𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦

Chapter 25 -Merlin's History Pt. 3

Chapter 25

3rd POV

Merlin's History Pt. 3

"'Arry?" A voice came from behind him and he turned to see Feur standing in the forest, her eyes wide.

"Fleur? How are you here?" Harry asked as he pushed himself from the tree and faced her, taking a step toward the silver haired woman.

"Where is here?" Fleur asked, her gaze moving through the forest.

"What, what did I just see?"

Harry took Fleurs hands in his, kissing them.

"This is my mind. This is where I go when I fall asleep and get trained by Godric, Merlin and Arthur. Though how are you here, I don't know."

"Wait, you said I saw that memory just before about Arthur and Mordred?" Harry asked, Fleur nodded, her eyes on the castle behind Harry.

"This is an interesting development Harry, welcome Fleur to Harry's mindscape." Merlin greeted with an amused grin as he moved out from behind a nearby tree, causing the teens to face him.

Fleur's eyes widened as he realized who was speaking to them.

"M-Merlin?" She gaped as the ancient wizard chuckled.

"Yes, I am indeed Merlin. It seems Harry here was correct, I do seem to be rather popular, even so long after my death." Merlin grinned, hsi eyes twinkling at the silver haired veela.

"Now before we have a long discussion about this new development, I have a final memory to share." Merlin said, andHarry groaned, causing Fleur to turn and stare in surprise.

Harry felt himself grow light headed, and Fleur clung to him for a moment before his world went dark.

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Merlin stood outside the gates of Camelot, heaving a deep sigh. In his hands he held his gnarled staff that glowed white with power as he thrust it into the ground between his legs. The earth shook as the castle and any evidence of its existence disappeared, fading like an illusion in the light of day.

Heaving another sigh, Merlin turned from the now hidden Camelot and with a thought, a whisper soft crack ensured as Merlin disappeared.

Merlin reappeared at Avalon, an island amongst swamps,filled with the apple trees. At the peak of Avalon stood an altar, leading to a tomb underneath the island. The tomb was so large that it was almost the size of a city, held below the earth.

Avalon was the resting p;ace of the elves, filled with their dead from thousands of years. While the elves were eternal they still died in battle or from disease and Avalon was where they lay.

Standing at the altar in front of the tomb stood Morgana, tears staining her cheeks.

"Merlin? Why have you come?" She whispered, but it carried to him as if by magic.

Merlin closed his eyes,moving to her side.

"Morgana, you have lain Arthur to rest with the elves? Why?" He asked, his hand half way other shoulder, he paused at her narrowed eyes.

"My brother was the one true king of Britain, that includes the elves, they reside on this island. they betrayed their king." She snarled, violet eyes flashing in rage and Merlin stepped back and released a heavy sigh.

"What are you still doing here then?" He asked, andshe deflated.

"I am studying. My brother has fallen, and I am now alone. I need to take my mind away from this pain. What can I do?" She whispered as she wept, bitter tears fromher cheeks onto a piece of parchment laying on the altar, held down by stones.