dutchess by MostThingsKenobi also on AO3. It's more about some of the magical elements that will appear in this story than anything else.

Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this story and if you're a fan of the show, I really hope that you like it too! :)

I have also posted this to AO3 so if you prefer that website, it's under the same name there too.

-MUCH LOVE!-SithChop

Prologue:

"Lady Runiaal! Come quickly! There's someone at the docks needing assistance!"

A young woman, dressed in a simple dress that was adorned by a belt of flowers, ran toward the center of a rather ornate palace. She was looking for a friend, someone who could assist her with the duties of their people. The palace was quite large so finding someone quickly wasn't easy. The marbled stone that made up the place wasn't helping as the echo carried voices across the room. But she didn't give up. Runiaal was here somewhere and probably already heard her cries.

When she found the head of the palace, she found the headmaster in the library quietly reading a book. Apparently it was something on the art of healing which was extremely appropriate considering the reason for her sudden appearance before her master.

She slowed her pace down and walked swiftly toward the chair in which her leader sat. She didn't quite know how to express her urgency other than to bounce up and down as if she'd run in the complete opposite direction upon Runiaal's approval.

"My Lady? Please! It's urgent!"

"What is it this time, Cabalis? I truly hope that this is worth my time."

Runiaal didn't look up from her book. Her glasses rested on the tip of her nose as she scanned it. Her long silver hair draped across her shoulders in a braid. The woman even seemed to dress like she was going to bed.

"I believe someone of great importance is here on our shores. He's on the verge of death and I fear that if we do nothing, we will lose him."

This piqued Runiaal's interest. She followed Cabalis toward the entrance to the palace and froze upon seeing the boat and its only occupant. Quickly scaling the steps, she found herself looking over the man. He looked unharmed for the most part, but something wasn't right. She had to figure this out.

"Quickly! Everyone help me get him to the healing wing!"

A few men and women appeared and quickly walked down to where their master stood and helped free the man of his death bed. Runiaal was quick to instruct them and make sure that this person, whoever he was, would remain safe and unscathed while in their care.

The moment that they all arrived in the healing wing of the palace, Runiaal took all the things out that she needed.

"Get him out of his clothes. I need to see where the wounds are."

They didn't take off his pants, but they removed his shoes, the chainmail and all the damaged clothes beneath the heavy pieces of metal as swiftly as they could. The movements caused the man to let out small groans every now and then. It became more and more clear that this man was dealing with a mortal blow to the side. The bloodied chainmail was the first clue but as Runiaal assessed the man, she realized that it was from a deep stab wound to the chest.

"Galadris Espiensei Mortalis!" Her words made a magical image of the body of this man appear above him. It showed everything that was going on inside of him. It appeared that he had been wounded by a blade that was just as immortal as the people within these walls. There was a shard moving slowly but surely toward his heart. It was so close. A few more minutes and he probably would have died.

"Juin, Boralis, Katalis and Ezrin, please hold him down. What I'm about to do will most likely cause immeasurable pain."

The four men in question moved into various positions surrounding the body on the table. Katalis was at his head, Boralis and Juin were at either side holding his arms down and Ezrin at his legs.

"Brunei Grodov Swari Wanisee."

She watched the image floating above their heads and saw that the shard was glowing a bright yellow compared to the red that everything else was colored. Runiaal sighed as she prepared herself for his screams.

Slowly she made a motion with her hands like she was gripping something with her fingertips. Her fingers hovered over the visible part of the injury. Pulling backwards came next. The moment that the magic registered the act, the man let out a groan. He began to shake just a little as the pain caused him to greatly tense.

Runiaal couldn't lose concentration now. She had to focus despite the cries emanating from the injured human before her. While she didn't feel sorry for trying to save this man's life, she did worry that the screams would cause her to lose her grip on the shard buried deep within him.

However, her hand never wavered for a second while she slowly but surely pulled the shard from this man's chest. The screams started to come a little louder and the squirming definitely increased as well. She moved with him, not once breaking the connection to the piece of metal. The worst part came when she neared the end. He had screamed so much that his voice started to become hoarse. He was struggling to breathe, gasping for air like a fish that just got pulled out of the water. Thankfully, Katalis was quick to put his hands over the kid's mouth and keep the oxygen flowing from his hands into the man's lungs.

"We're almost over…." Runiaal was saying that more to herself than to anyone else, though she hoped that if the man could hear her that he would in fact calm down. The task was almost complete so there was no reason to stop now not even for his screams.

Taking one last look at the hovering reflection, she saw the glowing bit was right at the end of the wound. Looking down at it, she could see a small spec of silver glinting red with the blood it had been soaked in. With one last gigantic effort, Runiaal pulled it completely out. The man's screams quieted down, the shaking stopped and all they were left with was a rather sweaty man. Runiaal shouted to someone behind her to get some rags to clean and cool this man off. It was one of the few ways she knew to protect against a fever.

"Madam! That…That's from a blade forged with a dragon's breath!" Boralis pointed out. In their presence such a blade would give off a sound that was unlike any other blade. This one did. Runiaal almost dropped it in surprise. Those blades were dangerous and for him to have been pierced by one was detrimental to his survival. How he survived for this long carrying a shard of a blade so destructive showed his strength and if he was strong, she was going to make sure he lived to see another day.

"Juin, behind you in the cupboard is a bottle of Greyheras. Bring it to me if you please."

Juin located the bottle and quickly brought it toward the head healer. Runiaal took the contents and poured the silver liquid right on top. The man didn't budge, didn't even move an inch. He must have been worn out from whatever landed him in such a state.

"Motile Sylvaya." She whispered the spell and pushed it as far into the wound as it would go. Even the magical projection up above her head showed a silver line where the wound was. The length grew as she maneuvered the liquid to coat every inch of the nasty stab wound.

"What does that do, My Lady?" Ezrin, the newest of her apprentices watched with great anticipation as the silver in the floating image grew. He was a fast learner and anything Runiaal could do to quicken his teachings she would.

"The blade. It was forged in a dragon's breath just as you said, Boralis. If the wound were to be left to fester, the magic from the blade would still take hold and kill him, slowly. Greyheras creates a protective barrier around the most vulnerable parts and keeps it from getting infected with the blade's magic."

Slowly and carefully, she wrapped a rather thick bandage against the open wound. It bled through the first layer rather quickly. Lending herself to another, she pressed hard hoping to stop the bleeding and at least lengthen the man's life by preventing him from bleeding out.

"N…no! Pl..Please!" The man's breaths came out fast and panicked though his eyes did not open. He was terrified and rightfully so.

"Shhh! You're safe here!" Runiaal finished wrapping the wounds up and moved to his head where she brushed some of his hair from his face. His blond hair sat damp against his wet, sweat covered skin. His breaths quickened for a little bit longer before it died down and he was breathing in normally. "Cabalis, have Stefansi and Brunora join Juin and Katalis and bring him to the healing bed. We'll monitor him throughout the night from there. The rest of you, don't go far. I may have need of you yet."

The other four bowed and left the room while the two joined the rest, ready to carry the lost man to the room. It was filled with a soft bed covered in snow white linens. The center of the room was its resting place. Gently they laid the man on the uninjured side and covered him with a blanket.

As soon as they finished their task, Runiaal worked quickly to set up a healing shield, glowing gold around the bed and its occupants. It was designed so that those within it would slowly gain back their strength and be healed, but only if the wielder of such magic deemed him safe. Of course she had no reason to fear the young man so far. He hadn't shown them any hostility nor could in the state he was in.

The same spell went up like before with a magical rendition of the man's body. This time however, the spell matched the gold of the shield. The color of the Greyheras was still silver and the wound was still visible. There was also a display of the man's vitals right above that in the form of a line that would move up and down with his heartbeats.

She smiled softly at the sight of him in white. Runiaal knew that he was in safe hands and she was safe with him. Smiling, Runiaal walked forward and placed a hand on the boy's head.

"Slepialis." The man's expression went from one of pain to one of relaxation and unadulterated sound of a man free from pain. "Sleep, young man. You will wake up feeling better."

Planting an almost motherly kiss on his forehead, she turned and left the room.

Character Name Key:

Runiaal - (Roo-knee-all)

Cabalis - (Ca-ball-iss)

Juin - (Jew-een)

Boralis - (Boar-all-iss)

Katalis - (Ca-tall-iss)

Ezrin - (Ez-ren)

Stefansi - (Stef-anz-ee)

Brunora - (Brew-nor-ah)

Spell Key:

Slepialis (Sle-pee-all-iss): A spell to make one fall asleep and/or relax

Galadris Espiensei Mortalis (Ga-lad-drees Ess-pee-en-say Mor-tall-iss): Creates the magical image of the person the spell is cast on

Brunei Grodov Swari Wanisee (Broo-nay Grow-dove Sw-are-ee Wan-nee-see): Grabs hold of any thing the spell caster is thinking of

Motile Sylvaya (Mo-tile Sill-vay-ah): Magically moves whatever the spell caster is thinking of.

And there you have it! The prologue is complete! I can't wait to share more of this story with everyone! Please comment on the story if you do!