We dream in prison like fools (4)
Part Four.
First, Morgan appeared from behind the hill, alone.
Merlin could distinctly hear the breath-hold of all the men who were next, with a total hatred and hurt against the traitor who had sold them all.
Morgan riding without a helmet, her hair in the wind that whipped the back, which sent a strange shimmer sword in his right hand. The sun shone from the front, making them shine decorated thin coat of mail that covered his chest. The men jumped, and Merlin with them: Morgana painted on his chest bore the crown of Camelot and the two intertwined dragons of Pendragon.
The soldiers looked at each other, uncertain.
"Hold your seats!" Arthur shouted to his men, and came the echo of the orders of the King "Wait for the signal! Let nobody move! "
Morgana continued to ride until the middle of the slope, then stopped for no apparent reason.
Silence spans such as smoke, and Merlin himself was discovered to hold their breath, waiting for the girl moved.
But she remained motionless. He arrived, however, his voice, amplified a hundred times and enchanted so that came as a whisper in the ear of everyone present.
"Surrender." He said, soft and sweet as honey "There'll be okay. We do not want to hurt you, we want to help. Let us enter. Come with us and live a prosperous Camelot ever seen. It will not be destroyed, nothing will happen to your homes or your loved ones. "
Merlin looked at Arthur, alarmed and uncertain about what to do, whether to intervene, and managed to catch her eye from the slit of the helmet . Arthur waved him not to move.
"Or else," He continued to murmur the voice of Morgana "will suffer. You will suffer much. You can do nothing against us, do you have explained? We all like dry wood to burn or drown like kittens in a sack. We can go over your dead bodies, "Merlin knew that neither Arthur Uther nor could they not react much longer, but he also knew that ordering an attack would have done exactly the play of Morgan "and poison the blood of your veins. Consegnateci and Camelot Uther Pendragon. "
Merlin saw the hands of Arthur on his sword and bolt on the harness and it was decided to intervene. He closed his eyes and whispered a few words to the wind, but before he could finish the voice of Morgana spoke again and this time gave him a shiver down my spine.
"Merlin, I know you're here." He said. "You've got no hope of winning, I hope you know. Kill him before your eyes, you see, "The voice seemed genuinely sorry. Merlin could not not look wide-eyed and surprised to Arthur, staring at him, feeling grow inside the fury and fear. "It will do so in pieces at your feet. This would save, you have said, but you would not listen and have sentenced to death. When his father fall, his death will be gift Mordred for you. "
The horror took hold in Merlin and choked, and the blood quickened its run and blinded their sight. He saw the eyes of Arthur, still on him dark as they must have made her, and loved him, loved him more than he could bear.
not lose you. The promised silently. Just let me do it.
" Uhyer Wende Ovall moranye" whispered, and threw up his arms to draw your magic pushed her out of his body from his chest, felt it build up and weigh them on his fingers on his hands until , was not ready, until it was full and then let it come out all at once.
Fast as the wind, a stream of water slipped slid down from its index and dry grass, sliding forward between the legs of unsuspecting soldiers like a snake in the lake, quickly and quietly, he climbed the hill and there began to grow, to spread.
When he saw the horse try to kick and whinny Morgana, Merlin smiled.
Morgan could not immediately understand what happened to the horse, because he continued to speak of death and destruction for even a moment. But then the horse bucks, and Merlin saw her head down, as puzzled to discover that his horse had its legs sunk in the mud. The voice remained silent while she waved her arms and shook his head, busy trying to get out of the mire.
It was not a trick, but Arthur looked at him with a sparkle in their eyes, and Merlin made his only genuine smile on the battlefield.
Suddenly, the horse made a step forward and Morgan was able to rest the feet on land again.
Someone had destroyed the spell of Merlin.
Although it was no surprise to Merlin, appear from behind the hill to see a child on horseback, however, was a blow to most of the soldiers of Camelot.
Mordred was a figure to be too sharp so far, Merlin then immediately realized that the air around him was full of magic. The wind kept away from him as if you opened up in its wake, swung closer to the treetops in different directions, as if he was fired.
He kept his back straight and sat stiffly in a huge white horse Merlin recalled that Arthur had killed the unicorn, managing to seem so small and so dangerous. Behind him appeared the army of druids. The name
army was not really appropriate, given that there were no positions that are not defined and could have been found two weapons alike. It was a crowd placed on a few rows, but that covered the entire extent of the hill, and here and there stood out some bandits, some farmer, and the entire population of the woods that Uther had never managed to drag his side.
"Ready to sign," cried Arthur, breaking the perfect silence that had been the backdrop to the arrival of enemies.
The cry echoed through the troops of Camelot, repeated ten times. Merlin could feel the fear of the men beside him, the terror of pure magic that Uther had helped create. More than one soldier closed his eyes, as if trying to remember why was there, or perhaps already giving his farewell to the things that still would not be able to see again. The army on the hill
scalp, stopping just behind Morgan and the child.
"Hold your seats!" Uther screamed in the distance.
"Nobody move!" Repeated Arthur his men.
"Emrys ..." He called the child inside the head of Merlin. Merlin knew that this moment would come.
"Mordred." He said in his head resolutely. It was the first time he called the child with his name, and the first that recognized him for what he really was: an alternative to the old religion was opposed to Arthur Pendragon, nothing to do with the frightened child and only remember that Merlin.
"We're letting die."
"I'm trying to protect them."
The child laughed (laughed so nice! Tinkling and fresh as spring water). "Thou shalt not really going to try to save them all? Why can not you do it, you know it. Just turned your head you'll find the body of your loved Pendragon on the highest rampart. "
Merlin did not reply. The fear was palpable around him, now that the wait was prolonged. Arthur stared at the enemy plane and stroked the neck of his horse.
"You can not even protect them both, you know? We will never succeed. You can not help it, Emrys, Uther is already ours. "
For a moment the only sound was the wind, then" Afraid? "The child whispered in her ear.
"Now," cried the king, and the two armies moved as one man in the most unbridled gallop.
Merlin had followed Arthur, only Arthur, holding the gaze on signs that he had on his back, and he found himself in the midst of battle. The first impulse was that he had to plug his ears. The noise was deafening, painful, iron on iron and iron on flesh and screams and screams and dust everywhere, which entered the mouth and eyes, and the earth trembled beneath him.
He lowered his eyes watery and a while a man had died before him, his mouth open in a last cry that Merlin had felt inside.
had returned to look at Arthur.
fight without the grace that Merlin had seen him show off any other time, even Ealdor, but with an almost animal rage, killed and mowed down from his mare, as if they were men to land managers all her pain, and against other men jostled like crazy again and went forward and urged the horse past the tide of people moving. Merlin followed him into the passage that was being created, deflecting arrows and swords as much as possible with dry hand gestures, trying to hold off the vomiting that continues to rise in his throat.
She looked up and saw that Arthur was directed straight against Morgan.
Morgan remained slightly aloof from the battle, firm, and had already abandoned the sword. Hands outstretched and eyes shining with the effort, the army was looting of Camelot turning horses and people looking for something. Uther.
When Merlin saw the shooting down his hands and smiling, he turned around frantically looking for the point that he was staring.
Uther was still behind him and Arthur, and led half of the horse cavalry against the more massive of the people of the woods. Next to him, he discovered Merlin, Tristan's watching your back, as he had promised to do and how he would do, Merlin was safe, until death or victory. He had lost his helmet, and now stood out even after the resolute grimace on his face, while his mouth was still murmuring broken words like a prayer (Merlin knew what he was whispering, who was thinking, because even in his head sounded just swords and ArthurArthur ArhurArthurArthurArthur ARTHUR).
Meanwhile Arthur was already advanced, and Merlin had to encourage the horse to go faster, ignoring dead and dust, not to lose it. The sweet smell of blood was everywhere.
A man fell on him, and he pushed him away with a kick, left him to the ground like an empty sack, and Gods, was the most horrible thing he had ever done, but all I could think of was the evil that now was the knee where the shell had struck the other.
"Arthur," he cried, but the name is now lost in the din, and Arthur went straight to his own way, breaking and killing everyone he met, to Morgan, the blind eyes fixed on her face.
The wind whipped his face, but Merlin did not hear him. Morgana was looking at him.
He saw her smile again and open the red mouth in a scream, but if the cry was articulate words, he had not understood. Caressed by the wind and sun, while around her property died, Morgan was no longer her.
was Nimue, and Mordred, and the Druid in the forest, and the Dragon, the Old Religion was inside her, completely. Morgana was his as Merlin was Arthur, and was beautiful to see.
Magic was great, the immense power of Morgana on his black horse.
"Morgana," cried Arthur later, Merlin, and that he felt, it felt inside her, in the blood, because he had in all the scorn and love betrayed that Morgan had never deserved . "Morgana!"
But Morgan only had eyes for Merlin, and was still smiling while the world around her died in battle, and Merlin soon understood why he was able to avert his eyes from her. Just in time to see that Arthur had left too, and that the child was within walking distance.
He rushed forward immediately.
Too late, she knew him and knew Arthur, who had time only to notice Mordred and his right hand outstretched against him and to say a last look behind, to Merlin, before being knocked off his horse by a force invisible.
Arthur! He screamed every part of Merlin.
Instead of falling to the ground, Arthur stopped in mid-air, arms and legs abandoned, as if it were left hanging for the armature to the sky, his head pouring back. The boy laughed.
The helmet fell, and the sound covered in Merlin anything else.
"Arthur," Merlin
thought that it was he screaming, until he saw the horse galloping Uther get at them.
Arthur opened his eyes, he was just there, hung.
Without thinking of anything else that was not Arthur, retiring in that dark place in his mind where his magic did not need words, and he just had to act, called Merlin saved him all the strength for that moment, all hope for see Arthur get out alive, and its magic grew.
grew up and became huge, and Merlin made it sticky, dense, so dense that he allow evil he would step out, it was like pulling flaps of skin, but Arthur, Arthur was worth it all.
He threw his head back and screamed, while his forces were pushed all out for the pain and fury, and raised his hands toward Arthur. His magic is launched into the air and found Arthur and soon joined him, including these, carefully and gently into a golden envelope, making the hair shine and armor.
He took up the holes he had left the spell of the child, nurturing, and soothing every pain, and when he learned that Merlin was enough, that Arthur would have lived, felt the magic slipped down to earth as a honey pot, spread the felt on the battlefield to reach every enemy of Merlin. Locking it. As if it were made of his blood felt torn in the removal, in so far as to every man who was against him, covering him and stopping him. Merlin
When he opened his eyes, he saw immobility. The knights of Camelot, and people looked around, amazed, in a battle in which their only fight. The others had all fallen to the ground, unconscious or lifeless. Merlin smiled. Then he fell from his horse, exhausted.
managed to not be too bad (his magic still covered the ground), and his eyes clouded for a moment.
"Arthur!" Uther was screaming, again, did not know that Arthur was well, we had thought Merlin, Merlin would have thought that forever. "What have you done!"
"What have I done?" It was the voice of the child. Merlin tried to get back on their knees. His body was out of trouble, not cooperating, every muscle screaming when forced to move. "I do not want to kill him. I do not care if he lives or dies, provided we go from a land that is not his. "
With a great effort, propped beside his horse, Merlin managed to get back on their feet. Even
Uther had fallen from his horse, and now still holding the lifeless body of Arthur in his arms, chest stringendoselo. The boy above him, something hysterical in her eyes and voice.
"But you," He continued, "You must die. You pay for what you did. "
Merlin tried to himself every other drop of magic, his eyes fixed on the child. They were empty words, he felt, because Mordred in the end he lost and he knew it, and his eyes were desperate and angry. But if the other had moved, had he whispered a formula, Merlin would have noticed and would intervene.
was so focused on the child, who did not notice until it was too late Morgana. The magic of Merlin with her was not served, failed to trap it.
"Anan cheyfe deathleys"
Merlin blinked, blinded by the green flash that had pierced the air, and when he opened them Uther was still standing.
On the dark ground, his back, between Morgan and his king, Tristan did not breathe.
Morgana was stopped immediately by the Knights of Camelot and brought to his knees Uther before.
Merlin was launched toward the body of Tristan, he was thrown to the ground closely and had his arms, he had touched and hugged and caressed as he had never been able to do when a wall of bars between them, but it was not served nothing. Tristan had not had a chance, Morgan struck to kill, and even if its magic was not strong half that of Merlin, was successful.
Mordred fled immediately, taking advantage of the general distraction, and now already he rode toward the forest. Uther had not even ordered to pursue him, perhaps even he realized his flight.
Merlin could take it back, probably, but no longer had the strength to do anything, and at the end (how could he admit it? were so many deaths, would have died for something he had to pay!) basically just wanted everything to end. Morgana
but now he was there, kneeling and won, in the eyes the same expression of despair and defeat a deer shot with an arrow unexpected.
Uther looked at her.
Merlin, and all the knights with him, looked away. There was nothing to say, nothing to see, the pain that the king could try. There was nothing to do for the love you anyway, and hidden underground, continued to exist between a father and a daughter.
"Go." Uther said, and she stood up with as much dignity left, taken at random for a horse's bridle, and climbed into the saddle without a word. "Remember you owe me my life." He added Uther, hard and desperate, and she rode away.
Merli would not ever again, even after years and years, even after other wars, other betrayals, other lives, forgotten the vision of Morgan who rode from his home, blacks hair soiled with blood and dust still falling softly on his shoulders, and Uther, who looked lost for ever and leave large Part of its strength.
When it was sunset, Merlin and Arthur found themselves on what had been the battlefield.
Arthur was awakened shortly after the escape of Morgana, and had been kidnapped by Gwen and her kind attention.
When the whole building shaking had subsided slightly, Merlin went to retrieve the prince, and if I had brought up the now deserted clearing.
The smell of blood was still everywhere.
"I'm sorry he's dead." Arthur said, breaking the silence.
Merlin nodded. Tristan's death was engraved inside, but now he had thought and felt, and knew what to do about it. It was no longer the boy who cries in front of a pyre, feeling useless and abandoned. He had learned that the pain could serve, which often did, and could not stop the pain to exist but could be prevented by helpless.
And then, Camelot had become too alien for that year.
"I'm going away." He announced.
If he had expected surprise, he was disappointed. Arthur nodded, and he simply slipped his hand in his. "Back."
"Yes"
"Alright then." Merlin smiled
to himself. He would not like the air, but once again he would have loved even more, and would finally was able to guide them in the way that fate had marked out for him. "Where is she?" Churches, after a few minutes of comforting silence.
Arthur shook his hand stronger. "A North. In a small town, ten days hence, in a castle. I'll give you a letter to be delivered to his father. "
" Thanks. "
They looked, and Merlin could not resist and kissed him soon. "Promise me," she whispered on his lips, "That'll never leave me behind. That whatever happens, when you allow me to protect King forever. "
" I promise. "
Merlin would leave the same evening, he had saddled his horse and prepared everything you need to go to North, find the village and the castle, to give the letter to the boss and being able to speak with her daughter. And tell her that his love, his only great love, had died a hero, and would be remembered as a hero to Camelot.
"Can you tell me something?"
Arthur nodded.
"How his name? "
this time Arthur was to print a light kiss, before opening up into a huge smile. "It 's really a beautiful name. It's called Isolde. "
" Isolde. "Merlin murmured.
With a little 'luck, just a little', he could take her to Camelot, and some more ', would be all right.
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