Wow! The sixth chapter. Isn't this exciting? I think it is. Just so you don't get confused, the italics, in this chapter, is only Morgana talking. Cool? Alright! Lights! Screens! Imagination! And… stop! Disclaimer, first.
Disclaimer: Never have I ever owned BBC Merlin. Nor will I own it in the future.
Okay. Now, action.
The door flew open causing the sorcerer to whirl around. Just like what Soul Arthur described, the hood covered the sorcerer's face, and the sorcerer was now raising his hands. Merlin really had no idea how to channel his so-called inner magic core, but he was desperate. Merlin yelled the spell and prayed it worked.
"Scearp sharp slitan!" Nothing happened. It was like his magic refused to work.
The sorcerer cried, "Wait-"
Merlin screamed again, "Scearp sharp slitan!" He willed his raw magic to function. His friends were in trouble. His king's soul was shred to pieces. He would do anything to save the people he loved. He was not the child everyone treated him. He was the greatest sorcerer to have ever walked the Earth. And if it meant using dark magic, well so be it.
Maybe it was his anger, his desperation, or both. Or maybe he was fed up with this rescue-mission-turned-manipulation-game. This time the spell channelled through and formed a beam of dancing shadows and flickering light. It projected right into the sorcerer's chest and he hollered in pain. Instantly, the warlock felt his power draining, sucking the life out of him.
His telepathic connection opened, and Morgana's urgent voice filled his mind, "Sorry for not responding sooner. I was caught up in research. So, I didn't find anything about putting souls together yet, but Morgause said she heard about a sorcerer who was obsessed with splitting souls-"
He really had no time for Morgana right now. Nor the strength. The telepathic connection was very weak.
"-so, he may be the culprit of this scheme…. name is Osric… be careful-"
His magic waned. The sorcerer had gone eerily silent and he was aware that Soul Arthur was behind him. He wanted to tell him to go find the knights, but Merlin was getting too tired to even keep his eyes open.
"-he is a master of illusion spells… And even though it drained the life out of him… found a way to overcome it… by being near real objects, objects that haven't been touched by illusion spells… he could regain some of that life energy-"
He could really use a dose of that life energy right now.
"-another feature is that no matter what illusion spell he casts, like black smoke-"
There was an explosion of blinding light and Merlin's magic stopped flowing. The soul had split, the spell was complete. If Merlin could describe what it sounded like, he would say splitting souls was the sound of a thousand stars crashing to the ground.
"-and victims screaming-"
The light faded. Instead of one sorcerer, two figures were laying on the ground, surrounded by a golden aura. The hooded cloak was gone.
"-he always has glowing silver eyes…" Her voice was getting fainter. "Look for a man with glowing silver eyes-" The connection broke off abruptly.
His mind went blank as the exhaustion overtook him. He swayed on the spot, almost collapsing onto the ground. The screaming fell silent. Everywhere, it was quiet, the castle holding its breath.
Merlin listed the things Morgana just told him in his head. Couldn't find a reversal spell yet. Sorcerer with a weird obsession. Tired, but then energized when touching a real-life object. Black smoke. Master of illusion spells. Glowing silver ey-
Glowing silver eyes.
The two figures, where the sorcerer used to be, simultaneously groaned. They were trying to sit up. Golden blonde hair. Matching white nightshirts. Two pairs of sky-blue eyes. Two dazed identical Arthur Pendragons.
His blood ran cold.
The warlock turned around when he heard a deep laugh from behind him. In Soul Arthur's place was a tall man with light brown hair and he wore a black robe and a hood. The man's glowing silver eyes danced with excitement. Struggling to stay awake, Merlin sat down on the stone floor to stabilize his tilting vision.
The man slowly clapped. "Well done, Emrys."
Merlin could only focus on the glowing silver eyes, his heart's rhythm stopped in a state of fear.
"Thank you for splitting Arthur's soul for me."
And end scene. (Me sitting here silently with a popcorn bowl in hand.) Woah, what just happened? I'll bet that some questions will be answered in the next one or two chapters. I mean, unresolved mysteries are no fun.
(Holds out popcorn bowl sheepishly, smiling awkwardly.) Popcorn? Popcorn for your thoughts?