The Stranger Chapter 14, a merlin fanfic

Chapter 14

Merlin looked at the book in his hands. It seemed that today was one of the days Green wouldn't answer. He tried not to feel disappointed about that, but he failed miserably. He had hoped to tell Green about how annoying Arthur —I mean, Blondie— had been today. Maybe that would cheer her up a bit. He'll tell her tomorrow... When he wasn't so tired...

Merlin was almost asleep when a red light hit him right in the eyes. He moved to one side and then to the other but the light was still there. He tried dreaming something different, but it made no difference. It took some time before he understood that the light was real and it came from the book.

He got up quickly and rushed to open it.

"Are you still there?" Green had asked. "I took a bit longer walking with Snowflake."

Merlin smiled. The potion that she made for her cat a week ago seemed to be working. It had been easy for him grabbing some of Gaius' herbs and take them to the Ancient Temple; the hard part had been sticking to his word and leave before Green had arrived. It was weird talking so much with someone, and still don't know how she looked like. He had always wondered about Green, but since that day he couldn't read one of her sentences without thinking about that. He had imagined her tall and short, with dark and light hair. Sometimes her hair reached her shoulders and sometimes it was long enough to reach her waist. The only thing that never changed was her eyes. For some reason, Merlin always imagined them green, probably something to do with her name, although he knew that made no sense.

He realized he had gotten lost in his thoughts and still hadn't replied. He picked up the quill and started writing.

Since they started talking to each other, he had learned (the hard way) which topics to avoid. Basically, as long as he didn't mention Camelot or the problems between magical and non-magical people he was fine. The thing was that a lot of Merlin's time was invested in those topics, and not being able to use them meant that he had much less to talk about. Still, it wasn't all lost; they had talked about spells, magic history, Dragoon, Snowflake, Blondie, Doc, and a bunch of other things. However, as the weeks passed even those topics wore out and they were left with whatever had happened that day. It wasn't terrible, and it was way better than nothing, but still, Merlin felt it wasn't enough.

When he told her about the horse, Green took a while before answering. She then told him that it had been because she couldn't stop laughing. When Merlin read that, he couldn't help to wonder how her laugh sounded like. He wanted to see her. The Emrys problem was still there, but he wasn't just Emrys; maybe she wouldn't be so harsh towards Merlin, the boy from a small town hiding in Camelot, even if he did work for Arthur. Of course, he could also pretend to be someone else entirely, but that would mean to keep piling up lies, and he had plenty already.

Would this be so wrong? The last weeks were almost peaceful, with the exception of the evil genie, and he had had plenty of spare time. It wasn't like he would endanger the kingdom by meeting her. Besides, Mordred had told him most druids didn't know who he was and Green had lived on her own for a while, so his true identity was safe.

He nodded to himself. He was determined to do this. It was easy. He just had to grab the quill and write the words. Easy as pie. Not that making pie was that easy. He tried that once and— No. Focus! His hand reached and grabbed the quill that was resting on the book. That was good, he was almost there. Now the only thing left was the writing. Just a few words. Nothing difficult. He had already written words lots of times before. He just had to set the quill down and move it around. He had to hurry, it had been almost five minutes since he last wrote and Green had probably began to wonder if he had left. He just had to do it and get over it. The quill touched the paper! Now just write... Come on, write... WRITE!

"I would like to meet you."

Morgana froze. This had been good, she finally had someone to talk to, and now this? Why did the universe hate her? She had lost her mother, her father, her sister and her kingdom, and now she would also lose Blue. Wasn't she entitled to this at least? She already knew what was going to happen. If she told Blue she didn't want to meet him, that was it; he wouldn't keep writing her and she would be alone once again. On the other hand, if she did meet Blue he would almost surely recognize her, and again, that would be it. She had never asked, but she knew what he would think of her; he was too idealistic to share her ways, he was too naive. To him she probably was a monster. Who knows? Maybe he was right, but a monster was exactly what was needed if people like them were ever going to be truly free.

Of course, she could be wrong. Maybe they meet and he doesn't recognize her. Maybe she explains to him that she prefers to just keep writing to each other and he's fine with that. After all, he had kept his word when he delivered the herbs for Aithusa. Maybe this wasn't over yet. Blue was a good guy, he would respect her wishes. And what if they didn't meet face to face? She already felt like she knew him more than she had known most of the people in her life. Was this really necessary? Absolutely not. She should just decline his invitation. Politely. Maybe make up some excuse. With any luck Blue wouldn't take it bad and they would go back to just writing to each other. It was undoubtedly the smarter thing to do. Undoubtedly. There was just a small problem.

It all started a week ago, when she went to pick up the herbs. She obviously couldn't just trust Blue's word, so she made sure to check every possible hiding spot before getting close to the Ancient Temple. After some time, she finally decided that no one else was there. However, when she picked up the bag with the herbs the strangest thing happened. She had expected to be happy for being able to help Aithusa, or maybe anxious of getting back to her cave. Perhaps even grateful towards Blue. Still, all she could feel was disappointment. It took her until she was halfway to her cave to realize why she felt that way.

She really wanted to meet him.

Please, don't think she was crazy. There are a lot of times when one really wants something that knows is impossible. Arthur really wanted to get to know her mother. Gaius really wanted a second chance to make a family with Alice. Gwen really wanted her father to walk her down the ail at her wedding. To Morgana, those things were as impossible as she meeting Blue. You wish for it, it's impossible, you move on. But what if the thing you wanted, the thing you knew was impossible, is suddenly offered to you? Would you have the strength to say no, even if you know that that would be the right choice?

Morgana didn't care much for right choices.

"Tomorrow night at the Ancient Temple," she wrote. "Bring your book."

Merlin couldn't believe his eyes. She had said yes. She had actually said yes! They shared a few more words after that, but it wasn't long until they decided to call it a night. They were going to meet the next day, after all.

On a different note, what was with Green and the Ancient Temple?

Merlin smiled. Tomorrow he could ask her in person.

He laid down and doze off with a smile on his face. He was in peace...

... until a loud bang woke him up.

He quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed the sword he kept next to it. He didn't know what time it was, but even in the darkness he could see there was someone else in there. Whoever it was, he had just barged into his room, but now was standing still, trying to catch his breath.

"Merlin, we have a problem!" the intruder said, between breaths.

Merlin knew that voice. He sheathed his sword and raised the lit candle that was resting on his bedside table. The room lighted up enough for him to see the face of the one in front of him.

"Arthur! What are you doing here? What's wrong?" he asked.

"That's exactly what's wrong. I'm not Arthur," he said, "I'm Gwen."

"What?" Merlin asked to no one in particular. "You certainly look like Arthur," he said, studying him.

"Don't you think I know that?" he (she?) asked.

"How do I know this isn't just a bad joke?" Merlin asked back.

"Because I happen to know you are a sorcerer and you are not dead yet."

Merlin nodded. "Yes, that would do. What happened?" he asked.

"I don't know, when we wake up this morning we were like this," Arthur said.

"We?"

"Merlin stop laughing!" a female voice said.

"I'm sorry... It's just... This is priceless..."

"One word of this to anyone and I'll have you hanged, understood?"

Those words sounded strange coming out of Gwen's mouth.

"Perfectly. What will you wear to the hanging? I've always thought you looked very nice in that purple dress," Merlin said.

"MERLIN!" she exclaimed.

"Sorry, sorry, no more fooling around, I promise. You are very sensitive today"

Gwen's hand hit Merlin in the head. It still hurt.

"So, any idea what happened?" Merlin asked, rubbing his head where she had hit him.

"I've told you, we woke up like this," Arthur said.

"And for some reason Guinevere thought you would be able to help," Gwen replied.

"Well, you know me, I'm a very helpful person," Merlin said.

"Hardly," she added.

"So, even in that body you are a dollophead," Merlin said.

Gwen tried to hit him again but Merlin dodged her.

"I miss my old body," she told to herself, looking at her arms. "I wouldn't have missed."

"That's not exactly an incentive for me to help you, you know?" Merlin asked.

Gwen looked at Arthur. "Guinevere, can you hit him for me please?"

"Arthur!" Arthur exclaimed.

"Anyway," said Merlin, "have any of you acquired a new object recently, maybe old or glowing?

"Do you think we didn't think of that!?" Gwen asked. "There is nothing."

Merlin grabbed his chin. "Have you pissed off an old lady? Perhaps one holding an apple?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked. Arthur's angry stare looked weird on Gwen's face. After a while she shook her head. "No, we didn't. Right?" she asked, looking at Arthur.

"Not that I know of," he said.

"Alright, I'll ask Gaius if he knows something about this; in the meantime you just stay put," Merlin said.

"I can't stay put!" Gwen exclaimed. "I have to do a briefing in a few hours."

"Well, unless you want to tell everyone what just happened you should postpone it."

"I can't just postpone it, if I do people would wonder what is wrong."

"I could do it," Arthur said.

Both Merlin and Gwen stared at him.

"Come on Arthur," he said, "I watch you do it every day; do you really think I can't manage to yell some words around? You just tell me what you want them to do and leave the rest to me." Gwen's smirk looked REALLY weird on Arthur's face.

"I... I think that could actually work," Gwen said.

"See? I've been here for a few minutes and one problem was already solved."

"Merlin... just go ask Gaius," she said.

Merlin left and went to see Dragoon. Even when Gaius could actually know something about what was happening, Dragoon had a better chance.

He found him in the tavern, where Dragoon usually was while he was working for Arthur. He didn't drink (much), but he spent his afternoons playing dice and telling stories. He knew that Dragoon had become a bit of a legend here in Camelot because of that. Once, he even heard someone ask for the tavern with the storyteller. Merlin was sure that most of his stories were flat out lies, but people seemed to like them.

Right now, Dragoon was in a table in a corner playing dice with two men. They were probably new in the city, no one who had played against Dragoon would want a rematch. As he approached the table, Merlin could swear he saw a flash of gold in Dragoon's eyes.

"I'm sorry my good men, but I win once more."

"That's seven times in a row, that's not possible!"

"Are you calling me a cheat?" Dragoon asked, getting serious and grabbing the hilt of his sword.

The two men stepped back.

"Of course not, nothing like that," one of them said. They had heard the stories.

"Good," he said, now with a smile on his face. His eyes moved for a second towards where Merlin was standing. "Now if you excuse me, I have some business to attend to."

Merlin saw as Dragoon stood up and actually shook hands with the men he just ripped off.

"What happened to laying low?" he asked when Dragoon finally was left alone.

"I have to eat kid, and that takes money," he said, moving the bag up and down to make the coins clash one another. "Is everything alright?"

"Not really, I have a body swapping issue."

"Oh, I love those. Please tell me Arthur is involved in this," Dragoon said, and could immediately see the answer in Merlin's face. "Yes!" he exclaimed.

"Arthur and Gwen had swapped bodies. I admit it, it's funny, but we need to fix it. Any idea how this happened?"

"Well, maybe they bought—"

"No they didn't have any new item."

"Fine, what about an—"

"And no, they didn't pissed off an old lady."

"It's never easy with you, is it? Let me think... What about the rest of them?" Dragoon asked.

"Of who?" Merlin asked back.

"Well... everyone. Just because some people switched bodies it doesn't mean they were the ones with the magical artifact."

"It doesn't?"

Dragoon shook his head.

"What am I looking for then?"

"You didn't give me much to work with here, kid. There are many things that can do this to just guess one. What I can tell you is that you will be able to sense it, whatever it is."

"So, basically you don't know anything," said Merlin. "Can you help me to look for the artifact at least?"

"Goddess, no," Dragoon answered. "I love body swapping scenarios from afar, but I would never get near one."

"Why?" Merllin asked.

"Well, we are sorcerers. Our magic is in our bodies. If our minds are swapped with another person..."

"Oh... so, find the magical artifact, reverse the spell, don't get body swapped," Merlin said.

"I think that sums it up pretty well."

At that exact time Arthur and Gwen were heading towards the briefing.

"I don't know why I couldn't just wear the other clothes," protested Gwen.

"You need to keep your reputation and I need to keep mine," Arthur answered. "Besides, you wanted to wear your clothes; I think people would have noticed that."

"Yes, but this is so... pink."

"Don't worry Arthur, you look beautiful," said Arthur.

Gwen adjusted her dress for the hundredth time in ten minutes.

"Isn't this a bit revelling?" she asked.

"I never heard you complain about that before."

"Well, before it wasn't me who— I mean— It's not like there is something wrong with— You know I love you, right?"

Arthur laughed. "And I love you too."

They got close to each other and tilted their heads to kiss, but when they lips touched they both took one step back.

"Sorry, I can't do this, it's too weird," Gwen said.

"I know," Arthur replied. "I hope Merlin finds out something fast. In the meantime... come on, Guinevere, they are waiting for us."

They walked into the meeting and everyone was already there. Percival was talking to Elyan, Leon made a reverence as they entered the room and Gwaine made a compliment to Gwen, to which she responded with a deadly stare.

"Is Gwen alright?" Gwaine asked Arthur.

"Yes," he answered with a smile, "don't worry Sir Gwaine, she's just feeling a little ill."

Gwen cleared her throat and Arthur looked at her. That meant he had made a mistake. What did he say? Oh, right, Arthur didn't call the knights 'Sir'.

"Gwaine," he said again trying to fix his mistake, "knights, this is what I need of you today."

Next he said all the things that Arthur had told him. The trick was to maintain eye contact, use a deep voice, and pound the table once in a while for dramatic effect. It wasn't long until every order had been given and Arthur ended the meeting.

"Gui— Arthur, aren't you forgetting something?" asked Gwen.

"Oh, right," he said as the knights went back towards the round table. "If any of you happens to see a strange artifact or item, please let Arthur... which is me, know."

"Do you mean like this coin I found?" asked Gwaine, taking a large golden coin from his pocket. "Is beautiful, isn't it?"

Merlin had just entered the room and was trying to warn Gwaine against it when he threw the coin in the air.

For a while it just turned around and around. Then it didn't.

That was when everything went crazy.

"Look how tall I am! And so strong..."

"Look guys, I'm the king!"

"What is going on? Could it be... Yes, I'm my sister."

"Merlin!? I got Merlin!? Hell, no. I want Guinevere back."

"People, please!" exclaimed Leon. "Listen to me! You have just swapped bodies and we need to fix this before anyone gets hurt. First things first, who is who? I'm Merlin," said Leon.

"I'm Gwen," Percival said, raising his hand.

"Arthur," said Merlin.

"Percival," said Leon.

Arthur climbed at one chair and drew his sword.

"I'm Sir Gwaine, King of Camelot!" he exclaimed.

"Stop messing around Gwaine," said Elyan, "I'm Leon."

"I know," said Arthur. "Who else would be such a downer?"

"So, I guess that means Gwen..." said Leon.

"I'm... I'm Elyan," said Gwen. "How did this happened?"

"That coin is a magical artifact," said Leon pointing at the coin on the table. "It appears than when you flip the coin people gets swapped around."

Leon looked at the coin once more. When he entered the room it was glowing, but now it was just a plain gold coin. Maybe its magic had worn out? He hoped not, if he was going to fix this he would probably need the coin working.

"Merlin," said Merlin, "did Gaius tell you how to reverse the spell?"

"Sorry Arthur, he didn't know anything."

"Are you telling me I'm stuck in your body? And all because that stupid glowing coin!?"

Leon looked at him. Glowing?

"Arthur, calm down, we are going to fix this," Leon said.

"That's easy for you to say Merlin, you had an upgrade, and meanwhile I'm in this," he said, pointing all over himself. "I demand to have my body back!"

One of the windows in the room exploded outwards.

"What was that!?" Merlin asked.

"It's probably an aftermath of the spell," said Leon, and quickly grabbed the coin.

"Merlin... what are you doing?" asked Merlin.

Leon didn't answered and just flipped the coin.

"Are you daft!? Why would you do that!? Merlin where are you!?" Percival asked looking around.

"In here," Arthur said.

"Oh, great! Of course you are in there. Could you explain me why the hell did you flip the coin?" Percival asked.

"It's simple Arthur, if we keep switching we are bound to someday reach our own bodies, and then that person leaves the room. Eventually everyone would be where they belong," Arthur explained. Of course the main reason had actually been getting Arthur out of his body.

Percival kept silent for a few seconds. "That was almost smart of you Merlin," he said.

Arthur smiled. "So, is everyone ready?"

The rest of them stopped looking at themselves and nodded. Arthur grabbed the coin that was resting on the table.

"Here we go..."

"Merlin, I think it's enough," said Merlin. "We've already switched like fifteen times, if that coin could put us back into our own bodies it should have already happened by now."

"But Gwen... Gwen right?" asked Gwaine. Merlin nodded. "We have to keep trying!"

"Merlin, we tried using the coin with only two people that were swapped with each other and even then it didn't work. It can't bring you back to your own body," Merlin said.

"I know... I know... but I need to be in my body if I'm to—" Gwaine's speech was stopped by a sudden idea.

"If you are to what?" asked Leon.

"Nothing," Gwaine answered. "Arthur," he told Leon, "I need to ask Gaius about something. I'll be back before you know it." He picked up the coin and put it in his pocket. "Gwen, I need you to come with me," he said, looking at Merlin.

"Why would you need Gwen?" asked Leon.

"To fool Gaius, of course," said Gwaine.

"But doesn't Gaius already know about this?"

Gwaine opened his mouth as to say something, only to close it a few seconds later. "Good point," he finally said. He grabbed Merlin's hand and walked towards the door. "We'll be right back."

"Merlin! MERLIN!" Leon yelled, as they both went away.

"So, what is this truly about?" asked Merlin as they went down the stairs.

"Isn't it obvious Gwen?" asked Gwaine with a wide smile. "You are going to practise magic."

"PRACTISE MAGIC!?"

"Shhh, keep it down."

"Sorry, but Merlin, are you crazy? Why can't you do it?"

"I don't have any magic in here. You, on the other hand..."

"I'm the most powerful sorcerer that would ever live..." Merlin answered, remembering what Merlin had once said.

"Exactly. Don't let it go to your head."

They left the castle and passed two guards that looked at them funny. That was when Gwaine realised that they were still holding hands. He let Merlin go.

"We need to get to the physician's quarters, there we can work in peace," Gwaine said.

When they reached there the room was empty. That was probably for the better. Gwaine went into Merlin's room.

"Alright then," he said loud enough for Merlin to hear, "I would probably just make up a spell on the spot, but since you are new in this I think we could use some help."

He went back into the main room bringing with him a big book.

"What's that?" Merlin asked.

"My spell book," Gwaine answered.

"You have a spell book?" Merlin asked, smiling.

"Yes, although I practically don't use it anymore."

"Do you happen to have a wand? Maybe a pointy hat?"

"Please, those are just myths... mostly." Gwaine was moving through the book. "I think this one would do the trick," he said, pointing at one specific page.

Merlin, moved over and started to read.

"Bærne..."

Suddenly a haystack on the other side of the room burst into flames.

"What did I do!? What did I do!?" Merlin asked in a panic.

"It wasn't bærne! That means burn! It was beorþ! Beorþ!" explained Gwaine as he used Gaius sheets to quench the fire.

"Sorry, sorry, I've never expected to work so easily!"

"Most powerful sorcerer that would ever live, remember? You have to be careful. Alright, it seems the fire is over now. Let's give this another try."

"Fine, I can do this," said Merlin, persuading himself. He walked towards the book. "It was pronounced þoden, right?" he asked.

"No! þoden means—"

A powerful wind appeared from nowhere, hit Gwaine right in the chest and sent him flying towards the wall, where he bounced and fell on Gaius' bed.

"—whirlwind," Gwaine finished saying through the pain.

"Oh, Merlin, I'm so sorry," said Merlin, covering his mouth.

"It's fine Gwen, I'm fine," said Gwaine as he slowly got up from bed. "Just please, let me help you read that."

After some time of Gwaine reading aloud the words, and Merlin repeating them very slowly, as to no use any spell by accident, they were ready.

"Alright Gwen, look the coin, concentrate on it, concentrate on what you want to do, extend your arm and speak the words."

Merlin did as he said. He took a deep breath and started talking. "Gold beorþ, Ic bebíede þé wicung áblinnan."

Suddenly the coin jumped alone in the air and started moving around.

"Again!" Gwaine exclaimed.

Merlin tried to follow the coin with his hand. "Gold beorþ, Ic bebíede þé wicung áblinnan."

The coin became even faster. "Once more!"

Merlin tried to focus even more. He felt a surge of something and suddenly it was like time had stopped and the coin was floating still in the air. He tried to ask Gwaine what was going on, but he was also still. He smiled and walked until his hand was next to the coin. "Gold beorþ, Ic bebíede þé wicung áblinnan!"

Time went back to its normal speed, and both of them saw as the coin fell to the ground and started melting.

Suddenly it was like Merlin (the real one) had teleported from one place in the room to another.

"Hey mate, what am I doing here?" someone asked behind him. Merlin recognized the voice as Gwaine's. Wait, Gwaine! He look at his hands; they were his own. He tried to felt his magic; it was all there, welcoming him back. Now he understood why Dragoon didn't want to be anywhere near this. Merlin turned around, looked at Gwaine and started lying.

It had been a long day, but the best was still to come.

Merlin was walking quickly towards the Ancient Temple. Choosing what to wear had taken him longer than he had expected, not that he had that many clothes, but tonight he was going to meet Green and it had to be perfect, not that he wanted her to like him or anything like that... It was just because... because...

Luckily, when he reached the Ancient Temple no one was there. He was early. Or maybe he was late. He panicked at that idea and opened the book. There wasn't anything else written. Good. He was early.

After an hour, he started growing impatient and opened the book once more. She had written 'Tomorrow night at the Ancient Temple'. That wasn't very precise, but this was the hour they usually talked to each other. Merlin thought about writing something in the book, but he didn't want to seem too clingy.

Another hour later and he was still there, tapping his fingers on the book's cover. What if she went there, saw him and left? Had she recognized him? Wouldn't she have written something at least? He opened the book, there were the same lines as the night before. He picked up the quill.

"Hi, I'm already at the Ancient Temple, where are you?"

He waited for a while, but there was no answer.

"Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?"

Again, no answer.

"At least say something so I know you are fine."

Nothing.

Merlin stayed there for one more hour before heading back to Camelot.

As he walked, Merlin's imagination was running wild. She could have lost the book, but if that was the case why didn't she just show up? Maybe she got lost, but she was the one that had decided on that spot, and it was the same they had used to hide the herbs for Snowflake. What if something bad happened to her?

"Who's there? Identify yourself!" a voice demanded.

Merlin was so absorbed in his thoughts that he had just tried to enter Camelot through the main gate.

The knight who had asked the question approached him with a torch in his hand. It was Gwaine.

"Merlin! What are you doing outside at these hours?" he asked.

"Just talking a walk. What about you? Since when do you work nights?"

"This is Arthur's punishment for the coin situation. For some reason he holds me responsible for it. Now I see why you called him dollophead."

Merlin didn't smile. His mind had gone back to Green. They were many people in Camelot who didn't like druids. What if she had been caught by some of them and was now prisoner? Or maybe even worst... Merlin didn't want to think about that. He needed to find her.

"Merlin, I need to tell you a secret," Gwaine said, looking around, "but you have to promise not to tell anyone."

"What? Oh, sure, but make it fast, I need to do something," Merlin said.

"Are you alright Merlin?" Gwaine asked, noticing his strange behaviour. "Never mind, this would cheer you up, listen..."

Merlin saw as Gwaine got close to him in a dramatic fashion, looking around as he was about to tell him the secret to eternal life. Even if that was the case, Merlin didn't care (which probably had something to do with the fact that he was already immortal). The only thing that would cheer him up right now was to know where Green was and why she hadn't showed up tonight.

"Morgana has been caught prisoner and she's in the castle right now!" Gwaine exclaimed in a low voice.

Merlin opened his eyes and froze at the thought that suddenly appeared in his mind.

That's not possible.

No.

Nope.

No,no,no,no,no.

No!

...

Maybe.

...

Oh, shit.

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A/N: I hope you liked it!

Raise your hand if you could follow who was who!

There were a few times where you were inside Gwen's head who was inside Arthur's body that made a bit tricky choosing the pronouns, but in the end I just decided that the body was the one who determined that (the other way around was even more confusing).

Honestly, if you have a series that has magic or crazy futuristic technology you have to do an episode about body swapping, it's almost mandatory. That and amnesia, time travel and "what if X hadn't been born?". Merlin did have the Goblin-Gaius, but an episode like this would have been hilarious XD.

Some wonder if anyone affected by this curse had to use the bathroom before Merlin had fixed things. Unfortunately, we'll never know.

Something worth noting: In this chapter, for a few seconds, Leon was actually the protagonist of the series. (Don't get the incredibly bad joke? Google "Rupert Young tells us why Sir Leon is the real star of Merlin") (I can't write links u_u).

Thanks rmatri540, CHARLES CHUKU, mersan123, AJsRandom, Meri Ley and Guest^2 for the reviews =D

Guest (1) = I do watch Doctor Who =D. I even made some clarifications in the comments of that chapter just in case someone noticed the similarity XD.

Guest (2) = Unfortunetly for all of us, Merlin is very true to his word.

bærne = burn

þoden = whirlwind

Gold beorþ, Ic bebíede þé wicung áblinnan = Gold-born, I command you to cease your spell