Welcome to chapter nineteen.
The last chapter I will have written before this school year.
In the morning, I face a daunting task.
I have to get to school by seven, and go get my schedule because for some reason my school couldn't seem to make sure everything sent so I didn't get a form that had to be filled out in order for me to get it. So I got it Friday, and now onwards to the school tomorrow.
No knowledge of what classes I have, if my schedule got screwed up, if I'm in the right classes, and if anyone I know is in any of my classes.
So I wrote this chapter tonight because all of the anxiety is piling up and I can't sleep.
Frui!

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Chapter nineteen- He's back!

"Agnien, you have magic too?" Arthur stuttered as the boy stepped closer to Mordred.
"Goodbye, Agnien." Mordred snarled, the two not even acknowledging Arthur, at least, until Mordred muttered something so quickly and quietly.
That was when all hell broke loose.
A plasma ball sped towards Arthur, who flinched, waiting for the hit. He saw Agnien's eyes flash gold and saw the man's lips move swiftly, a silver gleam appearing in the air around Arthur. He heard Mordred cuss, sending fireball after fireball to Agnien, who in return would wave them off to the side, unable to attack in return, when suddenly a fireball hit his arm, Agnien cursing out loud.
Mordred murmured something, his eyes as golden as the sun as the doors lifted up, turning into endless spikes. Agnien froze in horror as he saw them go to the entrance of the door, Gwaine, Elyan, Percival, and Leon frozen in terror. Agnien yelled something foreign to them as another shield caressed the air around them.
The fact that Agnien and Mordred had magic stunned Leon, but what truly shocked him was that Agnien was defending them, and the king. It didn't stop him from flinching as the wood was hurled at them, only to hit the shimmering shield around them. The gold never seemed to fade or waver in Agnien's eyes as he held the two shields in place, and defending himself.
"You son of a bitch." Mordred finally yelled, the two of them now standing off. "Do you not see the good Morgana can bring? You're defending someone who will kill you for who you are."
"Morgana Pendragon is just like Uther, a tyrant wishing for power." Merlin was getting irritated, and nauseated. It took all he had to stand upright, to defend himself from Mordred as he kept up his disguise, and the two shields.
'It's taking up energy I don't even have at this point.' He thought.
"She will bring relief to our kind. We don't have to be scared and living in fear anymore." Mordred exclaimed.
"Just because the Druid's happen to say they are a peaceful people, doesn't mean there aren't those who won't hesitate to kill for revenge." Merlin snapped out, "You are a prime example of that, Mordred." As Mordred's eyes flashed gold Merlin took a deep breath in. The Druid sent a plasma ball towards Merlin, Merlin just barely able to defend it off when the boy collapsed, his black hair and blue eyes and frail form returning, the disguise having fallen.
"Shit." Arthur heard Mordred cuss as he saw the banished man's form on his knees. Arthur looked at the man in shock.
Merlin was back, but why? He was still defending the King, even though he was banished, he still came back to protect the king. Arthur's mind was racing as he saw Merlin glare up at Mordred, Mordred quickly backing away, seeming to have lost his cool.
"Emrys." Mordred exclaimed. "You were banished though!"
"Emrys." Merlin scoffed. "What's the point in having a destiny if I don't stick to it?" He laughed, a cold dry laugh holding only bitterness and hate. One that made Arthur flinch.
"You will die, so will the King." Mordred said, "I will make sure of that myself." With a soft murmur and flash of gold in his eyes he vanished. The shields went down as the knights and Arthur watched the ex-manservant fall face first to the ground, unconscious.
"What the hell?" Arthur asked, sounding muted. "Why the hell does this happen?" His voice was sharper. Gwaine walked up to the limp, scrawny form, feeling for a pulse.
"His pulse is extremely weak." Gwaine said softly, "As is his breathing."
"Why would he come back Gwaine?" Arthur asked, looking at the knight.
"He has always cared for you in such a way a brother would." Gwaine murmured, "He was ready to die before letting any harm come to you or Camelot."
"How bad was it out there?" Arthur asked. Before anyone could answer a young messenger boy ran into the chambers.
"Sire, the enemy is retreating, Morgana called a retreat." The kid gasped out in between labored breaths.
"A retreat?!" Arthur's disbelief was vast.
"Yes." The boy said before running off. Percival and Gwaine glanced at each other as Gaius entered the room.
"There was hardly any harm done to anyone out there sire." Gaius said, before noticing the limp boy on the ground. "Merlin!" He gasped, walking quickly to the weak boy.
"You knew, didn't you." Arthur stated. "That Agnien was Merlin. That's the only reason you took him in."
"Yes, sire, and please forgive me." Gaius pleaded. "He has only strived to protect you and Camelot."
"You betrayed the kingdom when you accepted a traitor into your chambers." Arthur snapped. Gaius whirled to face him faster than the man would have liked to believe.
"Please remember that this boy would give everything he had in an instant to save you Arthur." Gaius snapped. "He only came back to be sure you would continue to be safe. The spell he used to be Agnien wore him out to the point where when you showed up with him in your arms, he was close to being on his deathbed."
"Why would he come back though?" Arthur asked. Gaius took a deep breath in, looking at his ward.
"You will have to ask him that yourself one day." He replied, starting to strip off the boy's tunic to tend to the burned arm.
"Why did Morgana and Mordred retreat like that?" Arthur asked. Gaius looked up at him, then over to the knight's who were too stunned to speak.
"He is supposed to be the most powerful warlock to have lived." Gaius murmured as Arthur got a full view of Merlin's skin on his chest and some of what was on his back. "Morgana only attacked because Mordred knew Merlin was gone, and with him being Emrys and all-"
"Wait, Emrys is an old man, you can't possibly be saying-"
"He is Emrys," Gaius said as Arthur kept his eyes on the boy's skin, dread and guilt flooding him. The boy was covered in scars, big and small.

Well, guys, I'll fix up things in this chapter later.
Good night/ morning/ evening/ afternoon to all.