Twins Eyes // Merlin Fanfic

Metal on Metal - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

The guard turned around in suspicion, now facing us. Merlin and I could not reveal ourselves as of yet, for it would devastate our plan and potentially mean that my escape would fall through. Plus, I would have to be doing the magic. It would hardly be fair to arrive at Camelot, cause havoc with the Prince and take Merlin's hard earned job all in the space of a few weeks.

My brother hugged me quickly, leaving me with a plot forming in mind. He had hastily explained that while all attention was focussed on the rapidly advancing Saxon army, I would have ample time to blast my way out. If not now, it was unlikely that I would make it out after for the citadel's security would increase. I was in the furthest cell from the city and consequently closest to the small grate that lead outside. My prison was also very, very cold and the thin hay did little to change that.

I'd been here for a few days, whiling awy my time by plaiting straw and weaving it intricately into my wild hair. It toned down the deep, earth brown to a more naturally light colour, though it didn't do me any favours in real term. I was simply bored.

My thoughts wandered and soon turned to Morgana, though she had likely forgotten me by now. I believed that she would heed my words however, and leave the clumsy and defeatable Saxons to themselves.

The path close to the gate beside my cell ran beneath the battlements, which were presently unguarded whilst the soldiers were on their rota for changing positions. Soft tread footsteps tip-toed heavily outside, and the guard who was watching me despaired as he fumbled for what to do.

To leave me and warn the others, or guard me and allow the s, even.axons through?

He decided on the first, sprinting off in the direction of the harsh warning bell.

It was then that I took my leave, and with a quick orange glow and silent enchantment, the weak iron bars to my cell were blown off. They clattered heavily to the floor as I exploded the gate too, leaving the few saxons with any initiative left to clamber through and explore.

I doubted they would get much further than the stairs though, for the guards at the other end of the corridor were far more vigilant than most.

I stopped for a moment, taking stock of my surroundings and waiting quietly behind my cell door. Yells, shouts and pained screams rang like wildfire through the city, people fleeing and dying and wounded. I almost felt guilty, responsible, even.

I dismissed this quickly. This was Uthers doing.

I ran swiftly into the night, headed for the forest. I stuck close to the shadows and wove my way through the trees like a deer; silent and nimble on my feet. I became thankful for the loose cloak around my shoulders for the air grew cold in the night, the chill seeping through my loose tunic and thin over-top.

The thin spires of smoke from flattened fires lead me to the opening of the Valley of the Kings, and I soon came to the base of the tree where I knew Morgana's hut was hidden. I wasn't entirely sure, so I tried a simple revealing spell. This was to no avail, and I began to worry.

"Morgana? Morgana!" I called into the night, waiting for a reply.

I recieved nothing but a quiet whistle in an eerie wind and the paranoid crack of a autumn leaf underfoot.

There was little to do and I couldn't fathom any other way of reaching her. So, in fatigue and despondency, I scaled a thick tree not far from the rim of the valley jus above the crest and spread myself across a branch or two. I settled under my cloak, and tried to sleep before the night was through.

I awoke early, soft, pale sunlight dancing between the leaves sparsely. It brightened the forest and shed new light on the scene.

There were many campfires stamped out long hours before, not a glowing ember to be seen. Yet, the entrance to Morgana's home could not be seen anywhere. I sighed in frustration, yelling angrily.

"Kallah! Come!"

It didn't take long for his large form to land swiftly in a nearby clearing, and I dashed to him quickly.

"I cannot find Morgana. I was staying with her, but things didn't run exactly as I'd wished them to."

I sat cross-legged on the earth, facing the dragon with a sigh.

"Can you help me find her? I've lost my job, my mother, my sibling and my friend. You're about al I've got left, right now."

He looked at me intently, dropping his head closer to me.

"Your destiny is not yet fulfilled. Whilst Merlin must strive to build Albion, I fear your future is not so destined for greatness. Sticking by Morgana's side will keep you alive the longest."

I stood up, furrowing my brows in confusion.

Me? Evil? Wasn't Kallah supposed to convince me to do good, to protect Camelot and destroy forces of evil?

I stumbled back, not sure of who I could trust and who I was meant to trust.

"So, you're saying, if I am to live longer, I must fight for the darker forces in this world. Should I want to do good with my life, I will perish sonner and younger.

What kind of a choice is that, Dragon?"

I waved my hand in dismissal, turning away and walking solemnly through the forest, back to the opening of Morgana's hut. She would have to come out at some point; I would simply wait until that time came.

Yet as night fell, there was not a whisper from the eerie, silent air around me. It filled the spaces and the night cloaked it, like a body hiding beneath the leaves. There was no wind nor any spattering of raindrops; no melting flakes of snow or beaming rays of light.

Not even the crescent moon could penetrate the thick layer of foliage separting the wood from the real world, blocking out all light forms.

I rested in the same tree as the night before. My back was pressed up against the trunk, long legs stretching out along a branch. My slim figure was light and strong, meaning scaling trees and utilising them was rather easy for me.

Those skills meant nothing, however, if there was nothing to use them for. No Pendragons to run from or bandits to hide from. And so I found myself almost yearning for some adventure or excitment; even if it would lead to imprisonment and blowing my way out with a bang and some smoke.

I have to admit; I like to put on a show.

As my dreaming continued and I forgot about my surroundings to wish up some fabricated friend, I neglected to hear the soft footstpes creeping up behind my tree.

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A/N

Turns out Kaira is just as much a fangirl as I am! xD

Hope this was okay, i went through a stage of updating loads and then backing off. Oops.

Thankyou SO MUCH for 600 reads! This means a lot because failing fame, English and author-things are the career choices I'd like to have in the future.

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Sorry.

Thanks,

Em.