Sonic-Key-Sorcerer

The Fiery Rose; the Open Heart. Merlin gulped as he rocked a weeping Morgana back in forth on the bed in her chambers. He had only been walking back to Gaius' chambers after Arthur had dismissed him for the night, when he heard Morgana scream and start to sob. At first, he was going to ignore it and keep walking, knowing that Gwen would be in to calm the woman down eventually, but stopped short at remembering that Gwen wasn’t in Camelot. The dark skinned maidservant was away for a few days, with her father to visit her sick uncle, so Morgana was alone and Merlin was driven to break at least ten laws. He had run into her rooms and sat

Lose Before You Find Ch. 4 Footsteps echoed in a rhythm of rapid pacing in the court room, back in Camelot. It had been a week since the attack in the forest. An entire week since the knights had returned with the two disheveled men, one bleeding and one in a pained shock. Leaving most of the supplies back at the camp, Percival and Elyan had offered to stay behind to pack up what was left as Leon, Gwain, Arthur, Mordred and Merlin went back home. Mordred had fought tooth and nail to come with the knights, seeing as that Merlin was going to be leaving for Camelot for God knew how long. Since the knights had very little time for any form of an

   In reality, Merlin had not gone traveling as he had hoped. He actually had moved to the Lake of Avalon and set up a small hovel there. He settled easily enough, only bringing the few items that he needed (His spell books, herbs, his own sword, etc.) and bringing them on his horse that he had gotten three weeks after his banishment. It truly wasn’t all that bad, he would help or guide any travelers and even the odd band of Druids who were looking for save passage over the border and to another kingdom. Merlin was happy to oblige in any way he could, having instilled the skills Gaius had taught him into good use was something that Merl

Hearing about the reason for Merlin's sudden disappearance was heartbreaking, really, but if he was honest, Percival would not have expecting any differently from Arthur. Not at first, anyway. He had thought, however, that after a few days to calm down the king would have seen reason and allowed Merlin home with open arms. But as they all knew, that was not the case. He still felt Arthur was wrong in and was more than willing to ride out with Gwaine, even if it did seem like some kind of wild goose chase. That is, of course, until they saw the red neckerchief and brown jacket hanging from the line. He turned his horse in the direction of the

How dare you. How dare you cry over me; like some kind of maiden. How dare you not tell me about your magic sooner.   It's your fault. It's always your fault. Your fault for being an idiot. For being like how you always are. For always staying by my side. For being loyal. All your fault. No man should give that much. Especially you. Now here I am. Dying in your arms. All because of you. And I'm talking to you. Talking when it hurts. It hurts because it's you. I don't want you to see me dying. I want to see you smiling. Not crying. And it's all your fault that I'm hurting. Because you made me feel alive again. Made me feel

The discussion between Arthur and Merlin on the subject of magic had become an increasingly common one, it seemed to Arthur, and each time left him a mixture of more confused and something neither wanted to look too closely into. Well, that was how Arthur saw it, at least. Merlin on the other hand always seemed to press the issue with a hidden knowledge that was severely opposite of his normal carefree (In Arthur's opinion) demeanor. He sighed as Merlin went into yet another unorganized rant, who ignored said royal as he continued to make the bed. "-Well, I can't really say I hate it when I have it and-" Oh. Oh no. That's not what he meant