YEAH, NO SLASH (PARADOX LOL)

Disclaimer : I don't own Merlin. If I did, I'd explode. And publish this as a book.
Warning : Set after season four, Reveal fic
May Contain : A band of Floofs, UNICORNS, Terribly written spells, Cliffhangers to annoy the heck out of you, Aithusaaaaa (and Kilgharrah), Catboy!Merlin, King Arthur Pratdragon, the Knights of Camelot, GWAINE, EEEEVIL, Morgana, FLUFFINESS, and a whole lot of MAGIC~
I'm really sorry if anything hinders your headcanons!
Thank you to anyone who gives me ideas to mutilate to my sadistic preferences!

I'm being slow ;_; I know... it's still writer's block. IT WON'T LEAVE GWAH so, yeah... have a short little chappie c: together, we can beat the block.

The Druid camp was just over a small hill, enchanted so you wouldn't notice it unless you knew it was there, or if it was pointed out to you.

Arthur stood staring at it, taking in the children running around and their smiling parents. It was a lot like any other happy village; there was no spontaneous bickering, no one was arguing, everyone had food and a home. The only difference was the heartbreaking fear in each of their eyes.

How could he have annihilated so many villages just like this one?

Merlin was walking to the largest tent, the one with the leader standing patiently in front, but his ear flickered when he didn't hear his King following. He calmly turned around and stood beside his master, gently initiating conversation.

"Are you coming, Arthur?"

Arthur said nothing, following a young boy with his eyes as he shyly approached a girl his age. The girl had soft brown hair braided down her back. She looked very sweet. The boy stood beside the tent, slightly behind her, frozen with nerves. Arthur wanted to call to him, to tell him that he had to try, that he'd never get accepted if he didn't even give her a chance to meet him...

Oh.

Arthur took a step forwards. "I'm coming."

Merlin glanced at the two children, smiling in understanding. He followed his friend into the large tent that a smiling Druid held open.

The leader of the Druids, Terrowin, was of slightly below average build, and looked like he couldn't hold his own in battle for very long. His grey eyes, however, held an immense power and confidence.

"Arthur Pendragon," he uttered, his smooth voice running across them like silk, "We are honoured to finally meet you."

Arthur bowed his head in respect. "The honour is all mine."

Terrowin smiled and turned to Merlin. "Emrys," he greeted, eyes flickering momentarily to the twitching ears above his black hair.

Merlin grinned. "Terrowin."

The Druid sat down on a log, motioning for the others to do the same on the log opposite him. "What have we to discuss?"

"Morgana is rising," Arthur said, searching the older man's face hopefully for any signs of help.

Terrowin's face was a mask. "Nothing is new, then."

"We believe she has a new weapon," Arthur started uncertainly, glancing at his manservant for help. He really didn't understand much on the matter.

Merlin tried not to smile at the helpless look Arthur gave him. He stored away the memory so he could bug the King about it later. "She has something powerful helping her; something that can heal the most fatal of wounds."

"Something that can take over Camelot," Arthur added.

Merlin nodded "It wouldn't be difficult."

Terrowin nodded slowly, letting the news sink in. There had been a time when the witch had had potential, when he and any other Druid clan would have gladly taken her in to train her. Unfortunately, Uther had not had it so, and Morgana had only learned about one side of magic. Very few wanted anything to do with the anger-driven sorceress anymore.

"And what is our part in this?"

"Well—" Merlin began, but he was interrupted by a ragged scream outside.

Gilli popped his head inside, face ashen with worry. "You may want to come out for this."

The magical beings in the room glanced at each other. That was no ordinary scream; there was magic woven into the voice, lacing it with power. Merlin's sensitive ears were still ringing. They shot up from their seats and ran onto the dirt path, heading immediately to the small crowd off one side of the trail.

"Terrowin, what...?"

"That was Thea. She is clairvoyant," the older man answered urgently, pushing through the cloaked figures to an old woman lying on the worn earth, trembling slightly. A young girl stepped forwards to help, but Terrowin held out a hand. "No, she must speak."

Merlin frowned at the woman on the ground. He could hear a medley of incomprehensible words emanating from her form, but her lips weren't moving. No one else seemed to hear anything, which was slightly worrying. Alator and all of the Druids seemed to all be waiting with bated breath... bot for what? For her to speak? Wait, Terrowin had said she was clairvoyant... so did she speak prophecies?

Suddenly, the woman's eyes shot open, a bright silvery gold. Her stare fixed instantly on Merlin's, and she opened her mouth.

"The light of the sun," she croaked, "She brings death..."

Merlin's eyes widened. He heard Thea gasp softly as her eyes went back to normal, the magic taking its toll, and a small group quietly carried her away, but he wasn't really paying attention. The words of the old woman played again and again in his head. The light of the sun. The light of the sun. The light of the sun. She brings death... Death...

Arthur watched worriedly as his manservant paled drastically. He frowned. "Merlin?"

Merlin didn't seem to hear him, taking a slow step backwards. He looked... scared?

Arthur stepped closer and tried more urgently. "Merlin?"

Merlin was somewhere else. Thea's words were a constant mantra in his mind, growing louder and louder... it can't be true, it can't be true... Kilgharrah's old words of a happier time slithered into the ears of his mind. The white dragon… a fitting name… the light of the sun….

Aithusa.

Merlin's vision clouded over as the name became louder and louder until he couldn't take it anymore. He spun around, breaking into a dead sprint as he headed for the woods. The men and women's faces were blank as they parted before him. He could vaguely hear Arthur calling his name, but... he couldn't go back. He had to know. He ignored the pieces as they slowly fit together, making the answer perfectly clear.

Merlin didn't care.

It couldn't be true.

lol, I said it was short, didn't I? X3 It's slightly angsty... my first time! c:

At least stuff happened. This was all I managed to conjure up in my semi-alive state.
Writer's block is fatal for writers.

Please be happy about getting this lol... I only meant to start it off XD then it snowballed... Be happy, guys! This almost didn't happen... I took a (seemingly well-deserved...) break.

Still may die. Pray for me, and all the others afflicted by writer's block...
I LOVE YOU ALL.

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