Sorry that this chapter took awhile to get up, it was giving me a hard time to write. Now that the action is about to start, it should get easier to write since the action is the main reason I wanted to write this story. haha The next update won't be until next week, Monday at the earliest. I have a reenactment this weekend and don't know how much time I will have to write on Sunday, if any. Until then, I hope you like this chapter!
Disclaimer: Merlin is not mine cause if it was, Morgana's plans might actually work (Hey, what can I say, I like her better evil haha) So yeah, I own nothing.
Chapter 8: It's Time
Merlin sat in his room, unaware of the conversation between his friend and mentor outside in the corridor. He was propped up on his bed, chewing on an apple he had hidden and flipping through the pages in his magic book. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, just flipping through to see what spells where in there. Every so often he would find a small spell that looked interesting and would try it out.
"Frīcian hrægl." He commanded softly, pointing his hand at the piles of clothes that littered his floor.
His eyes flashed gold briefly and the clothing jumped off the floor and hung in the air before proceeding to dance around in circles. A grin spread across Merlin's face as he watched the clothing waltz around, armless sleeves held on together and moved in a smooth pattern, much smoother than they had ever moved when Merlin had attempted to dance.
"Álynian." Merlin whispered, his eyes flashing gold.
The clothing instantly fell limp, crashing to the floor. Merlin let out a laugh and turned back to flipping through his book. The hours passed quickly, with Merlin practicing spell after spell. He had found a rather useful spell which would tell him the time when cast and he used it every so often. His eagerness began to double as it hit an hour to midnight.
"Álýman dæg." Merlin said with a wave of his hand.
Fiery letters began to form in the air until the words "twenty till midnight" was spelled out. Merlin smiled, and climbed out of bed, placing the spell book back under the loose floorboards. He opened the door to his room quietly, looking around to see if Gaius was around. Much to his surprise, Gaius was nowhere to be seen. Merlin quickly hurried out of the quarters, shutting both doors behind him.
Without looking to see if anybody was watching, the warlock turned down the corridor and started toward the courtyard. He made it out of the castle easily since the guards all figured he was going to Arthur's quarters. Getting into the Lower Town would be much harder, or would be if it wasn't for the fact that Merlin had magic. He was almost to the end of the corridor when a voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Hello Merlin."
Merlin turned around and saw Queeen Guinevere walking down the corridor after him, a smile on her face and a yellow flower tucked behind her ear.
"Hi Gwen," Merlin replied, hiding his annoyance behind a smile. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, just taking a stroll." Gwen replied as she reached him. "What are you doing?"
"I have some things to do." Merlin replied shortly and started walking again.
"Has Arthur been giving you more chores than you can handle again?" Gwen asked, speeding up her steps to catch up with Merlin.
"Yes." Merlin replied, giving her an annoyed look.
Confusion spread across Gwen's face as she saw him look at her in annoyance.
"Is something wrong, Merlin?" she asked, trying to keep up with him.
"I just have things to do and you're keeping me from doing them." Merlin snapped, his irritation at the delay getting the best of him.
"I...I'm sorry." Gwen stuttered, shocked at the anger in his voice. "I'll leave you then. Good bye."
Merlin watched, not saying a word, as she turned down another corridor and hurried away with a quick confused glance over her shoulder. Once he was sure she was gone, Merlin hurried on his way out of the castle. After a minute or so he reached the dark courtyard, lighted only by the full moon, though even that was covered by clouds every few minutes or so.
Two guards stood at the open gate between the courtyard and the town. One was leaning against the wall, his head resting against it as if he was asleep. The other stood at attention, though he seemed relaxed at the same time. Merlin stayed in the shadows, moving slowly and carefully. About twenty feet from the guard's position was a pillar, which Merlin carefully and easily made his way to. He looked around, searching for something to distract the guards so he could sneak by. Luckily, a couple of barrels were stacked a few yards away toward the courtyard.
"Binne tófléon." Merlin whispered, his eyes flashing gold.
The top barrel toppled over, making a loud clanging as it hit the ground and rolled away. The two guards instantly jerked up and looked around frantically before running at the barrels. Merlin rolled his eyes at the ease of sneaking out of the castle and ran through the gate, slipping back into the shadows. He went behind the houses, moving as fast as he dared. In just a few minutes he had reached the front gates.
Two guards guarded the gate, with two more on the outside and two further on down. Merlin watched the guards pacing for a few moments until they were as close as they were going to be. He held his hand out in front of him, hoping the spell would work on all the guards and not just the ones closest to him.
"Swefn." He whispered and his eyes flashed gold for a second.
He lowered his hand as he watched the guards all stumble around for a moment before falling to the ground, out cold. Merlin grinned and moved from his place beside the house and over to the large gate. It was bolted shut, and Merlin really didn't feel like opening it manually and then dealing with the other guards on the outside. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he brought his hand back up.
"Ætýne rynelice."
The bolt on the gate slowly lifted, not making a sound, and the gates swung open, not making so much as a creak. Merlin ducked over to the side, hiding in the shadows once more to avoid the guards that were sure to be surprised. But to Merlin's surprise, no guards came into view. Tilting his head slightly in confusing, Merlin slowly walked forward and looked around for the guards, only to find the dead bodies of the two guards.
He looked around in confusion before a smile lit his face. Standing in the shadows alongside the walls stood his queen and her army. Morgana took a step toward him and Merlin bowed respectively.
"I have done as you wished, my Queen." He said quietly.
Morgana smirked, enjoying this more than she could say. She nodded at Merlin and turned back toward her army and said three simple words for the start of the battle.
"It is time."
Spell Translations
I want to say a BIG thank you to AuroraKnight for the websites on translating to Old English and the Greek. Thank you sooo much! All of the spells from here on out will be in Old English (Minus the Dragon Lord language of course). Again, thank you!
One last thing, I don't understand the different varieties of the words (with all the indicatives and all that) so I just picked whichever word that popped up that looked cool. Probably not the right way to do it, but I'm not smart enough to understand and learn which words go with which and I just don't have the time. So I apologize for probably butchering the language.
Frīcian hrægl—Dance clothing.
Álynian—Stop.
Álýman dæg—Show time.
Binne tófléon.—Bins, be dispersed
Swefn—Sleep
Ætýne rynelice—Open quietly