Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Surrender - 1. The switch

Heya guys, I am back with one of my tumblr prompts. :)
https://www.tumblr.com/theroundbartable/733379606678241280/arthur-and-merlin-are-both-kings-from-enemy?source=share
This is probably going to take longer than I expected. I'm currently working very hard for uni stuff. Which also includes English Grammar. So, feel free to point out mistakes to me! The more you correct me, the more I'll learn from it!
Thank you so much :D Now, have fun

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The sky is covered in rain clouds. Dark and heavy they hang from the heavens, promising muddy shoes and clammy skin.

Tonight is the night.

Merlin takes a deep breath and smells the life within the air. It won't be long until this same breeze will smell of death and blood. Instead of laughter or silent anticipation, he will hear the screams of his slaughtered enemies and tend to the wounds of his men. It will smell like victory. It will be the end of a century-old war.

Magic is trickling down his veins, reminding him of the promise to his father. Tonight is the night that Camelot will fall. He clenches his fists. Tonight is the night that he will finally kill Arthur Pendragon.

From where Merlin stands on the small hill, he can look right into Camelot's camp. Sure, their army is bigger in size, but Merlin's men have magic. They are stronger, more alert. They can win this and they will. And they will put an end to the centuries-old witch hunts. He can see King Arthur standing in a similar place, watching Merlin in turn. Their eyes meet. Neither turns away. Merlin raises his head almost as if to threaten the king, but the man doesn't take the provocation. And why would he? They are here for the same reason. He only has to wait a few more hours before they would start the war and fulfill the prophecy.

It is the Once and Future King and Emrys, the King of Magic whose fight will fill the history books. This war precedes an everlasting peace. This battle will decide whether it is magic users or the magicless who will rule the realm. For tonight is the night that has been foretold.

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Arthur blinks his eyes open. It is still dark outside and he can hear the rain trickling down the walls of the tent.

It had been merely a couple of hours ago, when he had been checking out the battlefield from atop the hill. He had seen Emrys for the very first time, surprised at how young he looked. Of course, Emrys was only a year or two younger than Arthur but he hadn't expected him to look so ... normal. Not that it matters now.

Arthur had decided to take a couple of hours of rest before the battle. He was sure that their enemies would do the same. An hour of rest could determine the results of this war and Arthur refuses to give his enemies an advantage.

As he sits up, he notices that something is off. His tent is empty. There are no guards here to protect or alert him of the enemy's movements, there are no extra blankets and he honestly feels pretty cold. Arthur rubs his hands together and stands up warily. He intends to question his guards and approaches the opening of the tent slowly. This could be a trick or an attack. But before he even reaches the opening, he knows something is wrong. His chin doesn't move as he's used to, his balance is off and the voice that comes out isn't his own.

"What the hell?"

He raises a hand to his face, only to notice that his fingers are longer than they should be. There are no rings on them either. No sigil, nothing that indicates his status, and he can tell from the sight of the bed he slept in that whoever owns this tent doesn't care about earthly riches. He pales as he finally takes in the painted walls. Druid symbols decorate the thin leather like an enchantment.