A Word for Forgotten Songs (6/20)
Title: A Word for Forgotten Songs
Fandom: Merlin
Characters: Merlin, Arthur, Uther, Gaius, Gwen, Morgana, Leon, OMC
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: 742 (this chapter)
Summary: A strange warrior arrives in time to save Arthur and Merlin from bandits. He is wounded and falls ill. As Gaius cares for the wound, he knows the blade was dipped in a potion that only affects those with magic. After he heals, Merlin talks with him of magic and Arthur spars with him. They then learn that the bandit attack was not random.
Author's Note: This has been sitting on my computer for over 3 years! It's still not done but I couldn't put off the posting any longer. The original character is from one of my series and I kinda place him in lots of fandoms. His original series starts here. The story is set in series 2, somewhat early on. It's unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.
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That night, Alan was awoken by a voice calling Merlin. He cracked open an eye and watched from his pallet as they boy quietly put on his boots and slipped from the room. Alan shoved his feet into his own boots and followed.
Merlin must have done this a few times before because he knew how to avoid the patrols. They continued going down, skirting past the dungeon guards. Merlin then grabbed a torch from the wall and headed down the dark staircase. Alan made sure to stay out of the glow of the torch and stopped when Merlin stopped.
There was nothing there, just a giant cavern. Who would the boy be meeting here in secret? It certainly couldn’t be for a tryst, not down here. All Alan could think of was that it had to do with magic. That was the only major secret he had.
Alan then heard the voice. Even over the reverberation, he recognized it as the one who had spoken to him in his dreams. He moved closer to the opening, wanting to put a face to the voice. What he saw was not what he expected and the expletive slipped from his mouth.
Merlin turned. “Alan? What are you doing here?”
“I saw you sneaking out in the middle of the night. Of course I’d follow.”
That’s when the dragon - dragon! - spoke. “I believe he heard me call you.” It turned its large head and hypnotic eyes in Alan’s direction. “I said you would see me when you were well.”
Alan didn’t know what to say. What did one say to a dragon? He couldn’t deny the whole thing, say it was impossible, as he was looking right at it. “How?” was all he managed.
Merlin looked at the dragon, who nodded. “Uther killed all the other dragons when he banished magic. He was kept as an example.”
“And you’re the only one who knows?”
“No. I’m the only one he talks to.”
“Why has it chosen you?”
“I do have my own voice, Rimílid. I have chosen Merlin because one day he will become the greatest warlock ever known.” The dragon lowered its head until its eye was even with Alan. “Something you know full well.”
How does he know I know about Merlin? And that name. I haven’t been called that in ages. He was in my head, of course he knows. “Why me?”
“You have magic,” said the dragon.
Alan was not about to argue with a mythical beast.
“I wanted to meet you.”
“Um, thank you?”
“Perhaps you can convince Merlin of the danger the Lady Morgana poses.”
“Morgana the witch? I haven’t met her yet.” He looked at Merlin. “Why is that?” Merlin was staring at him with his mouth open. “What?”
“You know Morgana is a witch? She’s only just learning of her power.”
Crap! The stories only talked about Arthur’s childhood, and even then they never agreed. How was I supposed to know about Morgana? “Um…”
“Stories of your deeds will be passed down from generation to generation,” said the dragon. “That is how Alan knows of you.”
“Where I come from, you’re a legend, a myth. I didn’t even know you were real.”
“Then you can tell me the future, tell me about Arthur.”
“No, I can’t. I have no idea how much of what I know is fact. Even if it were 100% true, I still couldn’t tell you. Knowing the future would change the whole way you live your life which could then change the future.”
“So telling me the future could change the future?” Merlin turned to the dragon. “You tell me things all the time.”
“I merely give warnings or vague generalizations. Nothing definitive. What the colonel says is true. Time is not fixed. I can see a myriad of futures that all depend on choices people make.”
“So you knew of us when we brought you to Camelot.” He sounded hurt.
“Not until you said your names. Stories are really sketchy about your youth. And I think I’d better leave it at that. I’d rather not risk letting anything else slip.”
“Tomorrow you will meet Morgana,” declared the dragon. “Then you will see for yourself.”
Alan didn’t know what to say to that, or even what he’d be able to do to persuade Merlin about Morgana. If he did anything now, it would ruin centuries of legend. Me and my big mouth.
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Fandom: Merlin
Characters: Merlin, Arthur, Uther, Gaius, Gwen, Morgana, Leon, OMC
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: 742 (this chapter)
Summary: A strange warrior arrives in time to save Arthur and Merlin from bandits. He is wounded and falls ill. As Gaius cares for the wound, he knows the blade was dipped in a potion that only affects those with magic. After he heals, Merlin talks with him of magic and Arthur spars with him. They then learn that the bandit attack was not random.
Author's Note: This has been sitting on my computer for over 3 years! It's still not done but I couldn't put off the posting any longer. The original character is from one of my series and I kinda place him in lots of fandoms. His original series starts here. The story is set in series 2, somewhat early on. It's unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.
1 2 3 4 5
That night, Alan was awoken by a voice calling Merlin. He cracked open an eye and watched from his pallet as they boy quietly put on his boots and slipped from the room. Alan shoved his feet into his own boots and followed.
Merlin must have done this a few times before because he knew how to avoid the patrols. They continued going down, skirting past the dungeon guards. Merlin then grabbed a torch from the wall and headed down the dark staircase. Alan made sure to stay out of the glow of the torch and stopped when Merlin stopped.
There was nothing there, just a giant cavern. Who would the boy be meeting here in secret? It certainly couldn’t be for a tryst, not down here. All Alan could think of was that it had to do with magic. That was the only major secret he had.
Alan then heard the voice. Even over the reverberation, he recognized it as the one who had spoken to him in his dreams. He moved closer to the opening, wanting to put a face to the voice. What he saw was not what he expected and the expletive slipped from his mouth.
Merlin turned. “Alan? What are you doing here?”
“I saw you sneaking out in the middle of the night. Of course I’d follow.”
That’s when the dragon - dragon! - spoke. “I believe he heard me call you.” It turned its large head and hypnotic eyes in Alan’s direction. “I said you would see me when you were well.”
Alan didn’t know what to say. What did one say to a dragon? He couldn’t deny the whole thing, say it was impossible, as he was looking right at it. “How?” was all he managed.
Merlin looked at the dragon, who nodded. “Uther killed all the other dragons when he banished magic. He was kept as an example.”
“And you’re the only one who knows?”
“No. I’m the only one he talks to.”
“Why has it chosen you?”
“I do have my own voice, Rimílid. I have chosen Merlin because one day he will become the greatest warlock ever known.” The dragon lowered its head until its eye was even with Alan. “Something you know full well.”
How does he know I know about Merlin? And that name. I haven’t been called that in ages. He was in my head, of course he knows. “Why me?”
“You have magic,” said the dragon.
Alan was not about to argue with a mythical beast.
“I wanted to meet you.”
“Um, thank you?”
“Perhaps you can convince Merlin of the danger the Lady Morgana poses.”
“Morgana the witch? I haven’t met her yet.” He looked at Merlin. “Why is that?” Merlin was staring at him with his mouth open. “What?”
“You know Morgana is a witch? She’s only just learning of her power.”
Crap! The stories only talked about Arthur’s childhood, and even then they never agreed. How was I supposed to know about Morgana? “Um…”
“Stories of your deeds will be passed down from generation to generation,” said the dragon. “That is how Alan knows of you.”
“Where I come from, you’re a legend, a myth. I didn’t even know you were real.”
“Then you can tell me the future, tell me about Arthur.”
“No, I can’t. I have no idea how much of what I know is fact. Even if it were 100% true, I still couldn’t tell you. Knowing the future would change the whole way you live your life which could then change the future.”
“So telling me the future could change the future?” Merlin turned to the dragon. “You tell me things all the time.”
“I merely give warnings or vague generalizations. Nothing definitive. What the colonel says is true. Time is not fixed. I can see a myriad of futures that all depend on choices people make.”
“So you knew of us when we brought you to Camelot.” He sounded hurt.
“Not until you said your names. Stories are really sketchy about your youth. And I think I’d better leave it at that. I’d rather not risk letting anything else slip.”
“Tomorrow you will meet Morgana,” declared the dragon. “Then you will see for yourself.”
Alan didn’t know what to say to that, or even what he’d be able to do to persuade Merlin about Morgana. If he did anything now, it would ruin centuries of legend. Me and my big mouth.
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