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Okay, so nice reviews last chapter! I loved Dem! You guys truly ROOCKKK! :) okay so wisdomgoddess26 suggested a very pretty word...yes call me weird but I thought it was just really pretty sounding and the meaning suits it a lot, so I decided to take this request! Plus this word fits in really nicely with a drabble I've been meaning to write haha

:D I hope you enjoy!

Ameliorate-to make or become better, more bearable, or more satisfactory; improve;

It was getting better.

His magic.

It was improving greatly.

To think about where he had come from, where he had started out in Camelot, just thinking about the little amount of knowledge he held about the far extent of his magic could bring a slight grin to his face.

And still to this day the young warlock didn't know the true extent of his power. The amount of magic fused within him was far greater than any sorcerer there was, or would be.

At first, it wasn't that he had SO much of the power; it was more the fact that he didn't know how to control it.

Yes, one may have a mass amount of talent of a sort, but if it's never used, never trained, how can it be useful?

He held enough magic one glance to take down the sorceress Nimueh, he held the power to take over the world with a flick of his hand, the warlock knew exactly what he could do with the amount of power he held, but he knew from the moment he realized that he was this powerful, that it would never be of any use if he couldn't control it.

And that is why he trained his magic. Never abusing it so that he gained power, never using it to make his enemies tremble before him. He used it for a greater cause.

And that's what made him better.

That's why every day, his knowledge, patience. power, and wisdom grew.

Every day he woke up with a feeling of satisfaction, knowing that once again, he wake up with the knowledge that he'd protected the prince through another day, and was still alive and well on his way to becoming the Once and Future king.

Every day he was getting better.

And this moment, the warlock knew that all the time waiting, and not receiving any of the credit for what he'd done, was finally beginning to pay off.

He knew this, because when he looked down at the broken form of the witch Morgana, and down at his own two hands which had fallen her, he knew that each day, had lead up to this moment.

The moment where he knew, that humbleness, over pride and greed, would ALWAYS succeed.

Morgana and fully embraced her powerful gift, she abused it, and used it only for her own benefit. She never saw the beauty that could become of her magic. And it had been her downfall.

And now here the powerful warlock stood. Remains of the battlefield in which they had fought, was blackened with the power of magic.

Each of the magic beings had used their great power for a cause they believed was right.

But in the end, there could only be one victor.

Emrys had destroyed her. Good over evil, more power over less power won. Yes, it was satisfying to know that each day in his life, waiting, and absorbing the world around him, he knew that each day would make him better, stronger...wiser.

He had always been, and always would be the more powerful warlock. At one point the two sorcerers may have thought their magic was evenly matched...but that never had been, and never EVER would have been the case.

Merlin had always been the greater warlock, in every situation. Trained or untrained, his magic would always be far greater.

There never was, or would be again, a more powerful warlock, than Merlin Emrys.

And every day he got better, only strengthened the firm future in that prophecy.

So what did you think my children? Did you like it? How 'bout you wisdomgoddess26? Did that drabble suit your word?

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