Hi again! Here I bring you another chapter. It is a bit short, but I wanted to do it like that since it will be a second part, and if I had to join poth parts in only one chapter it would be a bit long, at least I think. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

I do not own Merlin.

The fiery colour of the fire flashed in front of Morgana's eyes, the source of which was the flames that shone through the rubble of what had once been a peaceful hut, spit out by small dragons they called Wyvern. After Arthur had defeated the beast with Merlin's help, more flying monsters approached the place of the rubble crossing the sky like scavengers. However, the attention of her companions was elsewhere: that of two people she identified as a ragged Hilda and a mortally wounded Telvar. And before they wanted to give the order to flee, the Wyverns were already there.

"Run! Let's run away with the horses! Fast!" heard Arthur's roars, which, due to the confusion of the moment and the wounds spreading across her body, seemed to come from another dimension, much farther from where he really was.

They ran to the horses through the rubble as the Wyverns attacked them and incinerated everything in their path, spreading the fire through the adjacent forest. She saw Arthur and Merlin fighting against the monsters behind her and Gwen as they ran. With determination, she drew the sword she carried in her belt, prepared for any attack from those filthy beasts.

A few meters was what Morgana needed to reach her horse before a Wyvern blocked her way, menacingly extending its claws followed by its wings in front of its head, spitting small flares out of its mouth and nasal cavities as it roared, shaking her deepest viscera. Morgana raised her sword, not without a hint of fear and distrust in her gaze, which prevented her from moving from where she was. Seeing that apparently she was no threat, the Wyvern decided to attack her by inflating its lungs, prepared to spit fire. However, at the moment when Morgana could already feel her skin burning slowly before that wave coming from hell, she heard a voice behind her, grave as she had never seen it, the hair on her arms standing on end as she identified her saviour.

"Do not hurt her!" heard Merlin's unusually deep voice near her, directing his words to the Wyvern "Return to the primeval fire from which you were born, you filthy beast!"

Morgana had thought that Merlin would attack the Wyvern after that with his sword, but it was not necessary. To Morgana's surprise, the Wyvern looked at him frightened, almost as submissive and obedient, and jumped away from them. Morgana turned to Merlin, unable to believe what had just happened. How is it that with simply his voice Merlin had managed to expel the Wyvern? How did the Wyvern understand him and, what is more, heeded his exclamation? Looking at the eyes full of determination, although it was noticeable that in them lurked an even deeper confusion, of the man who had saved her, Morgana felt something she thought she would never see in anyone but a king: strength and power. However, the power that Merlin's face seemed to hold at that time was a very different one from what, for example, Uther could show. While the latter's power was synonymous with respect for fear of his fear, the one that Merlin had just shown was a much more majestic one. It was not a power linked to a title such as it could be the fact of being king, but that power seemed to reside in its own fundamental being.

However, that moment in which Morgana could intuit some kind of hidden power in Merlin quickly faded to give rise to the confusion of what had happened and the need to flee. Merlin approached her quickly.

"Merlin, what...?" she tried to ask, not knowing which words to choose.

"There is no time, Morgana," replied Merlin, also apparently confused by what had just happened. It seemed as if what he had just done was so weird for both him and her. That's why she let it go and forgot it, at least until they were safe. "We must leave before more come."

With that said, Merlin shyly and gently grabbed her arm to help her move forward, patiently staying by her side. No doubt he had noticed the state of shock in which she was. Morgana noticed the warm touch of his hand on her arm, and heard her heart beating even faster than before, and this time not because of the adrenaline of the situation.

Nevertheless, that feeling quickly gave way to one of anguish as she heard behind her the persistent roars of the Wyverns, flying desperately towards them, not to mention the reddish reflections of the fire she observed among the trees.

Arthur and Gwen were already on their way with the horse through the woods at high speed. Merlin helped Morgana once they reached her horse to sit down and quickly, without even her being able to command it, galloped off as fast as lightning. Morgana turned her head to look at Merlin and was frightened to see that he was not addressing his horse, but slowly as if he was sleepwalking to where the Wyverns were flying, offering himself before them. Unable to believe what she was seeing, Morgana tried to stop the horse, but it didn't seem to respond, no matter how hard she tried.

With tears, fear, and pain in her eyes, Morgana turned again looking back at where Merlin had been moments before. However, in the place where Merlin and the Wyvern had been earlier, she could only see among the trees how a large mass of reddish light quickly dazzled the entire environment.

Morgana couldn't believe what Merlin had done. It just wasn't possible.

Tears streamed down her face as she heard herself cry out his name in great pain, filaments of reddish light flashing before her eyes, preventing her from seeing the cruel fate of her brave friend.

This is it! I hope you enjoyed it and do not be shy about writing me a review so I can see if you like it this way or not. Thank you :)

LegolasHV