#emmrrys

My character keeps yours safe from harm. (Continuing Fantasy AU [x])

Launching herself forward, the Lady Morgana desperately clawed at his arm- dragging the reluctant and disoriented wizard back towards the thick trees, avoiding the whip like flame. “Merlin- you have to run.” She said in a grave voice, her green eyes reflecting the flames of their former encampment. This was not supposed to happen, not in this fashion. It felt as if her armor was weighing her down, soot and blood encrusting the thin chainmail.

The men- if they could be called such, had descended upon Camelot’s forces in the dead of night. If not for her knowledge of their inhuman life, Morgana would question as to why they were not asleep. But they were more beasts of necromancy than men. And it left a bitter taste in mouth, especially as she watched her men hacked as they scurried to defend themselves. As the two stood upon the edge of the battle- fear crept into her bones.

A roaring Undying jarred her out of her stupor, using her sword to slice away one of it’s limbs. Morgana watched, satisfied as the dark haired man kicked it into the flames. How did the fire start in the first place? No one was immune to the flames, including both the necromantic soldiers and unfortunately her people. Morgana snatched his strong hand- pulling him after her as the ran through the outlying flames, her eyes searched for Mordred. It had been a year since they three of them stood before the pyre. With momentary distractions; orders and brawls, the two had finally managed to reach where the horses were tied. At least twenty were missing, while the others left were highly agitated by not only the encroaching fire, but the foul creatures of the night.

“Morgana… what are you?” Merlin began but was cut off by his Lady’s firm gaze and the squeeze of her hand against his.

She took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut before focusing on the man in front of her. “You have to go Merlin. Go tell Arthur what’s happened.” Morgana pleaded, untying one of the stallion’s from the tree.

He sputtered, “But I’m supposed to protect you Morgana.” He had moved to grip her shoulder, they had been in the same squad for too long, for her to ask him to leave combat.

“And it’s my turn to protect you.” She said breathlessly, her green eyes burning into his. “If we don’t get reinforcements we’ll all perish.” It was fairly logical, but both she and Merlin relied more on their emotions than anything.

As he was about to protest once more, Morgana had cinched the saddle. “Do not make me use my rank on you Merlin.” Her tone was pleading but deathly serious.

For a moment, the two stared at one another, waiting for the other to give in. Finally, with a shake of his head Merlin took the reins from her hands- giving her a brief and strained smile.

 //evil morgana answers with irony

Harry Potter: What is the toughest choice you’ve ever had to make?

“Probably the moment when I chose to stand against Uther. Not because it conflicted with my morals but I knew I would lose my friends.”

Avengers: One superpower, what would it be?

“Ability to fly.”

Sherlock: What is the first thing you notice about people?

Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’

A firm hand sank down onto the soft pillow upon which the young man’s head rested, an icy cold breeze causing the warlock to stir lightly from his sleep as the tall figure leant down closer with pursed lips and blew gently onto his cheek.

“Oh you dear sweet warlock” came the deep husky voice which fully roused Merlin from his slumber and forced him to shuffle back with horror at the sight of himself leering down at him.

“Who are you?”

“You don’t recognise yourself?”

“But …how?!”

“That doesn’t matter. I’m here to deliver a message, and that is this; You won’t get your happy ending… Arthur Pendragon will die and there is nothing you can do to stop that from happening.”

“You’re lying!”

“I didn’t want to believe it either… but when I saw it for myself, I…”

The strangers words broke off into silence. Tears began to well up in the eyes of the man who looked so much like himself as Merlin watched, outraged and confused, a feeling of dread forming deep within the pit of his stomach, along with a sense that perhaps this were true. Perhaps somehow his future self had used an enchantment to come back and warn him of Arthur’s destiny.

“I can stop it from happening. Now that you’ve warned me… I can save him.”

“This is not a warning” The sorcerer’s doppleganger stated. “This is your destiny. There is no way to escape it. Arthur will one day be gone and he will never return. His name will be known only in myth and legend. I’m sorry.”

And with that, the tall looming figure who resembled no one but the young warlock before him, vanished from Merlin’s vision, leaving only a trail of purple smoke to disperse into the atmosphere.

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Meanwhile…