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Challenges of the Heart	By : CrazyEyesChick Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 8731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Previsoulsy:

‘Do not fret, Young Pendragon. My master is fine. Now, I believe it is time to save the future of Albion’

Merlin pushed himself off the ground feeling revigorated. His body still struggled with its balance, but aside from that, he was ready to act and stand by his King’s side.

Arthur clasped his hand in his, climbing together Kilgharrah scaled back as the Knights followed one by one.

And just like that, the winged beast took them in the vast cloudy sky, rushing to its destination.

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As far as dragon flying experience went, Arthur can’t say it was his favorite.His stomach was upset, churning while his eyes were firmly closed, terrified of being on such a creature.

His mind was still struggling to come to grips with everything that’s happened so far, and the wind striking his bruised face at harsh speed was not helping matters.

He dared cast a glance at Merlin’s determined face while they rode to save Camelot. His hold on Merlin’s back tighten as if he was afraid to lose him again. The added pressure on the sorcerer’s back caused Merlin’s head to turn slightly towards the blonde haired man. Merlin gave a soft, resigned smile, as if he was unsure of where to stand with his King; fearing the postponed reaction to all of his secrets. Arthur promptly looked away, a hint of a blush creeping onto his predominant cheekbones.

The fast speed at which they rode made it hard to communicate as Sir Leon yelled from the back.

‘How long until we reach our destination?’ asked

Breaking contact with Arthur’s suddenly shy demeanor, Merlin’s strong voice beamed through the sky

‘It shouldn’t be too long now’ he winced, one hand palming his already closing wounds. Whatever his kin did, it was working. His magic growing, his flesh restoring slowly.

Looking ahead as they fast approached, the warlock could feel the condensed magic heading towards the place he’d learn to call home. They were many of them. Merlin’s mind conjured an image of Morgana’s wicked smile.

He guessed it wasn’t hard in this era to find angry sorcerers to pit against Camelot’s king and subjects.

Renewing his resolve, Merlin was confident he could beat them, especially now that he had Arthur with him. It warmed his heart to finally be seen by this wonderful man. He had to protect Camelot and its people.

‘Young Warlock! Up ahead, there are men marching towards the kingdom. I am afraid they are already laying siege to the city, the walls are barely holding! We might be too late’ growled the old dragon to his master.

Merlin felt the beast’s sorrow in his being; but he couldn’t let himself give up. Gwen was there, Gaius too. He would not let anyone die for his mistakes.

He pushed forwards, Kilgharrah gliding between the clouds, his wings cutting sharp through the air, while Merlin envisioned himself killing all those traitors.

‘I won’t let my friends die! Just go faster!’ The group stayed silent, while eyeing Merlin with hope. It brought the knights and Arthur’s strength to have Merlin so headstrong again.

Arthur wasn’t blind, his manservant was not at his best. However he planned to dispose of those sorcerers, he surely couldn’t do it as he was right now.

‘Merlin…’ The king’s voice pleaded.

‘Shut up you clotpole!’ Merlin’s face turned finally to lock their eyes together.

‘Hey now…!’Arthur squinted at Merlin, fainting his displeasure, but stopped mid sentence upon seeing those lovely features contort into something he couldn’t describe.

Those once blue as sky irises were now fuelled with magic, a blazing yellow filled with conviction and rage. Arthur gulped down saliva, his own oceanic blue orbs blowed wide in respect.

Beside the sound of air hitting their flesh and garments, there was a hollow silence. Merlin gathered his thoughts before speaking.

‘Look, I know I don’t have the right to ask this of you, but you need to trust me. I will do whatever I can to stop them.’ he stuttered, his hands all of a sudden damp

‘Even...E-even if I have to kill them all.’ The last part was bitter on his tongue.

‘Young Warlock’ Kilgharrah intervened, his white sharp teeth showing ‘They are your kin as well…’ the warning was clear in the dragon’s voice. Merlin would be no better than Morgana. That many casualties at one’s hand could change a man.

‘I don’t care. I haven’t been through all of this to be doing nothing. They brought this upon themselves. By going against the future of Albion! They should all know the prophecy’

Everyone pondered at the thought. Their Merlin would never be the same. They shivered at what this could mean.

‘ Perhaps, but it might lead you towards a dangerous path as well. Do not let your emotions cloud your judgement Master’ scolded Kilgharrah as he soared high in the air, going faster.

Merlin let the wise words wash over him. ‘ I know Kilgharrah.’ he replied softer this time, anger void from his voice.

‘I’m just out of options...Right now, I’m our only chance at saving Camelot, no offense intended my King’. He cheated a look backwards to his King who was holding onto dear life on the rags he wore.

‘Please, I know a losing fight when I see one. I..uhmm...saw what you could do and I dare say you are right.’ Through this low attempt of trying to get a rise out of him, Arthur could finally see his old flame come back.

His lips curved into a smile, but Arthur’s eyes told another story. He was worried for his friend; the one he had come to love with such passion.

He did not want Merlin killing people. He couldn’t put such a burden on him.

Leon could not let his friend do this either. It was their job as knights to protect their King and country, not their friends, no matter how powerful he was.

‘Still, we can’t let you do that Merlin. Surely, there must be another way. Sire?’

Casting his eyes unto what he could see was his home been attacked, Arthur’s wisdom and maturity spoke through his words.

‘Leon’s right Merlin! Killing changes a man.’ The timber of his voice was low, which meant to show how serious he was about this.

BOOM!!

Unexpectedly, their conversation came to a halt when a dark cloud of smoke emerged below them. They had reached their destination, it seemed and it was worst than expected.

The king stopped as they got closer to the tyranny. Pain stuck his chest, his lungs incapable of drawing breath for a moment. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

‘Oh god…!’ gasped Elyan ‘Guinevere!’ yelled Elyan thinking of his sister trapped in the chaos. Arthur clenched his teeth, how could this have happened. Several gasps joined his own.

Lucky for them, they still remained hidden by the the clouds, so no one could spot them.

Still, the damage was nothing they were prepared for. Arthur’s eyes watered at the sight. The group was shut silent.

Wind carried the screams upward, heart wrenching yells of agony from lives destroyed once again by magic. The stones of the walls were crumbling, sparks of lightening passed by them to strike those unfortunate enough to be hit. They were barely holding on.

Merlin’s magic was in turmoil. It burned him from the inside. All the hurt. All the deaths; how could he have let this happened. Biting his lips in remorse, he regretted not having killed Morgana when he had the chance. This was all his fault. The warlock’s shoulder’s slump, he whimpered at what magic could do.

Arthur had to do something.

What Camelot needed was magic.

It needed Merlin.

So he did the only thing he could do. He hit his manservant in the back of his head, hard.

‘SNAP OUT OF IT MERLIN!’ Merlin yelped, startled out of his misery, eyes slick with tears and filled with sorrow. Arthur swallowed the urge to hug him, and hardened his stare.

‘Why!’ sobered Merlin ‘ Can’t you see this is all my fault, I- I didn’t think it would be this bad. Arthur I’m - ‘

‘Don’t you dare finish this sentence!’ Arthur shook him, but couldn’t hold back his own tears ‘ I love you and right now, Camelot needs you. I need you Merlin! You said you wouldn’t give up. SO don’t!’

Merlin tried to hide his face, but when he attempted to, he was pulled back by Arthur’s strong grip on each side of his face.

The knights looked at each other in surprise. Only Leon seemed to be aware of their King’s sudden burst of emotions. Leon smiled warmly at the sight. Merlin had indeed changed his master for the better.

When Merlin didn’t answer, Arthur renewed his spirit and pressed him closer, so their nose were brushing delicately against each other. Their warm breath mingled together urging Arthur to get his newfound lover to acknowledge his words.

‘Look at me! This might not be the best time and I might react differently later, but know this. I believe in you. I’ve never encountered anyone as strong as you before. You had Morgana scared! If we need to bring back magic into the land, we must do it in a way that those blinded sorcerers can learn to respect! You said before, magic can be a force for good, then show me!’

Arthur’s words meant more to him than the world itself. It might be the situation, but Merlin knew what was asked of him. His king, his love his other side of the same coin accepted him. Perhaps, this is what it meant to unite Albion. Merlin’s forearm brushed his wet cheeks away and jumped on Arthur.

Trembling fingers pulled at the King’s cloak, his nose buried in the crook of Arthur’s neck. This time tears of joy flowing from those expressive orbs.

‘Show them who the most powerful sorcerer to ever walk the earth is young warlock’ joined Kilgharrah through their telepathic link; reminding him of what he was. More importantly, reminding him of who he was.

He was Emrys!
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