Chapter 16
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Author's note: Ok so this chapter is sort of a songfic. The first time it changes to Angela's point of view, the theme is to "Blood Bank" by Bon Iver and "Skinny Love" by Bon Iver. So while your reading, I suggest you play the songs just to get a feel of whats going on. This reason I suggest this is because I want you to understand whats going on on a deeper level. Thanks :)
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Three days later...
Arthur walked along the castle, heading towards his room. He passed Gwen in the hallway. "Arthur?" He stopped at her voice. "Is something troubling you?" She asked.
"How so?" He responded.
"You just seem deep in thought." Gwen asked.
"Oh no. Nothing is troubling me."
"Alright then." Gwen turned to leave.
"It's just Merlin..." He looked at Gwen who turned back around. "Something isn't right. I think something's the matter with him. He's been a bit off these past few days. It started around the time Morgana left. He practically hasn't said anything." He replied. "It's not like him."
Arthur turned agitated. "I mean he's quiet, respectful, he does his chores without complaining, if you even call what he does chores. Half the time he doesn't do them properly." He ranted on. "He's on time, hardworking. He hasn't said a single insult or sarcastic comment at all and it's driving me MAD!"
"No, that doesn't sound like him at all." She couldn't stop the smile on her face at the fact that Arthur did care about him. "Why don't you ask him?" Arthur thought about it for a moment.
"You think I should?" He asked.
"You may think he's clumsy and a terrible servant but he does have a heart, Arthur. And as much as you'd like to deny it, I know deep down you do care about him." Gwen gave him her warmest smile. He smiled back. He knew she was right.
He placed his hands on her shoulders. "Thank you, Gwen. You always say the right thing." He gave her a light kiss on the cheek that made her blush. Arthur headed towards his chambers. He entered his room to see Merlin on the flooring cleaning. He walked over to his table when Merlin didn't even look up.
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Merlin cleaned Arthur's floors vigorously. He focused hard on the dirty stone so he could keep his thoughts occupied. Arthur was standing by his table, fixing the kinks in his helmet. He took notice of his servant's behavior. Again, something seemed off about Merlin. He had his eyes fixed on the floor while he scrubbed roughly, not saying a single word. It puzzled Arthur. It wasn't like him to be so silent.
Arthur set down his helmet. He walked over to where Merlin was scrubbing and stopped right in front of him. Merlin looked up awkwardly to see him with hands on his hips and that look Arthur always gave him. It was disapproving yet concerned. Light but serious. Merlin shifted uncomfortably on the floor. "Is there something bothering you, sire?"
Yes. You're bothering me." He responded and folded his arms.
Merlin tried think of what he could have done wrong. "All right, so I was a little late..." Arthur still glared wordlessly at him. "What?" He asked slightly annoyed.
"What's on your mind, Merlin?" Arthur asked in a more light tone.
"What? Nothing. Nothing's on my mind. Why would something be on my mind?" Merlin said casually as he began to once more scrub the floors intensely.
"You can't fool me, Merlin. You haven't said a word all morning. I can tell something's the matter and don't bother trying to hide it. I can always tell when you lying to me."
"Oh really?" Merlin smiled.
"Odd as it may sound, I like your usual babbling. It sort of... relaxes me." Arthur responded. "Now tell me what's wrong before I beat it out of you." He said quickly.
Merlin stood up from the floor. "Why? Are you concerned for my well being?" He did his best to retort. Arthur rolled his eyes. "I'm fine, Arthur." He walked over to the table and picked up Arthur's helmet. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about Angela. He hadn't seen her at all these past few days. He was avoiding her. Merlin paced the floor as he fidgeted with the helmet, not paying attention to what he was doing. Arthur watched curiously. All Merlin could think about was the secret she was keeping from him. And if she was lying to him about this, what else was she hiding?
Ten seconds had passed as Merlin paced the floors like a tiger in his cage. "Merlin, are you sure you're alright?" Arthur asked slightly amused. Merlin stopped with his hands on the table and thought for a second. "I'm pacing." He answered then continued to pace. "I can see that." Arthur replied.
"A man who is alright doesn't pace." He said
"Then what's wrong?"
"I'm..." He let out a sign and scratched his forehead.. "..wrestling with a problem..." Merlin answered reluctantly. The words just sort of came out. Merlin was too busy thinking to care. "Would you like to share this problem?"Arthur asked. Merlin looked back at Arthur and smiled. He was amused. He leaned against the table.
Arthur was NOT good at dealing with these kind of problems.
Flash back:
"I wish to make a proclamation of love." Arthur said.
"Really? I thought you wanted to keep your feelings a secret." Merlin asked.
"Why would I want to do that?" Arthur replied. "So I need your help expressing my feelings."
Merlin just stared back at him. "How do I express my feelings?" Arthur asked impatiently.
"Oh I see... Um... Feelings." Merlin stated.
"Feelings." Arthur mimicked.
"Girls."
"Girls." Arthur echoed.
"Flowers?" Merlin suggested.
Arthur perked up. "Excellent. Find some. Perhaps you should also send a note. Something moving. Something from the heart. Something... You'll think of something." Arthur walked away.
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"Sometimes two heads are better than one." said Arthur standing next to Merlin, both leaning against the table.
"Yes. But not when one of them is yours." Merlin retorted. Arthur laughed at his insult and punched him in the shoulder. "Ow." Merlin smiled but then went back to having that glazed look in his eyes.
"Glad you're getting back to your old self again." Arthur said sarcastically then turned serious. "Look Merlin... I know I may only be your master but over the years, you've become... more than just my servant. To be honest, you're the closest thing I have to a friend. You've been there for me so many times when I needed someone. Let me at least return the favor." Merlin just looked at him. He wasn't sure what to say for a moment. Arthur never expressed his feelings to him. "I might not be able to help but I could listen." said Arthur.
Merlin hesitated. "It's Angela." He paused. "She's keeping something from me. I saw her late at night with D'Artagnan. I heard them agree to keep whatever they were doing a secret from me." Merlin was pained. "Seeing her... in the middle of the night with someone else... I didn't know what to think." He looked at Arthur. Arthur looked back.
"You know Merlin, sometimes people keep secrets from the ones they care about for very good reasons." Arthur answered. Merlin thought about himself. He did keep his magic from Arthur for a very good reason. Maybe Arthur was right.
"When did you become so wise?" Merlin joked.
"One of us has to be and it definitely isn't you, Merlin." Arthur retorted and playfully nudged Merlin's shoulder with his. Merlin smiled.
"What should I do?" He asked him.
Arthur replied, "Go talk to her." Merlin didn't do or say anything so Arthur glared at him.
"What? Now?" Merlin asked.
"Yes, NOW! I can manage on my own for a bit. If anyone asks I'll just say you were at the tavern." He said with an irritated tone. "That is where you spend most of your time, isn't it?" Merlin only looked suspiciously at him.
"Why the nice guy facade? It isn't like you." Disbelief clearly spread across his handsome face.
Arthur turned sarcastic. "I can't have a servant walking around like a love-sick puppy." Arthur turned angry. "Things don't get done properly." He directed Merlin's attention to his breakfast.
"Ah." Was all Merlin had to say at the burnt bread and moldy cheese.
"Now get out before I change my mind." Arthur tried to sound harsh but Merlin knew he wasn't.
Merlin smiled and trotted out of the room, with his pack in hand. He ran home to find Angela. When he arrived, Gauis told him she went out so he decided to search for her. Merlin was going to leave but the wooden dragon his father made for him caught his eye. It was sitting on the window sill near the cupboard. He walked over to the window, picked it up and placed it carefully in his pocket. He ran outside and throughout the castle halls searching. He passed Gwaine and Percival in the training grounds. "Hey Gwaine, have you seen Angela?"
"Actually I have. She passed by here not too long ago. She headed in that direction." Gwaine answered and pointed towards the woods.
Merlin was about to take off but Percival placed a hand on his shoulder. "Merlin...She looked upset. Is everything alright?" This worried Merlin.
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"I just have to find her." Merlin replied then disappeared in the treeline.
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Three days was a long time even though it passed by in a flash. It seemed like a lifetime ago since I had that mysterious conversation with the Merlin from the future. I didn't see my Merlin since I last spoke with him the day before that either. I was feeling exhausted. I hadn't slept for over 72 hours. Fear kept me awake all three nights but also Arthur's words echoed loudly in my thoughts. "Merlin. Why are you doing this? She doesn't love you." "This isn't her." "You know what happens if she opens that necklace." "Her destiny is a lot greater than yours."I caught myself daydreaming again. What could he possibly mean by that?
I was starting to get a headache thinking about it. I could feel my burning eyes getting heavy and the dark circles that accompanied them. And yet the thought of having another vision if I gave into sleep, haunted me. D'Artagnan, or Future Arthur, was constantly sneaking away, secretly meeting Merlin(Future). He said he'd be gone and wouldn't be back until sometime next week, but he was always popping in and out unexpectedly. Gauis didn't have anything for me to do so I told him I needed to be alone and then I left.
I found myself wandering around the city. My head was hurting. At first I thought it could be another vision but It was just stress. All these injuries and no sleep. It was taking a toll on me. I ended up in the jousting arena. It reminded me of when I used to wander through my high school bleachers back home...Home. I never really thought about home. To be honest, I almost forgot about it. I missed it. My house, the sidewalks, the paved roads.
How was I supposed to get back? Or better yet, did I really want to go back? This place was taking me into deeper thoughts and it hurt. Thinking about home caused my headache to return. So I left. I passed the training grounds. Gwaine and Percival were dueling. When I glanced in their direction, they were staring at me with concerned faces. Who knows what they saw on my face. Wanting to avoid them, I headed into the woods. What better place of solitude then an endless jungle of trees? It seemed like the only place where I could be at peace. I walked for miles, knowing full well I was pretty deep into the forest.
It felt nice to get away. I wasn't surrounded by anything that reminded me of where I was, or what had happened to me. For all I knew, there was no time, just quiet. I climbed a tall hill and leaned against a large tree. I stared at the valley below. Something about it seemed familiar.
Tears formed in my eyes.
When you experience a trauma, your mind will create mental walls to protect itself. Like a dam that holds back an ocean, this mental wall inside me held back my emotions. I could feel that wall cracking, slowly letting the contents seep through. I felt alone. The tears began to fall down my cheeks.
I pulled out my necklace and studied it, hoping I could distract myself. I stroked it's shiny silver. Something tingled inside my heart. I could feel it tugging at my insides. Something was stirring inside of me. I heard it whisper my name... "Angela." I felt the urge to open it. I don't know why the thought of my father swirled in my head. My eyes began to burn like they were on fire. It kept pulling and drawing me deeper into it. I lifted my hand slowly, giving in to the urge that so strongly clasped my burning mind. I could feel it reaching out. Something deep inside me wanted to be let out. Freed. My finger about to touch it. My head was on fire. "Angela" It called my name once more. I heard footsteps behind me and the spell was broken. Everything I felt snapped shut like a reflex. I dropped my necklace. My face felt wet. Where did the tears come from? I tried to compose myself.
I knew who it was. The footsteps got louder and louder until he walked up to where I was standing. "Can I join you?" He asked and I answered with a slight nod. He stood next to me.
"Who were you talking to?" Merlin asked me. "What?" I got slightly nervous. I hope he didn't suspect anything.
"You were mumbling something about time."
"It was nothing." I replied quickly. I wiped away a fallen tear. An unbearable silence echoed between us. I spoke to break the dead air. "How did you know where to find me?" I asked looking straight ahead, not meeting his gaze.
"Just a hunch." He followed my gaze to the lonely valley. "Did you know that this is the spot I'd come to when I needed to be alone?" said Merlin
"Really?" I sniffed.
"It's also the place where we first met." A look of disbelief spread across my face as I glanced at him. "Funny coincidence isn't it?" Merlin answered. "It's strange..."
"That is strange. I have this sense of recognition. Like I know this place." I answered. "I mean, I know I've been here before but it's more than that. It's familiar to me." Once I stopped talking, I focused hard on keeping that mental dam contained. I felt strained and tired.
"Are you alright? You look tired."
"I haven't been getting much sleep." I shivered. Merlin pulled out a blanket from his pack and wrapped it around my shoulders.
"Thank you." I tried to smile but It didn't quite make it to my eyes.
"It's more than that though, Isn't it? I can see it in your eyes." Merlin responded. I looked at him.
"I was just thinking about my father." I lied.
"You miss him?"
"I never knew him." I replied. "So many times I'd ask my mother why I didn't have a father or what happened to him but she never told me anything about him. I guess the memories of him brought her too much pain. All I know is he left before I was born. It felt like he never existed. All those times I felt alone."
"I'm sorry." Merlin answered. "I know what that's like... Living without a father. I never knew mine either."
"What happened...?" I asked.
"Before I was born, Uther sent out a decree for his arrest because he had magic. My father was forced to flee from home in order to keep my mother safe." I could almost hear a hint of resentment in his voice. "He never even knew he had a son." He must hate Uther for banishing his father. I thought to myself. "I got to meet him though." Merlin smiled. "He was a great man. He was smart, perceptive and clever. He never showed weakness. He had an unwavering loyalty to his kindred."
"What happened to him?" I said.
Merlin hesitated. I hated when people hesitate. "He died saving my life." Merlin replied.
"He sounded like a wonderful man." I placed my hand on his. I wished there was something I could do.
We didn't say anything a few moments.
"Tell me about your life. What was your home like?" He asked.
"You would've loved it. There were so many wonderful things there. The lights and people, the clothes, the running." I couldn't keep from smiling when I talked about home. "The clear blue rivers and the ponds. There were buildings as tall as Camelot and higher. There was dancing and music." I stopped for a second. "Ugh and Bathrooms." I released a sign of longing.
"A whole room just for taking a bath?" Merlin smiled a wide grin at me.
I laughed at his disbelief. "Yes."
"It sounds wonderful." Merlin replied.
"It was." I couldn't help the sadness that creeped inside me.
"You must miss it."
"I've been gone so long, I hardly remember it. Like it was just a dream. My town, my home... My mother." I said. "I can't even remember what she looks like. The memories are so vague. They're fading as if that's all they were...memories. Nothing more...Not real, just memories." I felt another mental crack. "I feel so lost." I cried. "My life never made sense. It never felt real. Being here it just makes all the more confusing. All these strange and terrible yet beautiful things are happening to me but I'm getting lost in all this chaos. Nothing makes any sense. The person I thought I was, doesn't seem to be real. I don't know who I am anymore." I said staring painfully into space trying so hard to keep the tears contained.
Merlin reached into his pocket, pulled out a small wooden-carved dragon and then faced me. "My father made this for me... before he died." He studied it. Merlin offered it to me. "I want you to have it."
"Oh Merlin, I can't accept this..."
Merlin interrupted, "After he died, I thought I'd lost him forever. This reminded me that I wasn't alone and that he would always be with me." He said. "When I look into your eyes now, I can see that a part of you is missing." He looked at me. "But You're not alone." Fresh salty tears poured from my eyes as he placed his hand on my cheek. "I want you to have it so when you look at it, always know that I'm here, that you're not alone."
Merlin took my hand, placed the dragon in my palm then enclosed his fingers around mine, tightening my grip on the dragon. He looked in my watery eyes, his hands still gently wrapped around mine. I lifted my eyes from our hands and looked into his sparkling blue iris'. I pulled his hands close to my chest. Our faces so close I could feel his cool breathe brush my cheeks. He slowly leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek as tears escaped my eyes. I nuzzled against him and he wrapped his arms around me. I stood there for one never ending moment. I laid my head on his chest and he rested his head on mine. I felt safe and protected. I could stand here forever. My worries didn't seem as insurmountable.
My tired body finally caught up with me. My eyes drooped and my body shut down.
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Whatever suspicions Merlin had about Angela, he chose to put them aside. He knew if she cared for him, then she deserved his trust. The rest didn't matter to him anymore. She pulled his hands close to her chest. Merlin leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek as tears leaked from her eyes. She nuzzled against him and he wrapped his arms around her. His thoughts and questions just melted away. She laid her head against his chest and he rested his head on hers. For one moment he stood there holding her. Then he felt her body go limp. He realized she must have been extremely tired. He laid her down next to him so very gently. He stared at her sleeping body for some time until he finally gave into sleep.
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I didn't have any visions. I had a dreamless sleep until it was interrupted.
Static burst through my sleep. That man in the business suit and glasses flashed into sight. His body was distorted. He was trying to say something but that sentence whispered in my mind again... "time and relative dimension in space" My dream flashes with static. He kept saying the same thing over and over again like it was a message replaying. "I'm coming." He said. "time and relative dimension in space" "I'm coming!"
I heard the sound of birding chirping. Secure arms tightened around me and I felt the pressure of tender fingers around my hand. "Mm..." I was still partly asleep. I struggled to get my eyes open.
"Good morning." Merlin whispered gently. My mind was still a little fuzzy. I tried to get my sluggish brain to work. I looked up at him curiously. "Hello" Merlin teased. He beamed down at me with a grin that only made me smile back wider.
It was morning already. "We stayed out all night." I mumbled and rested my head back on his shoulder, not wanting to get back up.
"Yes we did." He replied. The thought hit me. I bolted up and gasped. "We stayed out all night!"
He looked at me and we both laughed. I yawned and stretched my stiff muscles.
"We should get back. Gauis will be worried." I said. "And don't you have to be at Arthur's at..." I looked at the sun's position. "About 2 hours ago?" His face went from happy to shock.
"He's going to kill me." Merlin answered sorrowfully. He groaned,"Come on." He jumped up and pulled his pack over his shoulder.
"What and walk all the way back to Camelot? We won't be back for at least 3 hours." I told him.
"Then we'll have to run." He smiled at me just before extending his hand. I smiled back and took it without hesitating. We took off in the direction of the grand city. We laughed as we leaped over logs and creeks. He tripped many times but no matter what, we never let go of each others' hands. We ran for many miles but eventually, running turned into jogging. And jogging into walking, and by the time we reached the gates, the guards could see a woman being carried on the back of a man with a red shirt, blue scarf and brown jacket.
We were so beat. Merlin was panting. I was going to faint again. "Merlin..." I panted. "You can put me down now."
"No! I told you... I would carry you... all... the way.. to Camelot. And a warlock..." He said in between breathes. He stopped to breathe. "...doesn't break his promises." We took about ten steps and reached the training grounds just outside the city walls.
"Does this count as Camelot?"
"Yes." The moment I replied, he dropped to his knees and then to the ground. I rolled off of him. Merlin rolled on his back. He looked at me and smiled. "We made it!" He said and let out all the air in his lungs. "And...in under 2 hours I might add."
I held my fist to him for a fist bump. "What!" He looked at me funny. "It's a custom we do back home. You bump fists as a kind of celebration or sometimes used as a greeting." He smirked then bumped my fist with his. I grinned back. "You have strange customs." He answered.
I could tell he was weirded out but he liked it. It made me laugh. I sat up to soak up the beautiful sun. "If you only knew the things we did back home." I smiled at the thoughts that went with that statement. He laid there for a moment trying to get his breaths back.
"Merlin." I said with my eyes still closed basking in the sun.
He turned his head towards me. "Yes."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" I crawled closer to him.
"The fact that you're even more beautiful in the sun." They way he said it wasn't dishonest or fake. It was genuine. And that's what I loved about him. He never said anything he didn't mean.
I brushed his black hair our of his sparkling eyes. He took my hand and kissed it. "Merlin."
"Yes." He said being cheeky.
I was going to talk but the ruckus of guards distracted me. We both turned to see guards and people running around everywhere. "What's going on?" I asked.
"I don't know. But I'd like to find out." Merlin answered. He helped me up. "Excuse me." He said to one of the people rushing by. "What's going on? Why is everyone rushing about?"
"Haven't you heard?" The women replied.
"Heard what?"
"The castle has been attacked." She said and ran off. I could see Merlin's expression quickly turn to worry. "I need to find Arthur."
"Angela!" Someone called my name and I turned around. It was D'Artagnan. "I need to speak with you." He glanced at Merlin. "Alone."
I looked at Merlin. "You find Arthur. I'll go back home and tell Gauis we're alright. I'll meet you there later."
"I can't. I'll be working for Arthur all day. The only break I'll get is when the king is dining."
"Ah but that means other rooms will be empty." I implied.
"Sounds good to me. I'll meet YOU in the armory at 6:00." We both smiled and I watched him run off. Once Merlin was gone, I turned to Arthur, "D'Artagnan, what's going on?"
"Come, this way." He turned and I followed.
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He ran, his heart beating faster as adrenaline built up inside him. I can't believe I wasn't here. Someone could have hurt. What if Arthur's hurt? What if he's..? No he wouldn't think thoughts like that. Arthur was fine. He just needed to find him.
He ran through the castle halls. He burst through Arthur's bedroom doors. "Arthur!"
"Merlin! Don't you know how to knock?" Merlin looked over to see Arthur and Gwen. Merlin let out a breathe of relief. "And where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you." He noticed Gwen attending to a large wound on his arm. "Arthur, what happened?"
"While you were out who knows where doing who knows what, I was attacked."
"Attacked? By who?"
"I don't know. I didn't see his face. He ran before I could get a look at him." Arthur responded.
"What do you think he wanted?" Merlin asked.
"Well by the state of my arm, I don't think it was about tea and crumpets." He said sarcastically.
"This is my fault. I should have been here." Merlin worried.
"Don't be ridiculous, Merlin. You weren't the one who tried to kill Arthur." Gwen said.
But he was almost killed. That's what worried him. What if it was Morgana or that dark sorcerer? What if they were the ones behind the attack? Merlin couldn't believe he wasn't there to stop it. Arthur could have been killed... "You didn't answer my question." Arthur broke his thoughts.
"What?"
"Where have you been?" Merlin opened his mouth in am "um" to explain.
"Never mind. You were probably just in the tavern like always." Arthur interrupted. He stormed out of the room.
"Merlin, where were you? I was really worried about you." Gwen asked.
"I was with Angela. We were in the forest. It got late and we sort of... fell asleep." He smiled innocently at her. "We walked back this morning."
"Where is she now?"
"She's with D'Artagnan." Merlin answered.
"That's strange. He was missing all morning too. He turned up right after the attack."
Merlin started, "I wonder where he"
"Merlin!" Arthur shouted.
Merlin rolled his eyes. "Duty calls." He gave a mock smile and ran out to find his master.
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I went back to Gauis' and told him Merlin and I were alright. Gauis' ran out saying he had to tend to Arthur and that he'd be back later that day. I pulled (future) Arthur into Merlin's room and shut the door.
"Arthur, what's going on?"
"It's Morgana."
"Morgana? What about her? Isn't she on some journey to the Cardians village?"
"That's the thing. She isn't going where she said she was going to go. Ever since we heard about Mordred's plans to destroy Camelot, Merlin has kept a close eye on her. He has many contacts in the outline villages. One of them said she went in the opposite direction AND that she wasn't alone. They described this person as a dark hooded figure." I knew who it was. "Mordred." I answered.
"Last Merlin heard from his contact, they were heading south into nomad lands."
"Why would they go there?" I asked.
"We think they're searching for something. But whatever it is, it can't be good." Arthur replied.
"Do you know anything about the attack on the castle?"
"No, I was with Merlin at the time." He stopped to think. "Where were you?"
I looked away. "I was with Merlin too."
"No need to further explain." He teased.
"We should talk to Merlin about this." I said
"Which one?" He smiled at me.
"Future Merlin." I replied.
"I have to meet him in a little bit."
"Let me come with you. I want to speak with him." I said.
"You can't. It could draw suspicion. He doesn't want you suspected for anything." Arthur replied. "I should go."
"So soon?" I responded.
"I'll be back shortly. It won't take too long."
"Well what are we going to do about Morgana and Mordred?" I asked. I was getting tired. Even though I sleep all last night, I still felt overexerted, weak, and exhausted. "We wait." He replied. "Don't worry everything will be fine." He told me and then left.
That day passed in a blur. Exhaustion mixed with anxiety built inside of me. I strained my body to fight against it. Finally six o'clock came. It was close to dawn. I left the little hut to meet Merlin. I walked through the halls of the grand castle. I turned a corner and just down the hallway was the armory. I suddenly felt chilly. I looked down to see my time piece glowing. Pressure built on my heart and chest. I leaned against the wall for support. I heard footsteps and Merlin calling my name. My fingertips started to tingle and my head began to pound as a piercingly loud ringing pulsed in my ears. My hands clutched my head and I gasped from the pain rising inside of me. Black dots formed on my vision. The ringing and the pounding grew louder and louder until it was unbearable. I let out a cry of pain. My vision blurry from tears. My whole body started to tremble. The pain increased as if someone was drilling a hole straight into my skull getting deeper and deeper. I screamed. I tasted blood as it dripped from my nose. My vision suddenly went white and I was aware of the world around me no more.
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Merlin was making his way to the armory when he saw D'Artagnan. He called his name and it startled him. D'Artagnan looked up at him with shocked eyes for the shortest of seconds then quickly changed his facial expression to a cool. "What are you doing here, Merlin?"
"I was meeting Angela. What were you doing here?"
"I was taking a stroll." He said without hesitation. Maybe next time he would catch him off-guard. "Alright, have a good night."
"You too." He replied. Merlin turned the corner and saw Angela leaning against the wall. He called her name in a worried tone and ran up to her. She clutched her head tightly. She was having another vision. She yelled, tears falling from her cheeks. Her body began to tremble and shake. She screamed again. Her nose started bleeding. Her teary eyes opened and stared into nothing. She clutched at her heart. It looked like she couldn't breathe. Then, as if her body shut down, she fell to the ground unconscious. Merlin dropped to his knees besides her. She wasn't breathing. Blood dripped from her nose and ears. He quickly checked for a pulse. He found none. Her heart had stopped. "D'Artagnan!" He shouted, panic rising deep inside of him.
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Somewhere in the village of Maastricht.
Two hooded figures, on black horses, rode into a small run down village. As they reached the inner city, they were met with horror beyond all imagination. Bodies lay everywhere. Women, men and children lay still and motionless on the ground.
"Where are we?" Morgana asked.
"The village of Maastricht." The dark sorcerer responded. He stepped off his horse in front of an old shack. "What happened to these people?" Morgana asked.
Mordred ignored her question. "Stay here. Do not come until I say so." He stepped inside the old house. A few minutes later, he called her name. Morgana entered the house. It had no windows. She turned a corner and saw Mordred outside a doorway. He gestured her inside the room. It was very dark but she could clearly see the bodies of a women, and two children lying dead on the ground. A figure lurked in the shadows of the room. Mordred stepped up behind her. His evil grin spread wide across his face. "I'd like you to meet someone." The shadow slowly stepped into the light. The sun hit his face and his identity was discovered. Only one word dwelt in her thoughts. D'Artagnan!
So I told myself I was not going to be one of those writers who just got lazy and didnt post new chapters until months later... But it didn't work out so well. To be completely honest, School has been SO hectic. I'm EXPLTREMELY behind and I only have 3 weeks left. It's pushing me over the edge. Ok i'm done making excuses. I'll try better next chapter. :)
The scene at the beginning with Arthur and Merlin and Gwen... I know it might be a little OFC(Out of character). I know it wasn't like them to talk about feelings and stuff but I had to write that scene. When you're writing a fanfic sometimes you have to change the characters a bit to fit it in with what your developing. Hope you guys don't mind. ;) But I do have to say if you've seen Season 4 there is A LOT of feelings and Merlin/Arthur heart-to-heart friendship scenes.
SoooOOOooo the question is... What part does the the younger evil D'Artagnan have to play in Mordred's plans?