Arthur," someone hissed in the king's ear. "Wake up."
Before:
"Why'd I have to make Arthur go to sleep?" Merlin asked. The spell Morgana had used earlier made the servant's mind go soft.
"Because," said Morgana, heaving Arthur over her (his?) shoulder, "We need take over Camelot."
"That's not much of an explanation," Merlin grumbled, sounding closer to the real Merlin than this fake one.
They hiked back to Morgana's hovel, stumbling in the dark. Arthur was placed in a corner, after Morgana chained his hands. The once-sorceress turned to Merlin. Lust was in his eyes. Merlin backed away.
"Love, come here." Morgana reached out a hand. Merlin shook her head, eyes widening.
"Why do you call me that?" asked the servant, innocence dripping with every vowel. The love deity's spell had really affected her.
"Because I love you," and with that, Morgana grabbed the once-warlock, hands going to places that Merlin wasn't even comfortable touching.
"Morgana-" started Merlin. She kept glancing to where Arthur lay on the floor.
"Do not speak. I am your master now. You will obey me," said Morgana, trying to touch Merlin, but the servant kept deflecting his advances.
Merlin's mind was a muddled mess. That spell, berbay odarthay arisen yeldo wyrm galeteag, something clicked when she remembered it. More thoughts that were not her own clouded her subconscious.
"Morgana is your master."
"Listen to his words."
"You love Morgana."
"Arthur is the enemy."
"You love Morgana."
She fought against these voices, while at the same time refusing Morgana. More voices, stronger ones, screamed against the others:
"Fight it Merlin."
"Morgana is not your master."
"You know who you truly love."
"You are Emrys, are you not? You have more power than this Love Goddess' curse."
"Love, are you alright?" Morgana had asked. More voices came.
"You love Morgana."
"Fight it Merlin."
"Morgana is your master."
"Don't listen to those lies."
"Arthur is the enemy."
"You know who you truly love."
"You love Morgana."
"You have more power than this curse! Or are you not Emrys?"
"I am Emrys!" Merlin screamed, eyes flashing gold. "Morgana Pendragon, you dare use the Curse of Venus against me! You dare to call me 'love'? You will learn!"
"Love-" started Morgana.
"You dare to still utter that title at me!" Merlin was gone; this was Emrys. She uttered a spell. "Galates bevto fora wryg halesse!"
"Words of the gods," whispered Morgana, eyes widening. "This-this switch was supposed to render with less power."
"Did you really think a minor goddess' curse could stop me? I AM EMRYS!"
Merlin was floating in midair, something only higher beings were fabled to do. Her eyes were pure gold, not just the irises. Morgana's hovel was overturned by a gust a wind, as if it was a card-castle. The weather was even obeying Emrys. The once-sorceress for the first time in years, felt genuine fear.
"Last words, Morgana Pendragon?" drawled Merlin. There was no reply. "Swil-" Emrys started the death incantation. She stopped. Emrys. Emrys was Merlin. Merlin was not Emrys. Emrys had no mercy. Merlin showed it. She descended from her place in the air. The wind stopped.
"Morgana," said Merlin, eyes changing back to blue, "I will give you one chance and one chance only: run now and you will be spared."
"Love-" Morgana tried.
"I remember a time when love was most important to you. You would do anything for those you cared about. Now, your heart is full of hate and spite. You cannot love, Morgana Pendragon. That deity fooled you," said Merlin, not really sure how she knew about Venus. "Now, leave. And remember; I have spared your life, I expect the same in return."
Morgana gave a fleeting look, before disappearing in a flash. He (she?) would be back. Merlin allowed a triumphant smile before collapsing.
Arthur struggled with his eyelids. Everything was blurry. Nausea swept over him. He hadn't felt this bad…in forever. He tried to focus his eyes. He was met by a familiar face.
"Gwaine?"