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The Magic of Love	By : kdarkbutterfly Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 4251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Magic of Love
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-ch. 9
- 5
- 6
- 7
**Merlin**
A month later filled with sneaking into each other’s rooms and sudden snatching in the halls to steal a few kisses and groping, Merlin couldn’t think of a happier time. However, something seemed off. He did change Mordred’s destiny to prevent him from being the one that kills Arthur, though afterwards Merlin needed two days to recover. It was intense as he diverted Mordred’s fate into a different direction, hoping to weave it into a more happier one. It did exhaust him of all his energy and personal magic, in which he slept for two solid days with Arthur hovering over him. Once Merlin awoke, Arthur forbade him from doing that again and Merlin told him he’ll most likely do it again, so after a day of fighting, they both compromised that Merlin is to not do that again without preparation and Arthur’s knowledge.
The day before Samhain Merlin still feels uneasy, unsure where these premonitions are coming from so he goes to Gaius for help.
“Gaius,” Merlin catches his old mentor’s attention after the preliminary chit-chat, “I’m getting weird feelings that something bad is about to happen.”
“Like in dreams?” Gaius asks, curious and concerned.
“No,” Merlin’s face scrunches as something tickles his memories, “Wait, what ever happened with Morgana?”
“I don’t know,” Gaius replies, looking a little bewildered, “She hasn’t attacked Camelot in a while.”
“Exactly,” Merlin smiles, “Which means she might be planning on doing something soon, it’s been too quiet from her.”
“Well other than keeping an eye out for anything suspicious, there’s nothing we can do about her,” Gaius says.
“No, I can spy on her,” Merlin says as he leaps out of his seat and grabs one of Gaius’ herbal bowls. He spells some water in it and places on the table in front of them.
“You know the spell?” Gaius asks.
“Yeah, it was one of the spells Godmother taught me,” Merlin answers, “But she did warn me to not use it to ‘stick my nose in other people’s business’. It was how I knew you got my letters though.”
“Sounds like she knows you well,” Gaius teases Merlin with a chuckle.
“I haven’t used since,” Merlin defends himself, “But in this case, it’s important to know if she’s planning something.”
“Datgelu Morgana,” Merlin says the spell as he thinks about the whereabouts she could be. In the water, it shows fog before they suddenly see a harried looking Morgana pushing a cart with her half-sister, Morgause, who’s face is half scarred and she looks like she’s dying.
“It looks like they’ve survived,” Gaius comments, “Though Morgause doesn’t look like she’s going to make it.”
“Yes, but where are they heading?” Merlin asks in frustration as he wishes there was sound.
“Ah, look,” Gaius points to the background, “They’re near the white mountains and my guess is that they would be heading to the Isle of the Blessed.”
“But why?” Merlin asks as he looks up at Gaius.
“Hm, good question,” Gaius replies, “It could be that there might be something there than can cure Morgause and stop her from dying, but why take this long to heal her?”
Gaius steps away and paces to think.
“Well the magic of the land won’t help her,” Merlin states with a twist of a smile, “And we have the cup of life locked in the vault down below. What else can they use to help them?”
“There’s something peculiar about them going to the Isle of the Blessed so close to Samhain,” Gaius mutters as he thinks, “Hm, Morgause is dying but is hanging on until…. I got it.”
Gaius stops pacing and looks at Merlin with dread.
“On Samhain, the high priestess can make a blood sacrifice to Cailleach and open the veil between our world and the spirit world where the Dorocha can enter our world. The Dorocha are spirits of the dead and they are numberless. One touch and you will be killed, they are undefeatable against magic and mortal weapons. The only way to ward them off is light,” Gaius explains, “The only way to stop them is to make another blood sacrifice to heal the tear. You must stop her Merlin.”
“I will,” Merlin promises, “I’ll need to hurry then to catch up to her. Samhain tomorrow and she’s got a head start.”
“You should take a few knights with you as well,” Gaius suggests.
“Ok, I’ll ask Arthur,” Merlin replies before getting up and leaving the physician’s quarters. He knows Arthur is in the throne room, so that’s where he heads to. Merlin got lucky that Arthur is just finishing up a meeting as the nobles file out of the room.
“Arthur,” Merlin catches his king’s attention.
“Merlin,” Arthur grins at him and walks over. Once he’s close enough, Arthur grabs Merlin, pulling him closer and kisses him, “I’ve missed you all day.”
Merlin enjoys the kissing as he kisses back before remembering his mission.
“Arthur, I have serious news,” Merlin hates to interrupt what could lead into sex. Arthur pouts as he pulls away, “It’s about Morgana.”
“What about her?” Arthur asks, instantly switching gears into serious mode.
“I know her and Morgause are heading towards the Isle of the Blessed to perform a ceremony to create a tear in the veil between our world and the spirit world, unleashing ghosts that can kill us but we can’t kill them,” Merlin summarizes the situation quickly, “I need to go stop her.”
“You’ll be taking some protection,” Arthur demands, “a few trusted knights will go with you.”
“Thanks,” Merlin smiles before adding, “I-I want to change her destiny. She is apparently the hate to my love and I love you quite a lot, so she hates you quite a lot.”
“You want to do it right away?” Arthur asks apprehensively as they both know it’ll put him out for a couple of days.
“Yes, the sooner the better,” Merlin replies decisively.
“Then I’m coming with you,” Arthur says in a no-brook tone, “I want to make sure you’re safe and I will worry too much if I’m not there with you.”
Merlin opens his mouth to protest, but the look in Arthur’s stubborn face tells him that he won’t win the argument.
“I mean it Merlin,” Arthur reinforces, “You’ll be vulnerable during that time and I can only trust myself in ensuring your safety.”
Merlin blushes slightly at Arthur’s concern over him, but knows that if it was the other way around, he would be doing the same thing.
“Fine,” Merlin gives in, “But we need to leave right now. Morgana is almost to the Isle and we must be there before Samhain to prevent them from opening the veil.”
“Harold,” Arthur calls out for his manservant, “I need the horses ready for myself, Merlin and a few of my knights. Inform Gwaine, Lancelot, Percival, and Mordred that they’re coming along in a quest.”
Merlin looks surprised at Mordred coming along, but doesn’t question it as he might be useful to persuade Morgana on stopping the ritual.
“Come,” Arthur looks at Merlin, “We need to pack for the trip.”
They both hurry down the hall and into their respectful rooms to pack for the journey. Merlin makes sure to bring a couple extra healing potions and of course his staff. He’s going up against two powerful sorceresses and while he might not need it, he wants to have the comfort of the staff. It doesn’t take him long, so he takes his stuff down to the stables and ties his pack to his own horse. Merlin was giddy with joy on having his own noble steed that had a gentle cantor. He sees the other knights are ready.
“Hey Merlin,” Gwaine greets him, “Any idea on where we’re going?”
“The Isle of the Blessed,” Merlin informs the knights, “We need to stop Morgana from unleashing the Dorocha, spirits that can kill people but magic and weapons can’t hurt them.”
“Morgana?” Mordred looks slightly worried. Merlin looks at the young knight, he earned the position of being a knight and is apparently enjoying it as he wants to protect Arthur and Camelot. Merlin is still trying to work out a way for Mordred to use his magic during combat that fits with the knight’s code.
“Yes,” Merlin nods his head, “Hopefully we can stop her without killing her, and I really want to help her.”
Mordred nods his head, understanding what Merlin really means as Merlin doesn’t want too many people to know he can change people’s fates.
“Let’s go,” Arthur announces as he arrives and lashes his pack to his horse before vaulting his horse with flourish. Merlin gives him a rueful smile as he thinks Arthur is just showing off, but he mounts up on Arthur’s command. Soon, they leave the city walls and gallop at a fast pace towards the Isle of the Blessed.
They reach the Isle of the Blessed before midnight and all six men board the ever present boat. Merlin uses magic to propel them to the Isle, speeding it faster than before. As soon as the boat reaches the other side, they leap out of the boat and climb the steps, hearing Morgana chanting. They reach the spot where Morgana is standing over Morgause, who is laying on a rudimentary alter.
“Morgana!” Merlin yells at her as Morgana raises a knife high up in the air, “Stop!”
“You!” Morgana hisses at Merlin and the knights, “I will not stop, Arthur must pay. They all must pay.”
“Morgana, please,” Arthur begs his half-sister, “We can help you. Magic is now allowed in Camelot.”
“But for how long? Until someone kills your precious Gwen with magic and you’ll end up just like Uther,” Morgana spits out.
“What? No,” Arthur looks confused at Morgana’s accusations, “Nothing will make me re-ban magic. I even appointed Merlin to court sorcerer.”
“Merlin?” Morgana scoffs, “He doesn’t have any magic.”
“Yes I do,” Merlin takes a step forward and holds out his staff, having the crystal glow for all to see, “The magic of the land will only obey me as I’m tied to it. I am more powerful than you Morgana.”
“I doubt that,” Morgana snorts, “There is only one person more powerful than me and you are not him. Though I’m surprised you can do magic.”
“It was my best kept secret,” Merlin smiles a little bit, “The druids call me Emrys-“
Morgana gasps with her eyes wide at the name and quickly she points the knife in his direction.
“No, you’re lying,” Morgana says in disbelief, “You’re not him.”
“He is,” Mordred steps forward, holding his hands up, “Merlin is Emrys and I have seen what he can do. He is that powerful. Look at his eyes, Morgana. You can see the magic flowing within him.”
Morgana takes a step closer to stare at Merlin’s eyes.
“No, Sister, don’t believe them, they’re just trying to delay the ritual,” Morgause coughs as she tries to regain her sister’s attentions.
“No, it can’t be,” Morgana gasps again, “You’re the one who will kill me, I won’t let you!”
Morgana throws magic at him, trying to knock him and the knights away, but Merlin just raises his hand to block the magic’s path.
“Morgana, I can save you,” Merlin says as her magic hits his shield and bounces away harmlessly, “Please, let me save you. I want you to have a happy life not filled with so much hate. Magic is free, we are free.”
“Please Morgana,” Mordred and Arthur both beg the sorceress.
“Sister,” Morgause calls out weakly, “It is a trap, they only want to use you. They will never accept the true old religion, they will never accept you. You will never be queen.”
“I can change your fate,” Merlin pleads, “It doesn’t have to end in bloodshed. Please, you are my friend and I miss you. Gwen misses you too and so does Arthur. We all love you.”
“Since when does Merlin speak for you?” Morgana swings her gaze to Arthur with a raised eyebrow.
“Since I love him,” Arthur states, the first public declaration of his love for Merlin, which fills Merlin with happiness.
“What about Gwen? She is supposed to be your queen,” Morgana spits out the last word with hate.
“Gwen and I married several months ago,” Lancelot speaks up, “And we are very happy together.”
At Lancelot’s news, Morgana looks hesitant.
“What about an heir?” Morgana asks, though with less conviction of her position against them.
“We haven’t worked that out yet,” Arthur truthfully admits as he blushes slightly.
“Sister…” Morgause sounds very weak, like she is unable to stave off death for much longer, “We must finish…”
“Morgana,” Mordred takes a few steps closer until he’s within reach of her.
“Mordred?” Morgana looks at the young knight with recognition and hope.
“Yes,” Mordred replies with a smile, “It’s the little druid boy you saved and now it’s my turn to save you.”
Mordred reaches out to slowly take the knife from her and she collapses into his arms.
“No!” Morgause rises with fury and with the last of her strength, shoots off a wave of pure magic aimed at Mordred and Morgana. Merlin quickly points his hand and a shield reflects Morgause’s magic right back to her, effectively killing her. Morgana stares at her dead half-sister with shock.
“She was going to kill me,” Morgana says softly before looking at Merlin, “Thank you.”
“Any time,” Merlin replies with a small smile, “Let me save you from your fate.”
Morgana nods her head and with Mordred’s help, walks closer to Merlin. The knights form a semi-circle around Merlin, Morgana, and Mordred, showing their unspoken support. Merlin stands up straight, trying to look the part of a confident all-powerful sorcerer.
:Emrys: Danu’s voice rings in Merlin’s head, :You must tell the knights to escort the Sorceress back to Camelot while you and Arthur stay here to recover in your house. There is something important we must discuss.:
“Before I change Morgana’s fate,” Merlin announces suddenly as he looks back at the knights, “Arthur and I will stay at the Isle of the Blessed a little longer while the rest escort Morgana back to Camelot. It’ll take some time for me to recover and I don’t fancy being slung across a horse on the ride back.”
He gets a couple of chuckles from the knights, but they don’t argue with Merlin’s judgment. Arthur, however, looks at Merlin curiously, but doesn’t say anything either.
“I promise not to take over the kingdom,” Morgana swears, making Merlin feel much better about having her back at Camelot without his watchful eye.
Merlin inhales, psychically preparing himself for the task and then exhales. With his staff, he places it inbetween himself and Morgana, the crystal glowing once more as magic swirls around the two. Mordred had taken a step back from Morgana, but is still close enough to catch her if she should fall. Merlin pulls the magic inside of himself, knowing that his eyes are filling up with gold as Mordred had described the process from his view. Once he feels like he’s going to burst with magic he reaches with his free hand to touch the center of Morgana’s chest and pushes the magic into her, creating a link between them. With a link established, he closes his eyes as the magic shows him a thread with Morgana’s life force attached to it. He mentally reaches for that thread, tracing it to the tapestry of life and ‘seeing’ how it is supposed to be woven in. He feels the hate and despair emanating from the thread as he follows the course of Morgana’s fate. He sees visions of Morgana carving out a kingdom of her own, creating a powerful army and marching towards Camelot under a black banner with a red rowan tree as her sigil. Still the hate coursing through her, feeding into the darker parts of herself as she embraces evil. He sees the final battle in Camlann where Merlin sees himself kill her in a fit of rage and then regret.
:That’s not the life I want: Morgana says as she too is witnessing these events, feeling the same thing Merlin is as he follows her thread.
:That is the life you were going to lead if I don’t change it: Merlin responds, :I want to make it better:
Merlin reaches deep within himself, pulling up the hidden power that can defy the God’s will and forces it to merge with Morgana’s thread. It burns Merlin to have this power flow through him, but he ignores the pain as he compels it to unweave the tapestry of fate to pull Morgana’s thread out. For Merlin it’s a slow process as the tapestry doesn’t want to let Morgana’s thread loose, but he stubbornly keeps at it until the thread is free and wiggles lively in his grasp. Now comes the hard part of weaving it back in with a different pattern. Merlin dredges up more self-determination and intertwines her thread into a more favorable fate.
I want her free from hate, Merlin commands the tapestry, I want her to find love, happiness, and fortune. Let her live a life filled with joy and bliss.
Merlin pushes energy into the command, trying to make it obey him like the dragons obey the call from a dragonlord. He can feel his magic being drained from him, including the magic from the land until he is too numb. The numbness spreads throughout his body and he recedes the link connecting him to Morgana, allowing the fates to use the new pattern and command to weave a new fate for her. They both collapse, Merlin for using everything he had to change Morgana’s fate and Morgana for having her fate changed suddenly.
He feels a pair of strong arms catch him and he tilts his head back to see Arthur lifting him up in his arms. Merlin smiles before looking back at Morgana in the same position with Mordred holding her up.
“Please take her off the Isle,” Merlin barely gets the words out, “She will need to rest, so you should make camp on the other side.”
Mordred nods his head and carries Morgana pass him and Arthur. But stops as Morgana’s hand shoots out to grab Merlin’s.
“Thank you,” Morgana whispers as she looks at Merlin with great respect and kindness, “I owe you my life.”
“Just be happy,” Merlin replies with a weak smile and tries to squeeze her hand, “I’ll see you in a few days.”
Morgana nods her head as he hand falls away. Mordred smiles at Merlin before carrying Morgana to the boat.
“Tell everyone that Morgana was under Morgause’s spell,” Arthur orders the knights, “But Merlin broke the spell and she’s better now. Also, tell them that Merlin and I stayed behind to tie up loose ends, but we’ll be back in a few days.”
Merlin smiles at Arthur’s trust in him, so vastly different from when they were master and servant. The knights all nod their heads and head back to the boat with Mordred and Morgana.
“Take me to the main altar,” Merlin softly instructs Arthur, who looks at Morgause’s dead body and then at the way they came into this area.
“I really hope you know what you are doing,” Arthur grumbles, but obeys Merlin and starts walking to the other part of the island, “You need to rest and should be in a comfortable bed back in Camelot rather than roughing it on this island.”
“I do,” Merlin grins at him, trying to stay awake as they arrive at the white alter, “Past the altar is an archway that doesn’t lead to anything, take me there.”
Arthur looks dubious, but continues walking until they get to the archway. With a shaky hand Merlin reaches out to touch the stone and murmurs, cartref, the spell to open the portal. Arthur jolts slightly as suddenly rather than seeing the sea, he sees a forest with a cottage.
“Walk through,” Merlin says with another smile, “There’s a comfortable bed that I want to lie in on the other side.”
“You never cease to amaze me,” Arthur replies softly before striding through the portal. Once they go through, the portal closes, leaving them in Merlin’s woods. Arthur continues walking to the cottage and the door opens itself for them. Merlin can feel Arthur pretending the magic doesn’t faze him as he walks into the cottage and intakes a breath at the sight of the cozy interior. Merlin points to the direction of his bedroom and Arthur takes the unspoken command to carry him there.
“I take it, this is where you were staying at during those months you were missing,” Arthur comments as he walks into the bedroom. Merlin smiles as he sees his magnificent bed. He had told Arthur the story of what happened when he ran away from Arthur.
“Yes,” Merlin answers, “It’s mine, ours.”
Arthur gently places him on the bed, the covers were already pulled back, so Arthur just pulls them back over Merlin.
“Ours, eh?” Arthur grins at Merlin.
“What is mine, is yours,” Merlin replies, trying to smile back. Arthur takes off Merlin’s boots and proceeds to strip him, remembering Merlin’s preference on sleeping naked which delights Arthur.
The last thing he remembers is Arthur pulling Merlin’s tunic off before Merlin passes out from sheer exhaustion.
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