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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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Chapter List
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Some hard sexual stuff ahead, sexual assault BEWARE!!

Chapter 8: Forceful Encounter

Internal Merlin thoughts = "...." in italics
Talking= '....'

In the middle of a dark forest west of Camelot, a hovel hid under roots of huge trees and bushes covered by a thick mist surrounding its location. Among this dreadful looking place, a frail looking Merlin lay hanging from the cracked ceiling made of what seemed like dirt and concrete. It looked like he was badly bruised from his fight. Merlin, yet unconscious, was the only living thing that stood in the centre of this weird looking house.

The silence of the room was deafening, and only the ragged breathing of the sorcerer made the room seem alive. The room couldn't be made for more than 1 or 2 people, and it was quite dark; aside from the glimmer of the worned out candles held on the brick wall full of intertwined wines. One thing was for sure, it was a really low step for the sorceress to sink to and Merlin was in deep trouble.

After what seemed like hours, Merlin slowly cracked his eyes open. The blood that still flowed from his head wound still hurt, making it hard to focus on his surroundings. Luckily for him, it was so lightly lit that at least, it didn't hurt his vision and didn't make his head throb more.

From what he could tell by the lack of windows and the poor state of the place, it looked abandoned and would be impossible to reach unless you knew what to look for. He didn't even remember how he got there, and where was Gwaine? His heart started to pace faster with worry for his friend; he hoped to god that he was still alive. One thing was for sure; Merlin had to find a way to escape without exposing his magic.

Could he stand what the witch had in store for him, well that was another matter. 'I have to be strong for Camelot and Arthur, she won't get a thing from me, that's for sure' thought Merlin confidently, still looking around to find a way to get those bothersome chains and ropes off of him.

' Look who decided to join us' Came a feminine voice from the shadows.

'Morgana' he said glaring at the evil sorceress, clenching his teeth.

' In the flesh! Although, it's certainly not because of you, isn't Merlin?' She spat at him as he grunted at her words.

'It is not like you gave me any choice Morgana. You chose this; you sided agains t Arthur!' He replied angrily trying to move his chained body a bit forward his kidnapper. His arms were starting to get numb. 'I had to do something to stop you; you know the laws for what you have done to Camelot, to Arthur!'

Merlin still couldn't believe how she came to be this vengeful and remorseful woman. She used to be so nice and caring; and now looking at her he felt only disappointment.

Morgana walked around Merlin tauntingly, staring him down showing all her anger through her eyes. Her state of dress shocked Merlin. He laughed internally at her appearance; she must be so frustrated right now. 'How far away of a princess could she be?' He thought as he looked at her.

Her long black hair was dishevelled and dirty; leaves and dirt, and 'was that blood?' He noted, remained making her look so far from a Queen. Her face looked paler than usual, dark circles created by lack of good sleep were present and her smooth delicate features were graced with little scars, signs of wear as well as dirt from bad housing furniture no doubt. She looked thinner than before and that was saying something; she was already a sight for sore eyes before, but even now Merlin had to admit she was still gorgeous in a ' I am crazy skinny vengeful witch look.'.

Finally getting near him, she grabbed Merlin's face forcefully, digging her long nails into Merlin's cheekbones; making him wince at the pain and the sight of more blood on his already battered face. Analyzing his situation, he didn't really know what to expect and that is what he feared more.

'You can blame this on me all you want' she said closer to his face now ' but we all know who's fault it is I am here in this dump!'

She pushed him away with the small hand holding him by his face. The chains followed his body's movement, throwing him backwards and dangling him left and right. 'It hurts' Merlin noticed as his wrists were being shafted by the ropes. The skin was an angry red, dry blood still present along with scratches that would definitely leave marks. It burned like crazy.

'Arg...hmf' he said. Morgana looked at him gleefully as his face contorted with pain.

He was getting light headed. His injuries were not getting better, and he was dehydrated.

"I need to stay awake, there is no telling what she will do to me if I pass out." He thought "Hopefully, it will give time to Arthur to find me... That is if he wants to."

He reminded himself of this morning, or was it yesterday morning. He could not tell the time. Thinking about this made him more depressed, thus helping Morgana win, which could not happen! He had to be strong and withstand this without his magic helping him. She would surely kill him if she knew the truth, or use it against him. He had to buy himself some time.

'What do you want from me Morgana? Surely its not to braid your hair.' He said, regretting it as he noticed her smile fell from her visage. "Great going Merlin, make her angrier! Perhaps Gaius was right saying I have a death wish. Regardless, my mouth is my only weapon right now" He surrendered the idea that he come away from this unscattered.

' You think you're so clever, don't you?'

' I like to think so, yeah.' He smiled in response.

Morgana decided then to humour him. She sat in a small dusty linen padded chair, luckily strong enough to withstand her small weight and looked at him with amusement.

'Oh Merlin!' She chuckled 'You really think I'm stupid enough to tell you my plan? Like that ever worked for anyone before. So please, don't insult me; after all, remember who holds your life in her hands' She smirked at him, her long fingers playing through her hair seductively.

' So what, you'll just keep me here for all eternity? You really don't want to keep me here Morgana' he mumbled on, trying to steady his footing on the ground to avoid moving 'Arthur's annoyed at me after 5 seconds, and you know how he is. I really doubt you'll fare better, so why not let me go before I talk your ears off?' He tempted faith, there was no chance she'd go for that.

'Damn these ropes...they won't budge!' He thought as he still tried to get his hands free. "Any Magic is useless, since she would feel it right away" he came to a conclusion.

'No worries, I am sure we will find a better use for that big mouth of yours ' The witch replied nonchalantly in his direction. Knowing something he didn't, maybe?

"What is that supposed to mean?'

' In the meantime, why don't you relax and enjoy your stay. Sadly, it's not a 4 star inn, but what can I say, you know how it is. So ponder on the reason you're here if that amuses you, but try to last the night so we can play again tomorrow.' She got up, dismissed his presence and decided to add a few more lined for effect before leaving him alone in complete darkness

'After all, I still have so much to do : a castle to conquer, a throne to claim, people to threaten, you know!' Waving her hand like they were like the usual things to do. Before leaving, she glanced at him to his anguish and confusion. Satisfied, she said: 'See you!' And magically, through a flick of the wrist, extinguished all the candles remaining, thus leaving silence, a stunned Merlin and a few suspicious noises outside behind her. Merlin was flabbergasted; his mouth hanging open like a fish out of water at the events that transpired in front of him. A few minutes of silence in complete darkness passed by before Merlin regained his senses.

' Morgana?....MORGANA!?.. You're just ....going to leave me there? Really?' Said Merlin raising his voice trying to make himself be heard.

Still more silence....

And more....

"Great!" He sighed, exasperated as he closed his tired eyes, finally getting some rest.

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In the dread of the night, close to the gates of Camelot. A hooded figure, holding a small leather bound booklet, hides waiting near the large trees of the entrance of the King's castle. Noting the positions of the guards, it looked impossible for the shadowy figure to pass on the other side of the large metallic gates. Guards held their post, unaware of the danger that was approaching.

Through the hidden mist that appeared out of nowhere, a feminine figure made it close to the entry. Her arm shot forward straight ahead and her delicate hand opened wide with nothing to protect her from the heavy armored gatekeepers.

The guards waived their swords in front of them to defend themselves from this mysterious intruder

'HALT! WHO GOES THERE! No one is allowed -'

'Swefe nu' whispered softly the lady in the dark velvet cape as the guards abruptly stopped their sentence to slowly fall in a peaceful sleep, not to disturb anyone. Only the sound of their weapons echoed through the starless night.

The hooded figure exited the inside of the gates to meet the benefactor of his escape. Close to the dark deformed tree almost enclosing the gates, the hooded man lowered down his hood to reveal himself. He was a knight in Arthur's army, not as close to him as the Knights of the round table, but close enough to be able to get the information needed what she needed from this worthless King. Men were so gullible, they were such easy prey to manipulation.

Sir Harold used to be infatuated with her when she lived as the King's ward, so he was easily swayed to her side. Of course, she didn't really care about the man, but love is a sentiment found on the losing side and so easily usable. The fact that he hated arthur's manservant had just been a bonus. It was time to get what she wanted as she revealed herself to be the evil witch Morgana.

'Have you got what I asked of you' she asked placing a light touch of her hand to his shoulder. Urg, he was such a pathetic man, but useful nonetheless.

Bowing, he said: 'Yes, milady' showing her the small journal. ' It has all the information you need. I believe the boy is the key to destroy Arthur and have you as the rightful Queen of Camelot'

' I would remind you Sir harold that you serve me, therefore you DO NOT tell me what I SHOULD DO!! IS THAT CLEAR?' She raised her voice clearly scaring the young man, making her magic flare with anger. She had to calm herself; he was no good to her dead. Real strong men were so hard to come by these days. So far, only the worthless Merlin had manage to defy her and make her insides burn. He was far from what you would call strong muscles either, which once again surprised her. Now, to the task at hand.

' Yes... I understand! It won't happen again. I only wished to repeat the greatness of such an amazing feat' he said bowing once last time.

Straightening up his posture, he showed the notes to the lady with shaky hands.

'Here is what you asked, my lady. Hope they will serve you well.' He said looking into her beautiful green eyes, hoping to please her. He opened the book in front her for Morgana to witness. What she saw pleased her; perhaps she was wrong about him. Regardless, she had what it took to plunge Camelot and her dear step brother into Chaos. Whatever was in the book, Merlin would regret meeting her.

Inside her black cloak, her hand teached for a piece of old parchment. She began chanting words from the Old tongue, softly and surely.

"Write þás gelicnesse ond afæstne þa þæm clute þa"

Suddenly, her eyes glowed gold, surprising Sir Harold as the pages from his notes were writing themselves on the piece of yellow paper. It looked like an exact copy of what the soldier wrote.

' You have done well, Sir Harold! This gives me more than I needed, perhaps you will be able to join me in the fun.' She smirked, thinking of something 'I'm sure you can't wait to let my precious prisoner know how much you like him.' He acquiescent a licious smile marking his rough features.

' It would my pleasure to be at your side, Lady Morgana. It is time the boy learns his place; and it certainly not by a king's side' he said gritting his teeth, chuckling darkly with a hint of resentment against Arthur.

She put the copied notes into her cloak and advanced seductively towards the bearded man in front of her. She could not stay any longer; there was a pathetic lump of meat hanging in her hovel waiting for her devious attention, so she had to rest for the remainder of the night. She licked her luscious wet lips at the possibilities. For now, she had to bid farewell to her little clueless toy.

Her toy took joy in seeing her lips licked, and even more so when she approached him, leaving a chaste kiss on the corner of his slightly hairy mouth.

'I have to get back; staying in these parts is spelling trouble for my carefully laid plans. Your cover could be blown, my love. Just remember, Arthur deserves this pain and loss for putting a servant above his station, therefore letting you and his knights down. I will call on you when the moon is to its brightest and highest; be ready...' she said evil

Dramatically, as the wind changed direction, blowing her black velvet cape into the sky, she adjusted her heavy hood over her glowing eyes leaving the knight behind her. Her back turned to Camelot, like a slow promise to come back, she softly chuckled to herself; only her devious smile left reflected by the rays of the full moon.

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After travelling throughout the woods at night all alone, a small wooden door made itself visible to the Evil Witch, allowing her some rest. After all, torturing, killing and plan making were high density tasks. ???SUCH TIRESOME TASKS???

Getting off her brown mare, she stepped down in the dirt. Ignoring the state of her wrinkled ripped dress and her dirty shoes, she pushed the door open. She threw her cloak on the cracked floor and went to check on her latest victim, to bring better dreams. Her place was small, but Merlin's limp body was still hidden from her sight by a brick wall. She'd have to move him if she wanted to play with him later.

She slowly made her way to the center of the room where he lay sleeping. She raised her hand towards his worned out face to leave one of her slim finger graze his cheek seductively. Soon, this fool will feel the real meaning of pain.

Morgana then moved her still finger to slip a speck of dried blood on it to bring it up to her waiting mouth. As she turned away from her just dessert to head to bed, she said aloud, grinning:

'Better be prepared Merlin, because: There. Will. Be. A. RECKONING,!'

THe end

Swefe nu= sleeping spell
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