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"Alright." Iseldir stated calmly. "Ailnor, Blowan, put up the best shield you can around this tent. We don't have time to protect the entire camp."

The two druids nodded and left the tent - Arthur guessed they needed to be outside to perform the spell-. He heard them talk quietly before beginning to chant. The King closed his eyes and almost smiled as he felt the protective streaks of ward magic weaving above his head. He still could not believe he had never seen magic for what it truly was.

Merlin was standing near the tent's entrance, clearly itching to leave the tent and dive into battle. His friend felt his gaze and strongly looked back. They would win tonight.

Arthur looked at Mycroft just as he touched his temple with his hand. The King closed his eyes for a second.

"I just scanned one of the soldiers' mind."

Arthur nearly gaped at him – he had not known the King of Semloh possessed such abilities, but that would explain the weird graze he had felt on his mind when he had arrived in the camp. Mycroft had certainly assessed his trustworthiness before welcoming him.

"The first wave of enemies is composed by non-possessed people, that had been gathering in the woods for quite some time. The possessed ones will not get here before morning. We need to find a counter spell before then."

Iseldir nodded.

"Alright. For now, we will fight alongside your men."

Without waiting, the druids ran out of the tent along with Sir Lestrade, John the ex-knight and Prince Sherlock.

Mycroft sighed and looked at his youngest brother.

"I would force you to stay in this tent, but I know that nothing could hold you here. Just…be careful, Merlin."

The youngest Prince let out a small anxious smile as he watched Mycroft grab Arthur's forearm in the knightly custom. The King of Semloh then unsheathed his sword and left the protection of the tent.

Merlin and Arthur were now the only ones left in the tent. The ex-manservant shot his friend an almost desperate gaze before looking down. Arthur frowned.

"Merlin, what –"

The warlock met his gaze.

"I- Please, trust me."

With that, Merlin took a long breath, snapped his head back and roared.

Sherlock left the tent and unsheathed his sword, John by his side.

The camp was unrecognizable. Most of the tents had gone to ashes, or were in process of burning down. The smell of the dust was already mixed up with the bitter stench of blood. Spells were flying everywhere, and -

"Duck!" Sherlock shouted as he jumped in front of John.

A green coloured spell hit Sherlock's arm before fizzing out of existence. John smiled gratefully, before parrying a blade meant for Sherlock's back, and cutting the aggressing man down.

"What was that?" He shouted over his shoulder, as they hurried towards a new wave of soldiers, ducking and swirling their blades into their enemies.

"Killing spell." Sherlock shouted back. "You'd have been dead on the spot".

John blanched slightly before jumping into the heat of the action, only stopping once to look up and see a –what was that?- a dragon flying over his head, and breathing flames over the enemy troops. He suddenly felt very glad that he had resigned from the Essetian army.

Merlin waved his hand absently, making yet another soldier fly away from him.

So... we need to somehow get Morgana to stop the possession?

Merlin asked Gaius, through the mental link he had just woven between his mentor and himself. Iseldir had taught him the theory during his short stay in the druid camp. The middle of a battle had seemed a good place as any for a first try, which had obviously been successful, thank you very much.

Yes. In order to do that, you either need to make her willingly end it, or to…

Merlin sighed as he shielded himself from a huge ball of fire.

To kill her.

Gaius took some seconds to answer.

According to the druids and the books I brought from Camelot, it is the only way.

Merlin frowned as he cast a mini-tornado towards a sorcerer too close to Arthur for his liking.

But there must be some other way. I am going to ask Kilgharrah.

Merlin closed his eyes and reached out to the Dragon.

"Kilgharrah?"

"You must do what is necessary, young warlock. I am sorry."

Merlin mentally nodded. Another sorcerer suddenly found himself lifted up in the air and thrown against a tree.

Gaius, you still there?

Yes, my boy.

I will find another way. Where do you think she is? He asked as he swirled around to counter a nasty cutting spell.

The druids think she is controlling the troops from Camelot. She must have devised a trap for you there. She has access to all the magic books and the artefacts Uther gathered during the Purge. Please be careful.

Merlin felt Gaius' consciousness send off a protective feeling, before withdrawing from the link. He blasted off a new series of sorcerers, bent on killing him, with a flash from his eyes.

The warlock made his way up to Arthur whilst contacting Iseldir and informing him of the situation.

Just as he reached Arthur, he felt something different coming from the man his friend was about to stab. Without thinking, he pushed the enemy away from Arthur's blade and knocked him out.

A quick prod at the man's mind left him horrified. It just oozed wrongness. Morgana's hold over the man was stronger than he could have thought possible. She could snap his neck with a thought.

He tried to fight the magic away from the man, but his magic just ripped over the surface of the black tendrils.

"What are you doing, Merlin?" Arthur grabbed his arm, shaking him out of his trance. He felt his friend pull him away from the front line.

"Th-the new wave of enemies is possessed. Try not to kill them." Arthur drew a sharp breath and nodded.

Merlin, with a small flash of his eyes, took down three soldiers that had teamed up to creep on them from behind.

"Alright. Try to find the others and stay with them. Bedyrne mec þanonweard to Camelot-"

Arthur, recognizing the beginning of teleportation spell, took hold of his arm, shouting over the picking-up wind.

"You aren't going after Morgana and Moriarty without me, dollophead."

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