Title: It's Like Magic
Author: Kiki1607
Rating: T for Language
Summary: Immortality was the truest curse of all, for Merlin Emrys could not die.
Setting: Any time after Arthur is crowned King
A/N Woah! I was blown away at the response from the last chapter! You guys seems to really love Freylin and humor stuff. Cant say I blame you, I think there is way too much Angst in Merlin fandom, I can see the appeal in using angst to lead up to a reveal, but personally I perfer something a bit more light hearted. Though it's funny I say that when I'm putting up one of the darker angst drabble right now. Anywho, please follow my community: The Best of Merlin for novel quality Merlin stories. I read each and everyone of the stories myself before adding it to my community. You never know, your story might be in there as well.
P.S To all you secret Freylin fans, don't be afraid to bring Freya back into your stories.
Angst 3: True Immortality
Immortality was the truest curse of all. For all he was, Merlin Emrys could not die. He would not die unless Magic deemed his time to be over. Fate was never kind to Merlin; however, this time she decided throw a particularly gruesome curse at the young warlock. For Merlin Emrys was now the man who could not die.
"Don't think I've forgotten about you sorcerer," Spat his once best friend and King, Arthur Pendragon. Merlin didn't bother raising his head and greeting his old "friend." His arms were bound above his head, made impossible for him to escape, his mouth was gagged, and his eyes were covered. The only sense he wasn't deprived of was he sense of hearing. He was probably allowed this one sense so that he'd have no choice but to listen to his master's cruel and daunting words. "I will find a way to kill you and rid the world of this evil."
Merlin laughter bitterly, glaring at his old friend. "What are you going to do Arthur? You've already burned my body alive, you've poisoned me, hung me, driven a sword threw my heart, drowned me, tortured me, starved me, beheaded me, and you even turned to magic to have me contained. Haven't you learned yet, friend, you cannot kill me." Merlin snapped, and although his eyes were covered they were ablaze with red hot fury and betrayal.
"Maybe," Arthur coldly accepted. "But even you can't avoid the pain every single time I've killed you. It doesn't matter how many times your body puts itself back together. I will not rest until I have killed your very soul." Arthur snapped with biting darkness. Merlin growled ferociously and lunged forward at the King, but his restraints were too tightly bound.
Arthur laughed in sick satisfaction as he watched Merlin twist and shout like a wild beast in his bonds. Arthur tried to burn him alive, but his ashes slowly gather and pieced themselves back together clothing and all. He tried to hang him, run him through with a sword, and behead him, but his body just reattached and healed itself. When he was at his final wits, he turned to sorcery to contain Merlin. He may have just found what he needed to break Merlin's soul.
I don't know how this idea popped into my head, but I just had to write it when it did.
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