Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Regent 7

"I don't understand. What is this?"

The golden orbs still floated above their heads. Their glow seemed childish, as if they were alive. It's voice echoed through the clearing. High and golden like ringing bells that resonated within their hearts.

Plus, it made it impossible to hate them, even though they felt so much like magic, and even more like Morgana.

Guinevere was the one who had asked the question, but her eyes were fixed on Arthur who was running his hands through the light, trying to grasp for something that was ungraspable. Fluid and translucent like water in a pond.

Sir Leon was the first who moved towards it. His hand ran through the light, swirling it through his fingers, like it was made of water, not air and not fire and not quite light.

"Ah.", he made. His expression falling like leafs in autumn. His face spoke of death, of beauty, and a little bit of nostalgia. "I think I have an idea."

And last but not least, Merlin stepped closer towards the light, trying to grasp it also. It wrapped itself gently around his fingers, playing with each one for a moment, before moving on to the next. Of all the misfitting comparisons, fire might cut it the closest. This light was merely an illusion. It just lacked the passionate heat of the flames.

He opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly, he had to swirl around. A loud, crashing sound made them all turn, towards something that was lurking in the bushes. Said something was no human and it was anything but calm. It's wings flapped loudly. They ripped from the strength in which it crashed through the twigs. And it screamed from the pain the fresh wounds came with.

Merlin could feel anger and pain. Confusion and fear.

Aithusa.

"Oh, shit.", Merlin muttered, before he grabbed Arthur and Gwen by the hand and pushed them through the light, positive that it was harmless, towards the other end of the clearing, to get them away from the powerful creature.

Then, he raised his arms and stepped between the people he wanted to protect and the dragon he didn't want to hurt.

Gwen hissed in a breath. "Merlin, what on earth-"

Leon finally drew his sword and hurried to get on Merlin's side. "That's Morgana's dragon!", he explained to Gwen.

"You mean, Morgana is here?" Gwen looked around, as if she expected Morgana to jump through the next bush and force braid her hair. Indeed, Gwen remained pretty calm for someone who should rather expect a deathly encounter with an all powerful witch.

"She's here, alright. Merlin said it. She's in the light.", Leon explained.

That had both Merlin and Gwen give him a terrified glance.

"Excuse me, what?", they said in unison.

"Excuse me!", Leon gritted his teeth. "But I think we should worry about the dragon that his attacking us?!"

That made Merlin focus again and he stepped towards the confused dragon who was still fighting the bush, instead of attacking them. The beautiful white creature was panicking. Her eyes were widened in such a manner that one could mirror oneself in them.

Merlin's mind rumbled in the attempt to find a way to calm her down. He settled on the only option he found: "OH Drakkon! Que Ries le reon no para kore! Craaw!" (1)

The dragon stopped moving instantly. And finally it's head broke through the bushes, making the entire scarred face of the white dragon visible. It's snout was so full of scars and even fresh wounds that Merlin wondered how on earth the dragon ended up like this.