I know I haven't been posting properly, I am so sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Also, Oh My Gosh you guys! 1047 readers! Love you all! Thanks! Also outstanding thanks to my loyal reviews and followers! You know who you are! I also switched the rating. Not for swearing but because there will be some, you know, violence later on. Shh!
Disclaimer- Don't own Merlin, Leola's mine but please use her in other stories, just say she is mine. Thanks. That sounded so blunt! Ha-ha, sorry, I'm just you know, rubbish at talking...:)
Making his way down the corridors Arthur found himself going past childhood hidey-hole, where as a boy he had played with his "friends," that no one else could see, all alone, forgotten by the rest of the household. Tenderly he dragged his hand along the wall, before snapping it back, in a panic. When was I sensitive? He asked himself.
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Merlin stared at Leola as finally she stopped laughing. She gasped for air and calmed down. A smile was shared between them.
"So, what was that?" Merlin hesitated with the question.
"Doesn't matter, just magical stuff, go back to sleep," Leola answered.
Merlin agreed with the prospect of sleep, and promptly let his head drop to his pillow as he fell asleep.
Leola smiled at Merlin's sleeping face when suddenly a surge of magical power over took her. She wanted to scream but couldn't control her mouth. The power raised her hands as they glowed a brilliant gold. She tried to fight it but she knew she couldn't. Raw magical energy shot out of her hands, straight for Merlin, she tried to call him but nothing helped. Abruptly the surge stopped in mid air as Leola struggled to stay upright. It formed a huge ball of gold magic and moved into Merlin. Leola's eyes started to shut and she fell backwards onto the floor, "Merlin..."
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Merlin saw gold light. Everything was bathed in gold, from the furniture to himself. Where was he? He looked around at the huge building; a word crept into his head, Camelot.
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Arthur felt himself being dragged through the labyrinth. His heart was pumping faster than ever before and all he could feel was danger. All around him shadows crept whispering odd strange words that he couldn't understand only hope they weren't meant for him. He found himself in front of his father's oldest bookcase. He cocked his head, confused, why was he here?
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Merlin saw Arthur in front of him, standing in front of an old, dusty, disgusting bookcase. He felt a surge of energy and Merlin placed his hand out, in front of him. The bookcase shuddered into life and moved to the right. Arthur's face became the very definition of shock. Merlin walked towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder, expecting a jolt, but there was nothing. Arthur didn't even move. Merlin walked right in front of Arthur, but Arthur walked straight through him. 'Oh gosh, I'm a ghost,' Merlin thought, then he heard a strange voice, "Arthur is going to die tonight,"
Merlin's eyes widened, even if that prat was an idiot, he couldn't let him die. 'Great I'll have to follow him,' Merlin grudgingly thought as he walked forward to follow Arthur.
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Arthur watched as the bookcase moved, behind it there was a stairwell, leading deep in the heart of Camelot. What would he find he wondered?
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Leola blinked. What the-? She lay in one of the most uncomfortable positions an inflexible young adult could be in. "Ow," she grimaced at the pain.
Leola looked up; sunlight was peeking over the buildings that surrounded her and Merlin's flat. She moved and groaned as she did so. Breathing in she pulled herself up. Clicking her shoulders she found herself facing Merlin's bed. He lay sweating and pale.
"Merlin! Oh my gosh, you idiot, wake up," she shook him but there was no response. "Potatoes! I really have to stop saying that, Merlin!"
Leola closed her eyes and placed her hands in front of her, over Merlin's shaking body. She breathed out and opened her eyes. They flashed a brilliant gold and sparks flew across Merlin's body. She closed her eyes again.
In a moment her eyes were open once more, she spoke in a strange, hypnotic way, "Dream-state, magic induced, made to help a destined friend," Leola sank to the floor, "Healthy, but must save the life of destined friend," She hoped that Merlin would.
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Merlin followed Arthur down the strange, new staircase. He watched the shadows but nothing was wrong at the moment. What was going on? Suddenly he felt it, the darkness flooded him. Everywhere he could feel the terrible dark. It surrounded him, but it was swamping Arthur, trying to get into his soul.
Sorry this was so short. Need another chapter to write this bit... Sorry.