500 Days of Freya (Merlin)

Trick

Chapter 36

Warning/s: None.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

A/N: It's a bit gory towards the end I guess? I don't know, I'm really good with gore so I'm never sure what makes other people feel sick and stuff :)

Prompt: ruapilot02 – "An evil sorceress somehow takes on Freya's form and tries to use it against Merlin. Merlin sees through the trick and is very angry."

Merlin had just finished collecting all of the herbs that Gaius needed to replenish his supplies. It had taken him almost four hours to gather everything, because they were scattered throughout the entire forest, and he was hurrying back. It was getting late and it was rather dark, and Merlin just wanted to sleep.

He nearly tripped over a branch that was lying on the ground and managed to save the bag of herbs from being crushed just in time. He opened it quickly to check none had been damaged and when he looked up, was greeted by Freya.

"Merlin!" she cried. "Oh, I've finally found you!"

Merlin took a few steps back cautiously. He had felt a swell of joy when he saw her, but he had learnt quickly that good things seldom happened to him. "Who are you?" he asked suspiciously.

Freya's smile faltered. "It's me," she said uncertainly. "Don't you remember me?"

"You're not her," Merlin growled. He forced his magic to focus in on the woman in front of him. It saw through the glamour immediately, and wiped it away. Left behind was a middle-aged woman, a little shorter than him but with a ferocious scowl that made her look several times taller.

"Fine," the woman spoke in a viciously low voice. "You saw through it."

"How dare you use her form?" Merlin advanced towards the woman, his breathing coming fast and furious now.

The woman shrugged; her nonchalance infuriated Merlin. This was the woman whom he had loved, for Heaven's sake. "I thought I'd pretend to be her back from the dead, you'd be so happy you'd take me back to the castle and I could wipe out Arthur Pendragon."

"Sorry, but your plan's been foiled," Merlin muttered. He gave the woman no warning as his eyes flashed bright gold, and sent her flying backwards into a tree. He walked over to her slowly, waiting for her to crack her eyes open. If he left her, she'd die slowly and painfully, but there was always the worry that she could somehow find enough power to magically heal herself.

Merlin clenched his hand into a fist and twisted his wrist around slowly. The woman's spine cracked as it was twisted in half, all of the vertebrae breaking apart and her internal organs sliced and cut apart. The woman screamed in pain until she finally gave her last breath.

A/N: tricksy hobbitses