The first thing that Merlin noticed was that his surroundings were quite hazy, he rubbed at his eyes as if that would help clear the encroaching fog and suddenly, he could hear a voice calling out to him.
"Merlin!" The mysterious voice called his name, "This way, over here!"
"Where? I can't see anything!" Shaking his head slowly, Merlin looked carefully around himself.
"Do not worry about the mist," The mysterious voice whispered, "It is not what is important, it is what lies beyond."
"Who are you?" Merlin asked curiously, walking in the direction of the voice and as he did so the fog began to clear, "Where am I?"
"You are in a Dreamscape," The voice replied calmly, "And I am your guide, I am Lady Magic, I have come from what little power the crystal cave still holds."
"Lady Magic?" Merlin repeated, his voice filled with awe and wonder. He had only heard tales of such mystical beings, and now he found himself face to face with one.
"Yes, Merlin," Lady Magic affirmed, her voice carrying a melodic tone. "I am here to guide you, to help you unlock the depths of your magical potential and fulfill your destiny." Merlin's eyes widened with excitement and curiosity. The prospect of uncovering the full extent of his magical abilities was both thrilling and overwhelming.
"Why have you chosen me?" Merlin asked, his voice tinged with humility. "There are so many others who could be more deserving or better suited for such a role." Lady Magic smiled gently, her eyes shimmering with ancient wisdom.
"Merlin, the path of destiny is not determined solely by worth or skill," she explained. "It is a convergence of circumstances, choices, and the potential within an individual. You possess a unique combination of qualities that make you the chosen one, the one who can bridge the gap between the realms of magic and humanity." Merlin absorbed her words, feeling a mixture of pride and trepidation. He understood the weight of the responsibility that had been placed upon his shoulders.
"And what is this destiny you speak of?" Merlin inquired, his voice filled with determination. "What is it that I am meant to do?" Lady Magic's ethereal form seemed to glow with a radiant light as she spoke.
"Merlin, you are destined to be a beacon of magic in a world that has forgotten its true power," she said. "You will wield your abilities to protect the innocent, to restore balance, and to bring harmony to a world in need. Through your actions, you will inspire others to believe in the extraordinary and to embrace the magic that lies within themselves." A surge of purpose coursed through Merlin's veins. The realization that he had a part to play in shaping the course of history filled him with both excitement and trepidation.
"I am ready," Merlin declared, his voice steady and resolute. "I will embrace this destiny and honour the trust placed in me. But how do I begin?" Lady Magic's smile widened, her presence radiating with warmth and encouragement.
"Begin by trusting in yourself and the magic that flows within you," she advised. "Open your heart and mind to the possibilities, for magic is not merely a force to be controlled, but a gift to be embraced with humility and respect. Seek knowledge, hone your skills, and let your intuition be your guide. Remember, Merlin, that true power lies not in the external, but in the depths of your own being."
"You said that this was a Dreamscape?" Merlin mused quietly, taking in the form of the beautiful, ethereal woman who wore a shimmering ivory cloak with golden trim. Lady Magic's eyes sparkled with understanding as she responded to Merlin's questions.
"Yes, Merlin, a Dreamscape is a realm that exists within the confines of your own mind," she explained. "It is a place where your unconscious thoughts, desires, and imagination come to life. Think of it as a world created by your own innermost thoughts and emotions." Merlin nodded, absorbing the information. The concept of a Dreamscape intrigued him, and he could sense the limitless possibilities it held.
"While a Dreamscape is a construct of your mind, it is not merely an illusion or a figment of your imagination," Lady Magic continued. "It has its own existence, separate from the physical world. The experiences and encounters you have within the Dreamscape can have profound effects on your waking life." Merlin's curiosity grew, and he leaned in closer, eager to learn more.
"The Dreamscape provides a canvas for exploration, self-reflection, and growth," Lady Magic elaborated. "It allows you to delve into the depths of your subconscious, to confront your fears, unravel mysteries, and gain insights that may elude you in your waking state." Merlin's mind buzzed with possibilities. The idea of tapping into the hidden recesses of his mind, of unravelling the secrets that lay within, excited him.
"But, My Lady," Merlin asked, concern lacing his voice. "How can I distinguish between what is real and what is merely a creation of my own mind?" Lady Magic's smile was comforting, her presence radiating reassurance.
"Ah, the line between reality and the Dreamscape can indeed be blurred," she acknowledged. "But fear not, for there are ways to discern the truth. In the Dreamscape, you may encounter entities, symbols, and events that hold significant meaning. Pay attention to the emotions they evoke within you and the lessons they convey. Trust your intuition, for it will guide you on your journey." Merlin nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose and excitement.
"Remember, Merlin, the Dreamscape is a realm of magic and possibility," Lady Magic emphasized. "It is a reflection of your innermost self, and it can serve as a powerful tool for self-discovery, growth, and transformation. Embrace it with an open heart and an open mind, and it will reveal wonders beyond your imagination."
"Why didn't I know?" Merlin questioned blinking rapidly, beginning to feel angry, "Why couldn't I have been made aware sooner? I thought magic had been eradicated!"
"You feel betrayed," The Lady stated calmly, understanding the gravity of Merlin's frustration and confusion, Lady Magic spoke with compassion and clarity. "As to why I never let you know, it was not for me to do so, you had to discover it for yourself."
"Self-discovery…" Merlin murmured a tear rolling down his face, "I've felt alone all this time, and you're telling me it had to be that way, why? What else am I going to discover?"
"I can't tell you everything, Merlin, the world of magic is complex and elusive," she explained, her voice gentle yet resolute. "For centuries, magic has been suppressed and hidden from those who would use it for nefarious purposes. The forces that govern the balance of magic deemed it necessary to remain concealed, even from those who possess great potential like yourself." The Lady raised a gentle hand, cupped the side of Merlin's face and thumbed away an errant tear, "I no longer have a hold over magic like I once used too, see… a lot of magic kind have stopped believing in me and now it is born into people, once it had to be learnt."
"Like me, it was born into me," Merlin replied, casting his gaze out at the river, "But I believed." The Lady only nodded her head in response and slowly retracted her hand.
"You have so much to learn," Lady Magic told Merlin, "Our time here is limited, but I wanted you to know, you are not alone, you have never been alone. Soon you will see…" The fog that had blanketed the Dreamscape before returned, sweeping over the both of them and the next thing Merlin knew he was blinking in the bright light of dawn.
"See, that's what you get for falling asleep on the lounge," Merlin grumbled irritably, stretching himself out, his back cracking loudly, "Magical Deities appear and start telling you what you already knew, and what was that about, 'I will see?'"
Merlin chuckled to himself, the memory of the Dreamscape and Lady Magic still fresh in his mind. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and anticipation, despite the mundane surroundings of his waking life.
"Perhaps there is more to discover than meets the eye," Merlin mused aloud, his voice filled with a newfound sense of determination. As he got up from the lounge and stretched, Merlin's mind raced with possibilities. He knew that his encounter with Lady Magic was not a mere dream but a glimpse into a hidden realm of magic and destiny.
"I have never been alone," Merlin repeated to himself, his voice filled with conviction. "There are forces at work, guiding me, even when I am unaware. It is up to me to open my eyes and see the signs, to embrace my role in this magical tapestry."
Deciding to forgo making himself breakfast, Merlin ventured out of the house and made his way down into the village to stop at the local café. There was a full plate of bacon, eggs and tomatoes on toast waiting for him and a coffee as well. Merlin could already smell and taste it, perhaps he would stop and grab a newspaper to read whilst he enjoyed his meal.
After finishing his breakfast, Merlin was still reading a copy of that morning's newspaper and had come across an interesting section with bold print spelling the words out: Mystery Surrounds London Bridge Attack: Terrorism or Something Else?
London, City - In a shocking incident that unfolded yesterday afternoon around 3:00pm, the iconic London Bridge was rocked by a devastating attack. Local and state-wide authorities are currently investigating the incident, which they believe to be an act of terrorism. However, witnesses present at the scene have provided chilling accounts, suggesting that there may be more to this incident than initially meets the eye.
Eyewitnesses reported the sudden appearance of thick black smoke that engulfed the bridge, with a peculiar characteristic of seeming to be under intelligent control. This revelation has raised questions about the nature of the attack and has left investigators and the public wondering if there is a different explanation behind the incident.
According to official reports, a total of 20 motorists were seriously injured in the attack, while tragically, four individuals lost their lives. The authorities have launched a comprehensive investigation to determine the motives, identities, and affiliations of the perpetrators involved. The incident has prompted speculation among the public, with many questioning whether this attack is solely the work of terrorists or if there are other factors at play. The intelligent control exhibited by the thick black smoke has fueled theories of potential supernatural or otherworldly involvement in the attack.
As the investigation unfolds, local law enforcement agencies, intelligence services, and counter-terrorism units are working tirelessly to gather evidence and piece together the events leading up to the attack. The focus remains on identifying and apprehending those responsible, as well as understanding their motive behind such a heinous act. The Daily Mail is committed to keeping its readers informed about the latest developments in this investigation. We will continue to provide updates on the progress of the authorities' efforts, as well as any emerging information that sheds light on the true nature of this incident.
In the face of this tragic event, the resilience and unity of the city of London and its people shine through. Together, we stand strong in the face of adversity, supporting each other and remaining vigilant as we seek answers and justice. Stay tuned to the Daily Mail for the most accurate and up-to-date coverage of this ongoing investigation. We are dedicated to bringing our readers the truth behind this London Bridge attack, whether it be the work of terrorists or something else entirely.
"A black swarm?" Merlin commented to himself, scratching at his chin. "No bomb was reported so I highly doubt terrorism, certainly not of the normal kind. It does remind me of yesterday though."
Merlin pondered over the witness accounts, the mention of the thick black smoke that seemed to be controlled by some intelligence. It stirred a memory within him, one from the day before. He couldn't shake off the feeling that there was a connection. While terrorism seemed to be the initial assumption by authorities, Merlin couldn't help but consider the alternate possibilities. The mysterious nature of the attack, coupled with the controlled black smoke, hinted at a force beyond conventional human understanding.
As Merlin began to fold the newspaper in half, two heavily cloaked men walked by the table he was sitting at, they wore all black and they had their hoods up. Slowly placing the newspaper into his satchel, Merlin listened to what they were saying.
"Did you see the muggle newspapers?" The first cloaked man asked rhetorically, "They think it was the work of terrorists, if only they really knew. I wouldn't have minded killing a few more…"
"Yes, it would have been better with more casualties," The second cloaked figure responded non-committedly, "However, the Dark Lord did give us the order for a quick attack."
As Merlin overheard the conversation between the two cloaked men, his senses sharpened. The mention of "muggle newspapers" and their dismissive attitude towards the reported terrorism caught his attention. It was evident that these individuals were not ordinary terrorists, but part of a darker and more sinister faction.
The reference to the "Dark Lord" sent a chill down Merlin's spine. He had encountered such evil forces in the past, and he knew the potential consequences of their actions. The conversation hinted at a hidden agenda, one that involved orchestrating a quick attack with limited casualties.
"It's a real shame that Potter got away again," The first cloaked man commented angrily, "Fancy using a flying motorcycle, wish I could have got a killing shot at that half-giant oaf, that would have made my night."
"Indeed, although Potter escaped yet again," The second man's cold voice replied stiffly, "It wasn't a completely wasted opportunity, our Lord did manage to strike that ex-auror dead."
Merlin slowly got up from his seat, his eyes locked onto the backs of both cloaked men, no, sorcerers - that's what they were, he was certain. It also seemed that they were involved with the attack on the bridge he had just read about and not only that, but we're also connected to what he saw yesterday in Little Whinging.
Not wanting to risk getting their attention, Merlin slung his satchel onto his shoulder and quickly averted his eyes away from the pair as one of them turned to look back. Merlin didn't look up and made a show of struggling with the clasp on the satchel, as he felt a piercing gaze rest upon him.
"Stupid thing," Merlin commented, indicating to the satchel as he looked up to meet a pair of stony brown eyes, as the cloaked man grunted in response, Merlin nodded politely and mustered a casual farewell. "Well, you have a good day," he said, his voice laced with a careful blend of friendliness and disinterest.
As Merlin walked away from the village, he maintained a measured pace, careful not to draw any suspicion from the two cloaked men. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered within him. There was something unsettling about the encounter, and his instincts told him that he had stumbled upon a dangerous situation.
With each step, Merlin's mind raced, contemplating the possibilities and potential implications of what he had witnessed. He couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that the two men were involved in something far more sinister than he initially suspected. The mention of the Dark Lord and their cold indifference towards the attack on the London Bridge only deepened his concerns. Despite his curiosity and desire to uncover the truth, Merlin knew that caution was essential. He didn't want to inadvertently alert the sorcerers to his suspicions or make them aware that he knew more than he should.
Arriving home ten minutes later, he made sure to place a protective barrier up and around his house. Merlin wasn't sure why, but something was telling him that those two were up to no good and their intentions were sinister. Trying to shake the awful feeling, Merlin went around to the right side of his house where a large vegetable garden was situated.
Merlin was very proud of his home-grown vegetables, in his garden there was different types of beetroot, broccoli, cabbage, cauliflower, different varieties of carrots - his personal favourite being a Black Nebula, a carrot that came in such a deep shade of purple it was almost black and there was also varieties of tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, lettuce, pumpkins and potatoes.
Whilst Merlin tended to his veggies and harvesting any that would be great for the markets tomorrow, there was a rustle in the leaves and looking up Merlin could see a fox darting out from the trees. This particular fox had been visiting him once a week for quite some time now, Merlin thought it was a she and he would always bring her out some water and a piece of leftover roast chicken if he had any.
"I'm sorry," Merlin apologised to the fox, who was staring intently at him, "I don't have chicken for you today, but I will get you some water if you would like?"
The fox made a what seemed to Merlin a disappointed huffing sound and he went inside to fetch of bowl of water for her. Watching her cautiously sniff the water bowl for a moment, Merlin went back to finish harvesting his vegetables. When he had picked his last veggie - a sugar beet, a beetroot that was white in colour and so sweet that some folks even make their own beet sugar at home - an interesting project, particularly if you're interested in self-sufficiency, Merlin realised that the fox had left and that he could hear screaming coming from the village.
Quickly placing his harvest just inside the front door, Merlin locked the house up and went sprinting out of the woods and back down to the village to see what was going on. Upon arriving back at the outskirts of the village Merlin stopped and took in the sight of the village on fire. There was black smoke spiralling through the sky and darting towards the shops and the people that were desperately trying to run away.
As Merlin stared at the black smoke, he could make out the forms of the two cloaked men from earlier astride broomsticks. They were laughing in such a way that sent chills down his spine, Merlin started approach the town again when the two men sent green flashes of light towards the people, striking many in the back.
As he got closer to the people that had been hit, Merlin realised it must have been the same magic that had killed the snowy owl. It was at that moment that the sky above the village was bathed in a bright green light, looking up, Merlin could see a formation start to take shape. As the glittery smokey shape finally gained its shape, Merlin could see that it was a green skull with a snake protruding from its mouth and just as quick as the attack began it was over and the two men were gone.