Hello all! here is chapter 9. in this chapter things gets interesting and in this fic 'merlin' is set in the 1400.
I can't believe we are nearly at chapter 10 already! XD
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Chapter 9:
Merlin POV:
I shuffle in the hard saddle beneath me, nervously twitching. Anxiety building as we neared the familiar clearing, my brain telling me not to take a stride further but my body ignored the request and kicked Eirwen's side, urging her on to a quicker walk. Her rare, unusual eyes dart around the dense forest, the anxiety and nervousness I was feeling, generating from my hand, my quickened heartbeat pulsing through my slim hands into her shoulder as I stroke the strong muscles beneath.
"Its okay, girl" I soothe my voice quivering slightly as the feeling of unease and apprehension heightening until Eirwen started to prance beneath my body, her head flinging up and down, her tail waving back and forth her agitation clear as I start to shake. it was as if something was trying to stop me, prevent me from returning to the clearing. Why I was shaking so extensively, I had no clue, but the closer we got the feeling of uneasiness built so high my shoulders slumped forwards, and I grew tiered, sleepy as if every step Eirwen took was a lullaby luring me to sleep.
"Merlin? Are you all right there mate?" I hear Gwaine question through the haze, anxiety enveloped me in. With more effort than it should I lift my head to Gwaine, avoiding the look of concern he shot me.
"Of course, Why wouldn't I?" I answer but before he could answer the clearing came into sight.
Eirwen whines loudly as if protesting at entering the clearing, I try to soothe her but her nervousness only increased which drove my own to its limits. As if in slow motion we near the clearing, unbearably slow, the tension thickening between horse and rider as if we both knew something was going to happen.
Then we made it, Arthur, Gwaine, Lancelot, Percival and Leon all trailing behind, their bodies tense, as the horses take their last strides towards the clearing. I jump of Eirwen, my legs wobble beneath my weight, and I lean on Eirwen for a moment, her strength draining into me, before standing straight.
Two bodies lay on the floor, the one I sent flying backwards and the one Isabella saved me from.
Although I regret that I killed someone, I felt no sympathy for the cowardly thugs who chose to victimise a innocent woman. The anger I felt towards them, resurrected from deep inside of me, and I feel my magic grow pulsing hard through my veins, gold and silver churning together as if dancing gracefully, in a circular motion around my body. I feel my hands tingle and my eyes turn into a mix of gold and silver. It was then my thoughts return and I push my anger down, the magic that threatened to surge out of me retreated back into the safety of my chest.
"Merlin? Hello? Anyone there?" I hear Arthur's voice interrupt my inner battle
"Wh...what?" I stutter
"I said, Did you do this?" He demanded pointing towards the two dead thugs.
"Yes, that one stabbed Isabella" I said pointing to the ugly thugs dead body, which was slumped against the tall tree.
"you did this?" he repeated
"I didn't want to, they were attacking a defenceless woman" I reply my voice defensive
"I know, Its just hard to believe you did this, I mean your so...so...Merlin!"
"Thanks, clot-pole" I mumble under my breath.
"Tell me the whole story" Arthur demands again his voice full of authority.
"I was searching for Lavender for Gaius, when a scream tore through the silent trees, I instantly ran towards the distressed scream. When I got here five men circled Isabella, she pleaded with them but with no avail. They stalked towards her and the leader punched her in the stomach, then I rushed out, I didn't know what else I could do to help her so I went with instinct. I shouted at them before two came rushing at me, I knocked the first one out followed by the second, third and fourth, Don't ask me how because I honestly don't know, I was fuelled by anger I guess. I looked up the leader smirked at me before he stabbed Isabell and I knocked him out, I guess he must of hit his head really hard on the tree. I picked Isabella up before running back to Camelot." I look to Arthur and he nods as if taking in the information and he walked to the dead leader.
"Gwaine, Lance dispose of this scum. Percy, Leon grab the other one. Bury them." He says as the knights did as they were ordered, picking up the two thugs and roughly carried them away. I turn around to find Eirwen right there, waiting patiently for me, I lean forward resting my head on hers, taking comfort out of the gentle giant. I soothe her tense muscles, moving my fingers down her neck in a slow circular motion, I feel her muscles loosen and her body lean more on me as her eyes closed, and my own started to feel heavy and my eye lids flutters closed as if two miniature people were pulling them closed. But just as my body was beginning to fall asleep the bantering of the Knights travelled to my ears, and my body shoots up. I look to the sound of Arthur telling them to be quiet as he sent them glares, but it was too late I was fully awake again and Eirwen was stood straight her ears flickering and her eyes open.
I walk to them Eirwen following behind me, Arthur said something before they all turned to look at me.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing... Are we ready to leave?" Arthur question's looking at me if he was only asking me
"Sure..." I answer hesitantly.
"Great, let's go!" Arthur exclaims before walking to his horse and jumping on, his behaviour confusing me. However the topic of Arthur's behaviour didn't last long because as soon as I jumped on Isabella and started to follow the Knights as they trot after Arthur, my head started to ache. I clutched it, grunting as the pain increased, then it seemed to be travelling around my body as the pain makes it way merrily down to my shoulder, then my chest, to my stomach and finally my legs. By then I was moaning loudly, shouting in pain, my throat hoarse. I hear a buzzing sound over the pain, which soon formed into the concerned voice of Arthur as the pain dispersed. I breathed heavily, taking deep breathes, clutching to Eirwen's whit mane until my knuckles blended into the white. I look up to find Arthur and the knights shouting, meters away banging on a unseen, transparent wall. It was then I heard what Arthur was shouting:
"MERLIN! RUN! GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE! NOW!" but it deemed too late as a imperceptible force, like a pair of robust invisible hands clung to my shoulders, its ice cold grip forcing me off of my saddle, sending me crashing to the floor. Lying dazed for a few second, I look around again, and I feel the cold presence nearing me again.
"cen rah lwma" I mutter quietly and my eyes flash Gold and silver and the once invisible force became a woman. I roll out of the way just as she brought a ball of fire at me. I jump to my feet ready to fight her off but the identity of this Woman made me freeze.
It was her the woman from Isabella's nightmare, the woman who took away Isabella's mother away and put Isabella into a life of loneliness and misery. Anger filed my next actions as my body became unfrozen.
"YOU!" I roared my voice louder then ever before, the woman seemed to shy away slightly at the greatness my voice held.
"YOU KILLED HER MOTHER!" I shout again.
"So you do know, young Warlock. You know of your destiny and what Isabella and you are meant to fulfil. But I can never let such a powerful union develop. You and her will never take your rightful place as King and Queen of Wales and all things magical."
"WAIT...what?" I thunder, confusion taking over my anger.
"Ahh... So you know of your destiny, but did your Mother not tell you?"
"Tell me what!?" I demanded.
"Once, Your mother and Isabella's mother were the best of friends, a bond that ran deep between the two. Isabella's mother, the secret sister of Uther, Your mother, the lost Daughter of King Owain Glyndwr met before Uther's Reign, from a young age they became friends, peace talks between England and Wales, binding them together. That was until Uther took Camelot and magic was banished, Isabella's mother feared her own brother for she had magic. She fled to Wales were your mother sheltered her, until her farther was forced to banish her Together they fled to Ealdor, Wales loosing its only heir. But soon Isabella's mother fled back to Wales, fear sending her away all the while Isebella grew inside her. My Sister and I set upon her a curse, for what Uther took away from us. Your mother thought her dead,and never searched, and not soon after she met your farther and you where conceived. Who Isabella's farther is, I cannot reveal. It is only she that knows, but the births of you and her restored the balance of life. After so many deaths during the Great Purge, two lives balanced out the lives of men and magic once again. I am not to kill you now, it is not my destiny, but Be warned Emrys your life is in as much danger as the one's you are destined to protect!" She answers, shock taking over my body.
I'm a prince? Was all my brain could think and before I could move the Witch whispered out a spell and she was gone, and with it the invisible wall between me and the knights disappeared. I fell to my knees, shaking all over. I was the future King of Wales, its next in line. I had a living grand-farther who was a king!
"Merlin?" I hear a voice behind me say and I turn to see the shocked faces of Arthur and the knights. Arthur mad his way over, he himself in shock, He knelt in front of me before he asked:
"So for the past year, I have been treating the future King of Wales as a servant. And the woman you saved is my cosine?" he says before Gwaine comments:
"So the future King of Wales frequently carries me home drunk, now that's embarrassing" I chuckle at the thought, the many times I had carried him home, fixed him up when he got into fights, cleaned his Armour and had to listen to his endless stories about his drunken adventures.
"Well this my friends, has just got interesting" was Lancelot's only comment.
Dun...Dun...Dun...!
Well then guys, that was chapter 9! lol.
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