I'm back with another chapter! This time a few hours sooner because I'm going to go to a cinama with my friend tonight and we'll finally see Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children! I can't wait to see Asa Butterfield there! *heart eyes*

CHAPTER 6
The Mysterious Room

"What?" Merlin repeated for the second time because it surely couldn't be true, could it? He absolutely could not, could have never been, the Merlin. The oh so powerful warlock, the greatest sorcerer ever to walk the Earth.

Wait, how did he know that's how they called Merlin? Maybe some of the knowledge he had from the books he read stayed in his head somehow. Agatha told him every book in his room was about Arthur and Merlin and everything else from the legends.

But still, he couldn't be Merlin, could he?

"That can't be right." He mumbled as he looked down and then back up at Agatha's excited face. "How can I be a sorcerer? Magic doesn't even exist!"

"I think you used to believe it did." She smiled at him carefully. "I mean, why would you read so many books about Merlin and Arthur if you didn't even believe in the legends?"

"I don't know, maybe I just liked them!" Merlin exclaimed and then sighed, trying to calm himself down. He rubbed his eyes with his hand and then reached for his coffee to take a sip. Although maybe he would need something stronger. Some alcohol.

The unexpected shriek made him look up though and forget that drink. "A proof! Just now!" Ag pointed at his hand that was still clasped around the coffee mug.

He narrowed his eyes tiredly. "Wh-what?"

"Did you just not see what happened? Didn't you feel it?" She grinned and put her arm down, shifting a bit closer to him on the couch. "You didn't even realize you did that, did you? It was instinctive!"

"Ag, I don't think I follow-"

"You just used magic!" She finally revealed the reason behind her shriek.

And for the fourth time that morning, Merlin repeated, "what?"

"You reached for the coffee, but the mug was too far away, and then it just moved into your prepared hand, on its own!"

Merlin stared at her, then started down at his own hand and fingers wrapped around the warm mug, and he squeezed gently. There was a slight tingling in his fingertips. It felt familiar, although he wasn't sure why. Could it be that Agatha was right?

He slowly looked back up at her. "It did?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed, immediately opening her notepad again and writing down something. Merlin ignored that. Instead, he let go of the mug and looked at his palm, experimentally moving his fingers and trying to feel that tingling sensation again. But it was gone.

Maybe... maybe it felt like that only when he used magic. Why could he not remember?! If it was such a great and important part of his entire life, why the hell didn't his brain cells try to make him remember? But maybe the whole thing about his magic being instinctive was a proof of that – he didn't even have to think about it because he was so used to using it.

"Everything is just so complicated," he mumbled, closing his eyes and then looking up at her. "Why can't I be a normal person?"

"If our theory is true, then you're over a thousand years old, you couldn't be normal even if you tried." She smiled. When he smirked at her, clearly saying he was not amused by her comment, she shifted closer on the couch and added, "let's try again. The magic is inside you and you can use it again, I know you can."

Merlin sighed and after quickly taking a sip of his (not as hot as before) coffee, he nodded nervously. "Alright, let's try."

She took his mug and put it on the edge of the table so Merlin couldn't reach it from where he was sitting. "When I tell you, you'll try to do the same as before."

"Make the mug move across the table into my palm?"

"Exactly." Ag smiled as she sat back down on the couch, right next to Merlin. She looked at the mug and then at Merlin, who was just waiting for her sign to try and use magic again.

And then without any expectation, Agatha reached for the mug and knocked it off the table. It happened all so suddenly, but Merlin was sure it lasted more than a few seconds when he jumped out of his seat with his mouth open and tried to reach the mug with his healthy arm.

To his and Agatha's surprise though, the mug stopped in mid-air and didn't move an inch towards the floor.

"What." Merlin muttered as he frowned and straightened up from his reaching out position above the table.

"This is so incredible." Agatha whispered and immediately stood up, going over to the other side of the table to look at the brown liquid frozen in the air. Then she looked up at Merlin with an amused smile gracing her lips. "I can't believe you just did that!"

"I can't believe it's still working." Merlin replied. And right in that moment the coffee finally succumbed to gravity and the blue mug shattered, while Agatha's legs got stained in the warm liquid.

Her eyes were wide as she looked up.

"Sorry," Merlin apologized, but Ag just started laughing and she didn't stop until Merlin was laughing with her.

And just like that, they both ended up on the floor, right next to the spilled coffee, still laughing, while Merlin was doing his best to try to use magic again and clean it all up.

Agatha was watching him curiously as he reached out his hand to the floor and started concentrating, which he didn't really have to do since his magic was extremely strong. And after a few seconds of trying, the coffee started flowing back towards the mug that was slowly coming back together. Merlin was reversing the effect, and it looked fantastic.

"Incredible," Agatha whispered as she was looking at him. Merlin didn't look at her since he was still concentrating on the sort of spell, but he hummed in response to let her know she should continue. And continue she did. "Did you know that your eyes glow gold while you're using magic?"

Merlin's eyes got wide as he frowned. "Wait, is that normal?" He asked in a little panicked voice, and once the mug was complete again and filled with coffee, he looked at her.

"You're not normal, Merlin." She told him, rolling her eyes. "You're extraordinary." She smiled in return when he smiled at her. "And gold eyes? Totally cool." She added. "And pretty."

"Thanks." He nodded as he stood up again.

"Hey," Agatha looked up at him as she was standing up too. "I forgot to tell you but I need to head back today."

"Back where?" Merlin asked, frowning. Was she leaving? Oh yeah, she didn't actually live in Glastonbury.

"Back home, to Bristol." She said. "I haven't been there in a week and since I have work tomorrow, I figured I should get back."

"Will you return?"

"Sure!" She smiled. "Of course I'll come back, right the next weekend! I can visit you every weekend if you want, I know I'd love that. After all, I promised to help you and I haven't really done that yet-"

"You've helped me already."

She smiled at him as she nodded. "And I should continue to do so. Starting with the locked extra room in your bedroom, I probably haven't told you, but I found a hollow book with a key inside and I'm pretty sure it's from that door."

"Really?" Merlin tried to look excited, but he was feeling more nervous. What could they possibly find in that room? It must have been locked for a reason, and if Agatha found the key in a hollow book, the room surely had to be important somehow. Who knew what could be inside.

"You don't seem very enthusiastic about this." Agatha pointed out when she noticed his emotions started playing on his face.

Merlin focused his eyes back on her and swallowed visibly. "No, no I'm... I'm thrilled." He lied. And apparently he was a terrible liar because Agatha gave him a bitch face for that.

"Liar." She uttered. "You're nervous, aren't you?"

"To be honest-"

Merlin's answer was interrupted by a call from the outside that they heard because the door to the garden from the living room was open. They both paused and went silent, but then someone yelled something again.

"Anyone there?" The voice called. "Hello?"

As Agatha went outside through the door in the living room, she recognised that voice. She couldn't hear her yet because of the high walls around the garden, but she could see the top of her friend's black haired head.

Merlin followed her outside as well and hesitantly walked over to the gate. Agatha was already there, smiling at someone. As Merlin was coming closer, the face of the visitor was slowly uncovering.

"Hi," the strange black haired girl smiled at him when he stopped in front of her. Agatha took his keys and opened the gate in the meantime.

"Hello," Merlin replied. For some reason, this person seemed... familiar. He couldn't place her though, and she looked lovely.

"This is Merlin," Agatha introduced him to her friend. "And Merlin, this is my friend, M-"

"Sorry, Ag, I'm really in a hurry," Agatha's nameless friend interrupted her as she looked down at her watch. "I've been trying to call you, but you haven't been answering."

"I- I guess I couldn't hear the phone?" Agatha frowned.

"Never mind. I'm already late." The girl sighed. Then she fished her keys out from her bag and handed one of them to Agatha's opened palm. "Here's the spare key to my place, your things are still in there, and I know you're going away today, but I won't be there to say goodbye."

"You won't?" Agatha asked with a slightly disappointed expression. Her friend just shook her head.

"I'm really sorry, but I need to go right now. So... goodbye." She smiled as she quickly hugged Agatha. Then without another word, she half ran and half walked back to her car and left.

"Wow," Merlin breathed out. "You have a really nice friend."

"Sorry, she was in a hurry," Agatha turned to him as she closed the gate again.

"Yeah, I heard." Merlin smirked. Suddenly Agatha's face saddened and she gently touched his hip to let him know they should return to the house. They slowly began to walk back to the living room.

"She was right though," Agatha continued. "I should really get going, it's going to take almost two hours before I get to Bristol." She mused out loud. "So let's go to the room," she suddenly smiled and headed right for the stairs. "I can't wait to uncover that secret any longer, and certainly not a week."

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Agatha was first in Merlin's room, and she couldn't blame Merlin for taking so long to get there too. After all he was nervous about all of this and he was still limping a bit. But she just couldn't help but to feel excited beyond belief.

She was glad Merlin and her have become friends over the last week that he'd spent in the hospital. She didn't have many friends, but she loved to socialize and help people. Merlin was the perfect example of that. Had she not been there to call the police, he would have died.

"Come on," she called after him as she started looking at the mess she's left on the floor. Books, old photos, and her dead phone – so that's why she couldn't hear the calls! - and more books. One of which she recognized as the hollow one.

"Are you sure you want to do this today?" Merlin asked one more time as he stepped inside the room and hesitantly moved towards the mysterious door.

Agatha took the key out of the fake book and turned to look at Merlin. "It might help you remember, you know that."

"Yeah, but if I'm the real Merlin and have lived for over a thousand years... maybe it's a good thing that I've forgotten everything about it. I can see now why I led such a lonely life." He looked down, not expecting Agatha to come closer to him and smile up at him.

"Don't worry." She assured him. "If it's too much, we can always stop and leave it for the next week or the one after that. Whatever suits you the best, but sooner or later you'll have to open the door and get some answers."

"Alright," Merlin shrugged. Agatha nodded and smiled, finally connecting the little key with the keyhole in the door. She turned the key and the lock clicked, indicating it was finally open.

Agatha almost stopped breathing when she pushed the door open, she was so excited! Honestly, this was the most adventure she's had ever in her life. Probably because it included a car crash and amnesia of her best friend while every other adventure she'd had was either a party with high school friends or the first week she spent in Bristol after moving there from Oxford.

When the door was open, the room appeared to be a little bit dark. Merlin didn't seem he wanted to do the first move, so Agatha slowly entered the room and tried to palpate the light switch, but there wasn't any. She frowned as she opened the door completely and realized that the only source of light in this room were the windows that were closed and covered in some cloth.

She looked back at Merlin, but he only shrugged, not saying anything, so Agatha walked across the room to open the windows by herself.

Once there was a little more light, she gasped. This room was almost entirely different from the rest of the house. It looked like some medieval room or something because the floor as well as everything else was made of wood.

There was a staircase on the right side with books everywhere and a little table in the middle with another widow and another door on the other side of the room. The door looked very old and also made of wood, and when she looked through it, she could see a simple low bed with a box next to it serving as a bedside table.

She walked all the way there and frowned when she turned to the window and saw... well, not what she was supposed to see. From this angle, she'd probably see where the road around the lake was leading and maybe the hill she was standing on when she saw the car crash. But what she saw was a shining picture of a city full of little houses with smoke coming up from many chimneys.

Now when she thought about it, that window wasn't even supposed to be there because from the outside of the house it wasn't there either. But the picture looked so vivid and real and it was moving.

Magic was definitely involved somehow, but probably some spell that Merlin didn't have to think about all the time. Maybe some curse then.

Agatha walked out of the tiny room and down the three little stairs back to their mysterious room, which now looked pretty small compared to the other rooms.

"I have no idea what is this supposed to be," she sighed as she looked up at Merlin. To her surprise though, Merlin's eyes were filled with tears as he was looking around the strange room. His breaths were short and he looked very upset.

Agatha quickly took his healthy hand into hers and made him look down at her. "Hey, it's okay," she smiled with clear concern showing in her voice. "We can go back, just tell me and we'll come back next week or the one after that or whenever you think you're ready, okay?"

Merlin nodded as he swallowed the lump in his throat. His voice was very quiet. "It looks so familiar and I feel like this means everything to me, but I can't remember what," he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek. He looked up at the used candles on the old tables with benches around and closed his eyes tightly. "It's... it's very important to me. My family-" he took a shuddering breath and opened his eyes again, looking down at Agatha.

"Shh, we'll come back later." She smiled up at him and led him out of the room. She closed the door but left it unlocked, putting the key into her pocket.

After Merlin calmed down, about half an hour later, Agatha gathered everything she'd left around the house and said her goodbye. She really needed to get back to Bristol, and to her own life. Although she'd love it if her life was filled with Merlin's mysteries and magic and the mystic feeling she got whenever she visited Glastonbury.

She quickly arrived at her friend's place to pack the rest of her things, and after that, she left Glastonbury and Merlin and the craziest thing that's ever happened to her behind.

TBC

The room inside Merlin's room is supposed to be Gaius' chambers with Merlin's old room if anyone didn't get it! :D Also, who do you think Ag's friend is? I tried so hard to avoid her name until now and you'll have to wait a few chapters to meet her again and finally get to know her (with Arthur there too!). It's not really that hard to guess, so I guess it won't be a big surprise though :/