Whoops! (Closed)
Ever since Cedric had put the idea of trying to make his own spell, Merlin had been trying to figure out how to do it. Professor McGonagall had been helpful, but at the end of the day, it came down to him and figuring it out. He knew he wanted to try and create a spell that could help identify true intentions. There were so many people with ulterior motives in Camelot that Merlin thought it would be a good sort of spell to have. Only... Merlin didn't know where to start.
He sat on his bed in his room with a bunch of books opened around him. They all had instructions on enchantments and words to incant and it had taken him days to figure out an incantation he thought would work. Merlin stood up and walked over to the mirror. He quietly said a few words to make the image in the mirror look like Merlin, only eighty years old. This would be his practice target.
Taking a deep breath, Merlin held up an amber stone toward the mirror and concentrated on it. A long few minutes passed as he grew still in concentration. Then the words came out "onwreon cynd." Merlin's eyes flashed gold and then... nothing happened.
Nothing happened until a ball of bright light came flying out of the mirror. Merlin had to duck to avoid it. The light bounced off the wall, crashed into a lamp, caused Merlin to have to dive onto the bed, and then finally the ball of light smashed through his bedroom window and flew out into the village.
Merlin turned onto his back, breathing heavy from the sudden unexpected burst, and then started to laugh a little from the shock. Whatever that was, it had been brilliant.
He sat on his bed in his room with a bunch of books opened around him. They all had instructions on enchantments and words to incant and it had taken him days to figure out an incantation he thought would work. Merlin stood up and walked over to the mirror. He quietly said a few words to make the image in the mirror look like Merlin, only eighty years old. This would be his practice target.
Taking a deep breath, Merlin held up an amber stone toward the mirror and concentrated on it. A long few minutes passed as he grew still in concentration. Then the words came out "onwreon cynd." Merlin's eyes flashed gold and then... nothing happened.
Nothing happened until a ball of bright light came flying out of the mirror. Merlin had to duck to avoid it. The light bounced off the wall, crashed into a lamp, caused Merlin to have to dive onto the bed, and then finally the ball of light smashed through his bedroom window and flew out into the village.
Merlin turned onto his back, breathing heavy from the sudden unexpected burst, and then started to laugh a little from the shock. Whatever that was, it had been brilliant.