Hello all :) Long time no see... *hides*
I'm REALLY sorry for not updating wayyyyy sooner but exams came up then I was busy over the summer hols and now I'm in my first year of 6th form so I'm busier than I was XD Let's imagine for this chap Lance and Elyan didn't die somehow, and Mordred is good :)
Any way chapter 6 guys!:)
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DISCLAIMER: IDOM :(
Unknown Seer POV:
I stand outside of Camelot's walls, staring at the towering castle above me, a sense of guilt and sadness coming over me as I knew what had to be done.
It was two days prior, when I was asleep a vision overcame my dreamless slumber.
It was the vision of the future, a future which will befall Emrys if he did not reveal himself soon.
VISION:
I stood in the middle of a battle field, bodies where laying sprawled on the floor around me, the blood of men seeping into the ground below as their unseeing, clouded eyes looked up to the blue sky.
A group of Camelot's Knight stood in a circle, seven of eight brother's stood back to back, watching over each other as they are surrounded by Morgana's army.
The eighth man, the most powerful man to walk the Earth lay not far from the other men's feet, his eyes clouded over, skin charred and burnt by Morgana and her men's combined powers as he tried in a last bid to save his destiny, the said man King Arthur only stood and watched in shock as his best friend, his little brother was stuck down in front of him. It was only as the black haired man fell, letting out his last ounce of magic to shield the King from a magical attack was when the blonde realised.
Realised his little brother was dead.
His protector lifeless.
That he had failed, in his shock, to save his younger sibling.
The blonde King fell to his knees, shaking hands trailing over his brothers scorched body, hoping life still remained in the black haired man.
But it was too late.
He let out a sob of despair, pain and utter agony, his heart falling apart the loss of his brother too much to bare as tears steak is bloodied face.
His other brothers, the Knights of the round table, fell next to him the loss of the man who brought them all together making it self known as they all felt a void in their hearts at the loss of Merlin.
It was Sir Lancelot who stood first, his face streaked with tears, his eyes although swimming with tears, were angry and vengeful, wanting to take the lives of the people who took away such a big piece of his heart.
Sir Leon followed him up eyes blazing with such hate some of there enemies took a step backwards in fear, as if they realised taking away the heart of the group was a very bad idea.
Sir Mordred, the newest and youngest of the group sobbed shamelessly over the death of his role model, the man who trusted him, (even though it took him a while), knowing of his destiny and yet saved him from the path of darkness and led him to the light, being the older brother he always wanted.
Sir Elyan straightened himself to his feet, standing next to Lancelot and Leon joining them as they staring daggers into the remaining troops of Morgana.
Sir Gwaine heaved his emotional and physically tiered body upwards dragging Mordred up with him, taking the younger man in his arms as they both cried over the loss of their brother, Gwaine's hear aching in agony.
King Arthur was the last to stand, closing his little brother's clouded eyes before he did so, placing a brotherly kiss on the younger man's forehead, letting his tears fall onto the other man's singed cheeks, as Leon reached down and helped him to his feet.
All seven knights's eyes fall onto Morgana, who stood cackling meters away, a smirk spread across her face at the death of Emrys and the pain of her half brother's and his Knights.
"For the love of Merlin!" The king shouted suddenly and in a flash, before Morgana could process what was happening Excalibur was embedded into the flesh of her stomach.
"Goodbye Morgana" Was all the King said as he tore his sword from her skin mercilessly.
That was how the seven Knights found themselves struck down one by one, as Morgana's remaining men took revenge on her death, but none of the Knights cared for they had lost the one man who they all cherished, only reacting as another of their brothers fell, pushing forwards all they could, taking down as many enemy's as they could before they too were struck down.
Only two Knights remained, King Arthur and the man who was meant to be his death.
But Mordred knew he would never be able to do such an act not after all Emrys had taught him, not after becoming the kings other younger sibling. No, instead he took a sword to his heart as he protected his King one last time before he too fell, King Arthur slaying down the last enemy who's sword stuck out of Mordred's chest.
The King fell too his knees, screaming in agony, not knowing why he remained when all his brothers had perished, but it was as he let out another roar of pain was when a gold mist seeped from his body, having protected him all along. He lets the tears fall to the ground, wetting the red ground below, as he realised his little brother, Emrys had used his last remaining breath to place a shield around him, to fulfil his destiny and to keep the Once and Future King living.
So as the rain started to fall, the blonde King, the lone survivor, said goodbye to his friends, burying them on top of a hill which looked down upon the lake of Avalon, flowers growing around the graves of his fallen brothers.
The King looked one last time towards the graves before he turned his back, heading alone towards his home, his band of brothers left behind but never forgotten as he started a new era, the time of Albion here.
But he would not live to see the day magic was freed, for he would die merely a week after his brothers, heartbreak and infection from a wound killing the young King in his sleep, leaving Queen Guinevere alone to rule.
End of vision. still in Unknown seer POV:
I walk through the gates of Camelot, striding my way towards where my magic was telling me Emrys was. I walk through the lower town, through a market place and passed where King Arthur and the other Knights in my vision were training younger recruits. i stood there watching for a few minutes, observing the men as they shout advise and commands at the new recruits, bantering with each other in between shouting commands, King Arthur ruffling the youngest, Mordreds hair as he did well and beat another Knight. I felt my eyes cloud with tears as I knew what would happen next, what I would have to do to prevent all these men's deaths, to prevent Emrys's death.
Emrys's powerful aura got stronger and stronger as I got closer to him, and then finally I saw the black haired sorcerer. I follow him down long hallways, and up stairs util he came across the armoury and took a step into the room, humming quietly to him self as he went.
He picked up a pile of armour, surely the King's, looking around him quickly before his eyes flashed gold and the armour magically cleaned its self.
I smile at the younger man, how he used his magic so freely but yet the King had no idea of his friends magic.
He walks from the armoury, not even seeing me stood there as he cheerfully with a skip in his step, makes his way up a flight of stone stairs.
I follow cautiously behind, deciding it was now or never as I whisper a spell under my breath causing a orange mist to appear from my hands and to head towards the unsuspecting man.
He suddenly turns and I whisper another spell under my breath making it impossible for the man to move as his face grew more and more fearful as the mist grew closer to him.
I could see his eyes start to flash a marvellous gold so another spell was required as I made it impossible for his magic to make its self known.
I watch a the mist seeped into his body, a shout rising from his chest as I made him feel the pain he would go through if my vision came true.
I watch guilty and sad as I made Emrys, a man so young merely just an adult roar in pain, the mist creating the sensation and agony of Morgana's magic.
"MERLIN!" I hear a voice shout and I look up knowing who it was as King Arthur stood anger and panic on his face as he looked towards his younger sibling.
"I am sorry Emrys..." I spoke inside of his head adding "It is time" seconds later as the rest of the band of brothers and to my surprise Queen Guinevere caught up and halted behind Arthur.
I knew it was now the time.
Emrys had to be revealed.
Merlin POV:
I was walking down the hall, making my way towards Arthur and Gwen's chambers, Arthur's newly polished armour in hand when I felt a presence follow me.
It was as if a shadow was following me around, stalking after me.
I swiftly turn on my heels, ready to defend myself when a orange cloud of mist, its outline almost human like, shot out from the walls depths, seeping from the old stone towards me.
My eyes started to turn gold as the mist rushed impossibly fast towards me, a sense of dead filling my body as I found myself defenceless as my magic freezes and retreats back inside of me, as if something was stopping it from working.
I let out a gasp, the memories of the Dorocha flashing into my mind as my magic struggled against the hold something had on it, desperately wanting to protect me just as the mist reached me.
It was inches away, then a centimetre and all I could do was stand frozen to the spot, finding myself unable to move as it crashed into me, making me shout in surprise.
The mist was scorching as it flowed through my body, making my skin feel as if it was on fire, flames licking at tender flesh mercilessly.
I felt pain travel through me as my body started to burn from the inside out and I let out a cry of both helplessness and pure agony as the fire spread effortlessly across my body.
The pain heightened, reaching a unbearable ache and I couldn't contain my cries of pain as tears collected in the corners of my eyes.
With the intense pain came sadness, a wave of pure grief making me want to fall on my knees and sob, as if I had just lost my family, as if I had lost my brothers.
My vision was blurred and a blazing orange as if the mist was taking over my body and I was seeing what it could.
I could hear a buzzing sound from behind me but the mist blocked the sound, a mere buzz of a desperate call.
"I am sorry Emrys..." I hear a voice echo airily through my brain and I jump colliding into the wall as I clutch my head in fear, wanting the thing that was causing so much pain and sadness to disappear.
"It is time" It says again which caused my already confused brain to become even more so.
I then see a figure, an actual man walk towards me, his eyes shining a bright sliver.
"They must be told, the men you view as brothers, told of your identity Emrys. You already lost so much, but you will loose them all if they do not know. I'm sorry Emrys, but the time of The Once and Future King is here, and you must be revealed. I have done this to save you from such pain, I am leading you down the correct path, one which you all live, now you must follow it." The man says his voice echoing through my brain as it tried making sense of his words, my brain too frazzled to comprehend he was talking once more, and it was not only I who heard it.
Then all the flaming orange which blocked my vision turned to black, the mist starting to leave my body as the man disappeared along it and I felt myself wanting it back as darkness over came me and I crumple to the floor, unknowingly landing at the feet of the King, Queen and Knights of the round table who where held back helplessly by an unseen force, made to watch, unknowingly to I the sorcerer revealed my secret.
And then before I could totally sink into the darkness and before I could stop it I felt my magic burst from my body through my unconscious state, finally being able to escape, creating a golden wave of magic which wrap its way around the people I cared most for, enveloping them with warmth and the love I felt for them, to try and protect them from the sorcerer if he still lingered.
My mind then went blank as my magic retreat back into the safety my chest, wiping my remaining energy from my damaged body and I knew no more.
Arthur POV:
I, Leon, Gwaine, Percy, Lancelot, Mordred and Elyan walked through the corridors, having just finished our training and we were heading to the armoury.
I listen silently to the other's bantering playfully with each other laughing or smiling as I listen to Gwaine and Percival telling Leon and Elyan all about there latest adventure with the cook.
"You should have seen her face when she turned around to find her prized tart gone, I swear her face turned such a deep red I thought steam would rush from her ears!" Gwaine laughs, the others joining him.
I must admit the sight of the grumpy cook ready to explode in rage would have been a funny one so I let out a small chuckle as Percival carried on the story.
"So then, she turns around shaking with anger and I thought we got away with it but being the genius he is, Gwaine decided at that precise time it would be a good time to cough, quite loudly too, drawing the cooks attention and before we could say a thing, she had reached through to were we hiding and hauled Gwaine out by his collar!" he chuckles his laugh deep and rumbling.
I shake my head at the antics my brothers in all but blood got into, knowing one day the cook might actually kill the two.
I was about to comment, when a feminine voice broke through my brain and a broad smile made its way across my face as I instantly knew its owner.
"Arthur!"
"Guinevere!" I reply, not being able to contain the joy of seeing my wife, away from my voice.
As soon as she reached me she leant upwards pressing her lips gently on on mine, a small caress of love which made me close my eyes in pure bliss.
"Ewww! Not in front of me!" I hear a voice say as Gwen pulls away smiling at the voice's owner, which so happened to be her brother.
"I'm scarred for life!" Elyan exclaims again humour clear in his voice and I smile at his childish antics.
"Oh come on dear brother! You've seen it all before!" She laughs back.
"Yeah, but I'll never get use-" he started but was instantly silenced as a shout of pain echoed eerily down the dark hallway and into our ears.
My eyes widen as I realise the voice sounded so familiar, the male voice one I heard daily, one I woke up to every morning.
"Merlin!" I exclaim, my legs already moving as I sped to get to the man who became the little brother I always craved. Although I might not tell anyone or ever admit it, Merlin had become my support, the one constant thing I could rely on, he was my foundations and I was the bricks, without his constant support I would surly have crumbled to ruins years ago.
The once short corridor to my chambers now felt like it was leagues long, the far wall getting further backwards with each step I took, the cries of my younger sibling taunting me as I increased my speed until my legs could not go any faster.
I round the corner sharply, nearly colliding with the stone wall at the speed I was travelling.
My eyes dart to the source of the pain filled cries, my light blue orbs falling on Merlin who clutched his head tightly.
"MERLIN!" I roar, anger towards whoever was creating all of Merlin's pain flaring dangerously inside of me.
I start to sprint towards him once more, as I watch his thin frame sway dangerously, his lanky body smashing into the stone wall as I shout his name once more.
But as I drew near him, the other's close at my heels, an unseen source pushed me off my feet and into the walls beside me, the force was not harsh only enough to make me hinder my movements as I found myself unable to move.
I look towards the others finding them too having met the same fate as I, pinned to the cold stone wall watching as Merlin cried in agony, helpless to do anything as a voice spoke.
"They must be told, the men you view as brothers, told of your identity Emrys. You already lost so much, but you will loose them all if they do not know. I'm sorry Emrys, but the time of The Once and Future King is here, and you must be revealed. I have done this to save you from such pain, I am leading you down the correct path, one which you all live, now you must follow it." A man's voice echo's around the long hallway, his words ringing in my mind, not understanding what he meant.
Who was Emrys? what does this sorcerer want with Merlin?
I hear Merlin whimper as if the voice bought him pain, and before I knew what was happening his body crumpled to the floor.
I struggle hopelessly with my invisible bindings, desperate to get to Merlin's side to make sure his heart still thumped and his lungs still breathed.
"He is in no danger, King Arthur. He is merely unconscious by my command." The man's voice says again a body emerging from nowhere, the sight of the man who caused Merlin's pain brining anger to the surface as I growl out.
"Then leave him be!"
"I cannot, you all need to know for you will all die if he is not revealed. I am a seer, I have seen the future. A future which Morgana and her army kill you all but one, you King Arthur because of Emrys's magic. But this cannot happen, for if Emrys does not live you will go into a life of depression, and with no brothers to guide you and no magic to protect you, you will die soon after them. I am sorry it had to happen like this but you needed to know."
"I dont understand." I mutter, confused at what the man was saying. "I need to know what?" I question.
"Your manservant is Emrys, the man born with magic, the man born to protect you. He has done so for many years now, from the very moment he came to Camelot he has protected you. Do not feel angry with him King Arthur for he and you are like two sides of the same coin, one cannot live without the other. You may feel hurt and betrayed but he will be your greatest ally and he has only kept this secret in fear of death. I hope you understand I did what I had too, to prevent the death of you all." He finishes and I just stare in shock.
Merlin's a sorcerer? No... how.. I think.
"I..I...Merlin has magic?" I stutter.
"Yes my King, he is Emrys and you the Once and Future King. His destiny is to keep you alive until magic can be freed and for the time of Albion to begin. The time is close now, and so is the battle of Camlann and you will need Emrys to defeat Morgana."
"But magic is evil.." I say.
"No, do not think magic is evil. Your Farther blamed magic for his own mistakes, killed hundreds of innocent men, women even children for something he asked for. Magic users merely retaliated in revenge and fear, only a few who have easily swayed into dark magic such as your half-sister are evil."
"But.."
"Your Father was wrong! Look at him. Do you think him evil?" He asks pointing towards the unconscious merlin, and I knew the answer straight away.
I realised, as I looked at my fallen little brother slumped on the floor, I did not care he had magic, I just wanted my annoying, witty, intelligent Merlin back.
"No. I do not believe him evil" I whisper.
"Then tell him that once he has awoken, for he is scared of betraying you by having a gift he can not control, one he had when he was a mere babe" The voice says and before I could utter a word he disappeared, and I dropped to the floor with a thump.
I hear the other's also drop to the floor as I quickly scramble to my feet, rushing towards Merlin.
I drop to my knees my hands going to turn Merlin onto his back.
As I did so he suddenly gasp's, his eyes snapping open, but they were not their usual blue but a marvellous gold.
A golden mist, as bright as the sun rushed from his body enveloping me in its extreme power, and I felt it hug around me as if protecting me with such love and comfort.
I look at the others finding them too encircled in Merlin's impossibly strong magic.
"Emrys is protecting us" I hear Mordred say, his voice in awe as he closes his eyes as if feeling comforted and safe with Merlin's magic around him.
"His powers are growing.." He says again and I look at him in shock, how would he know that?
But I had no time to question him as I feel the magic around me start to dissipate, retreating back into Merlin and I felt a need to protest at the loss.
I hear Merlin let out a groan of pain as Mordred rushes forwards sinking down next to me, his hands hovering over Merlin for a second as if hesitating before he pressed them onto chest making a moan of agony to fall from his mouth again.
I was about to tell Mordred to stop when I hear him say.
"Helpwch gwella Emrys" (Help heal Emrys)" and with those words his eyes flashed the same gold as Merlin's, and a gold light shot from his hands and into Merlin.
Well that explains how he knew Merlin's magic was growing I thought to myself.
I hear Merlin sigh in relief before Mordred slumps forwards resting his head on Merlin's chest, breathing hard.
"Mordred?" I question worried he too had gone unconscious.
"I'm all right, healing wipes the energy from me" He reassures an I sigh in relief as I knew my younger brother was going to be okay.
Sooo... there you go :) I could write a second half to this if you guys want, because I did kind of leave it with a bit of a cliff hangar, but this was getting wayyy too long. So leave a review if you want part 2, and with any ideas.
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