Title: It's Like Magic
Author: Kiki1770
Rating: T for Language
Setting: Season 4
Summary: It was Merlin's duty as Emyrs to protect the Isle of the Blessed.
A/N: Wow, I haven't updated in a really long time because I didn't have many ideas, but it turns out I have quite a few drabbles written already! Thank you all for sticking with me and continuing to read my drabbles. Magic is a new arc that will center around Merlin's connection to the magical world and some BAMF of course!
Magic 1: Guardian of the Isle
Merlin was polishing Excalibur with long easing strokes when a sharp tingling sensation prodded his mind. He sighed; this was the third time one of his traps went off in the last month alone. He quickly ditched his polishing; secretly praying he would get back before Arthur noticed his absence, and scurried down to his cupboard of a room in Gaius's chambers. Once alone, he quickly grabbed the blue colored poultice that made his transportation spell less nauseating.
The spell worked easily and he found himself standing among the archaic stones that made the Isle of the Blessed. A man in a tattered brown cloak stood opposite of Merlin.
"Are you the high priest of the Isle?" The man grunted, his voice scratchy and old. Merlin met the hooded man's gaze evenly.
"I am. How have you managed to evade my enchantments and what is your purpose on the Isle of the Blessed?" The man grinned crookedly and launched himself at Merlin.
"I will have the Cup of Life and rule all of Albion!" He declared and grasped an amulet around his neck. His whispered spell sent a massive inferno of fire at Merlin. Merlin easily dissipated the flames (it was mostly an illusion anyway) and crushed the petty sorcerer in matter of seconds. He sighed in dismay at the crispy body and dragged him into the boat to give the sorcerer a proper burial.
Merlin then stretched his arms skyward and called the deep ancient power lying dormant within him. "O drakon!" He cried to his old friend. His mind connected with Kilgarrah's almost instantly, the dragon was very close by. Merlin waited on the Isle's banks; moments later the familiar sound of wings flapping against the wind alerted him of Kilgarrah's arrival.
"What can I do for you, young Warlock?" The regal beast said with a pleasant smile.
"I need your help old friend." Merlin replied with a solemn smile. Kilgarrah seemed to read the young Warlock's mind and gave him a questioning look.
"Are you certain you want to do this Merlin? It will take a lot of magic, even for you it would take at least a week to recover." Kilgarrah warned gently. Merlin's decision was a wise one, the dragon couldn't refute that, but he didn't want Merlin to endanger his life either.
"I'm willing to bear the consequences. I only ask that you deliver my body back to Camelot so a certain clotpole doesn't come searching for me."
"Very well, close your eyes young warlock." Kilgarrah commanded, and Merlin did as he was told. The dragon opened it's great jaws and thousands of tiny sparks of magic exhaled from his breath and flowed into Merlin's mind. Merlin gasped from the rapid influx of information in his mind. He took a deep breath and waited for the throbbing to die down.
Merlin smiled gratefully at his friend, and turned to face the cursed Isle behind him. Ever since Morgana had gotten her hands on the Cup of Life, Merlin had been careful to make sure the cup never fell into the hands of the wrong man. He'd been guarding the Isle for over a year now. The number of attacks were ridiculous. His spell traps were enough to keep away the petty sorcerers, but every now and then a few more powerful sorcerers made their way through his traps. He was lucky none had been on Morgana's level so far. But he couldn't risk the possibility in the future.
His plan was a reckless one. He'd no doubt feel the pain of magical exhaustion for a while. But this was his duty as Emrys.
"Yn codi i awyr y alltudiaeth ynysoedd melltithio" The effects were immediate. Magic rippled and cut through the air. It wrapped itself around the cursed isle. Merlin threw his arms out and groaned as he used the strength of his magic to lift the isle. Thunderous crackles echoed around him. The water raged under the cursed rocks, but sure enough the isle was slowly beginning to lift out of the water.
Merlin grunted in pain. Sweat dripped from his brow and blocked his visions. His muscles ached and spasmed as if he was holding the isle himself. With a last deep breath, he let out a loud roar and thrust his arms skyward. The isle shot out of the water and high into the sky until it was safely covered by vaporous clouds.
Merlin let out the breath he was holding and fell back in exhaustion.
"You did well young warlock," Kilgarrah nodded approvingly, huffing hot air on Merlin's face as he leaned over him. Merlin managed a grin before he sank into blissful unawareness.
Whoo! Go BAMF Merlin! I wished the show had shown a greater display of Merlin's magical talents. It would have been nice to see different kind of magic as well. The only two people we really saw use Magic were Merlin and Morgana. I always thought it was strange that in the final battle Mordred, who had powerful enough magic, didn't use it against Arthur.
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