Hello again! :D next chapter! :D yey :D thank you guys for all the support! New POV in this chapter and Nala is Isabella's sorceress name . And Merlin's age came from how old Colin Morgan was when he started Merlin :D
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MERLIN OTHERWISE GOD KNOWS WHAT THE HELL WOULD HAPPEN XD
Chapter 3:
Gwaine POV:
I watch helplessly as Merlin clumsily trips over his own feet I try to reach out to catch him, but my I was too slow. I hear him cry out painfully as he collides into the side of the wooden table, I watch as he slowly reaches down and pulls up his shirt, I gasp loudly as I hear Lancelot exclaim
"oh my god! Merlin!"
I meet Arthur's eyes as he lifts Merlin into his arm's and onto the table, worry and terror filled his blue eyes.
"how the hell, did you not notice that!?" Arthur demands but when no answer came my eyes dart up to Merlin's now pale face, to see his eyes had closed.
"Merlin!?" Arthur desperately urges as he gently tap the younger man's face. I stare at Merlin's face, hoping it was just a practical joke and at any minute he would open his blue eyes, and the smile would return to his youthful, joyous face.
I look on and watch as Leon moves Arthur aside as Gaius takes the shirt off of Merlin's body and starts to dab at his wound with a cloth and some sort of potion. I look around the room and see that everyone has the same facial expression: apprehension and angst, so clearly written on their tired faces. I look towards Gaius once again, as he stitches the wide, crimson gash together. I found my eyes scanning Merlin's body, searching for any more wounds, it was then I spot his hand and his cheek. His right knuckle was a darkening shade of purple and his cheek was starting to swell and darken.
"oh..." I trail off, the gasp noise I let out making all of my friends turn to me.
"What is it, Gwaine?" Lancelot was the first to ask.
"look at his right knuckle and his cheek. He wasn't joking when he said he was in a fight, and knocked them out." I watch as the rest of my comrades look over to Merlin.
"it seems you are correct, Sir Gwaine" Gaius says as he checks Merlin's knuckles "nothing broken, just bruised" he states as he wrap's Merlin's knuckles in a white bandage, before he checks his cheek. I watch Gaius' old, surprisingly steady hand linger on the young mans cheek, his affection towards Merlin clear. Merlin was like the son he never had.
"so he will be fine?" Arthur enquiries
"yes, he will be after some rest." Gaius reply's, relief clear in his voice. It was then I realise that the girl Merlin carried in must be in the young mans room as I did not see her anywhere.
"I am guessing the girl Merlin saved is occupying his room". I state and Gaius nods and replies
"you are correct Sir Gwaine. she was stabbed and needs her rest"
"where should I put him?" I ask as I start to lift Merlin into my arms, his head resting on my shoulder, his youth showing even more as he slept, it was then I wondered how old the wounded man I held in my arms was.
"Over here" Gaius says as he points to a bed. I carefully place the younger man's body down on the bed sheets, making sure not to touch his wounds.
"Gaius?" I question as he looks towards me as id he was saying 'yes'.
"how old is Merlin?"
"he is twenty-two summers old." he replies and we all fall into a comfortable silence, thinking of our fallen friend.
We all stood around Merlin as if we were a protective shield, blocking him from any danger the world dares to throws at him. We were there for about half and hour before Gaius told us to leave, we attempted to protest but he told us he would come get us once either Merlin or the girl was awoke. And now I found myself along with Percival, Lancelot, Leon and Arthur in the tavern drinking my second mead, awaiting for any news on Merlin and the girl.
Isabella POV:
Isabella...
A voice broke through the fussiness of my unconscious brain.
Isabella. Wake up... he needs you.
The voice speaks again, his voice deep, echoing through my brain as if I was stood in a deep, shallow cave.
He is your destiny, young sorceress. you must wake up.
I shoot up, the voice still echoing through my now awake brain. I struggle to get to my feet, a dull pain coursed through my side, I look down at my cut dress to the cause of the dull pain, and spot the wound. It had completely sealed, only a pink mark of where once was a bloody open wound.
I look around the room finding it unfamiliar but comforting at the same time as a familiar manly scent shot through my nostril. I carefully lift my legs down to the floor until my feet touch the cold, concrete floor. I look around the room once again, and it then I spotted a red scarf lying on the floor and it all came back to me.
(flashback:)
I walk through the old forest, marvelling in the pure beauty of the nature around me. I look to the dense forest floor, my eyes darting from plant to plant, flower to flower amazed at the various bright colours. I was so concentrated looking at the nature surrounding me, and the birds chirping, I failed to notice the sound of feet sneaking towards me. I skip out into a clearing, spinning around,my green eyes closed, excitement buzzing through my body. In less than a mile I would finally be in Camelot! I wonder how easy it would be to find him....
It was at that moment when my magic picks up the presence of men. I spin around towards were my magic was telling me they were, and I spot them. 5 colossal thugs stalked towards me, an evil glint in each of their dark eyes.
"what do you want?" I demand my voice shaking as they got closer and closer.
"We know who you are, Nala"
The nearest man growls nearly un-human like, his voice cold and creepy.
"What do you what?!" I repeat my voice steadier this time my magic swirling in my veins, but I knew I could not use it. Damn that curse! I was totally defenceless.
"we want you" he says again his voice scarier than before.
"Wh..what?" I say my voice quivering
"Your magic is mine!" he says as starts to stalk faster to me his eyes predatory.
"HELP! PLEASE ANYONE!" I scream in a desperate plea for help.
"no one can hear you" the man taunts. My heart quickened, fear building in the pit of my stomach.
"please leave me alone!" I desperately plead, the man now only a few feet away.
"I will have your magic!" he growls as he lunges at me and his fist collides into my flat stomach. It was then a voice came from nowhere. I look up to see who the kind manly voice came from, and what I see made my heart skip. Their stood a man at least six-foot tall, raven black hair and eyes bluer than the sky on a fine summers day. Only a second later mg heart skipped for a different reason, two of the large thugs charged at my saviour. I felt my magic come to life as the handsome mans bright blue eyes shine a marvellous gold colour, and the nearest thug fly backwards. I watch helplessly as the other thugs fist collides into the raven haired mans cheek, I flinch as if I felt it too. It was then the need to protect my hero back rose through my body.
I tale a step nearer to the young man, who was probably my age, just to be stopped by the evil thugs body. I watch once again, helpless as two of the other thugs charge at my hero. He took them down with just the change of his eyes. He looks up to me and I watch confused at his look of shock. Then I felt it the tearing sensation of my skin being impaled by a sharp instrument.
"NO!" my saviours voice roared as he sent the man flying backwards into a tree as I crumbled to the floor. I hear his footsteps run to me and then he was there, his blue eyes bluer if possible as he knelt by me, I feel myself get lost in the warlocks handsome looks. His eyes meet mine and I feel my magic starting to surge again.
"thank you" I mumbled my eyes never leaving his.
"your bleeding. I need to look at your wounds what is your name, if you don't mind me asking" he says as he reaches down towards my wound.
"Isabella. My name is Isabella, but you can call me Isabel if you wish" I answer
"My name is Merlin" he say as he takes out his handkerchief and presses it down on my wound, and I wince in pain.
"sorry" he murmured, his voice gentle and soothing. I smile weakly hoping he would understand it was not his fault, but shock soon took over my face which became fear as one of the thugs, stands and lurks towards my heroes back, knife ready to strike. I feel my magic surge through me in anger, and to my surprise my eyes flash silver and the man is sent flying backwards, landing with a smack, surely dead.
"you have magic!" Merlin exclaimed, and realization dawned on me. Kneeled in front of me was Emrys, my destined. That is how I used magic! The warlock broke the curse!
"so do you, Emrys" I reply and watch his face turn to one of shock.
"how do you know my name?" he asks his voice as gentle as ever.
I shall tell you later, I think it would be wise to treat my wounds first" I answer looking into his handsome features.
"oh yes,that would be wise" he smiles which takes my breath away. I feel his arms wrap around my back and lift me into his surprisingly strong arms, my magic swirls in my body again at the touch of his skin on mine. It was then I realised what was happening, Emrys, the greatest warlock ever to live was going to carry me!
"what are you doing?" I ask even though I knew the answer.
"I'm carrying you, how else are you going to get back to Camelot?" he questions gripping me tighter to him.
"walking" I answer truthfully
"I don't think you could walk, your loosing too much blood. I need to get you back to Gaius, he will help you" he says as his voice starts to fade, and I let my head rest on Merlin's strong shoulder. "it shan't be much long..." was all I hear before oblivion sucks me into its reach.
"sorry" I hear a distant familiar voice say.
"Mer...Merlin" I manage to murmur out
"don't talk, save you energy. I will get you to Camelot, just hold on until then" he demands, but I could feel myself being pulled into the darkness of unconsciousness again.
"I do...don't...think...I...c...can" I reply my eyes heavy.
" you have to!" I hear him plead. It did not matter how much I wanted to stay conscious, the blackness around my confused mind was winning.
"Merl-" I manage before I succumb to the dark.
(end of flashback)
It all came back to me in a rush and I wanted him, I wanted my destined one close. I walk on un-steady feet to the quite large wooden door. I open the door and it creaked in protest. I silently make my way down the stone steps, there was no one in sight, I quickly scan the room in hope, to find the young warlock. It was then I spot him, pale and sweaty, lying on a bed, I rush as fast as I could to him.
"Merlin?" I question. Before I see that the young warlock wore no shirt and his surprisingly defined abb muscles and his bare chest were clear for her to stare at. I quickly stop myself, there were more important matters at hand, such as the wound that covered his left side. I place my hands on his smooth skin and start to in cant a healing spell, I watch pleased as his side turned from red and scorched like to its normal paleness, his stitched wound now merely a small cut. Pleased with my work I let exhaustion take over me and I pull the closest seat to the bed and sat down, until. I fell asleep my head resting on his hard but comfy chest as my hand entangled itself with his larger ones, and I fall into a blissful sleep.
Here you go! Chapter 3! Hope you enjoyed and please, please please review! I love hearing your thoughts, and reviews make me update faster :p
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