The Once and Future King? [A Modern Merlin FanFic]

Chapter 17: The Great Hall

Before reading: If you want the same experience as I did when I wrote this, I recommend that you put the soundtracks from series 1 & 2 “Guinevere”, “Gwen and Arthur” and “Farewell to Gwen” on a replay since this entire chapter is inspired by these three music tracks. It’s optional, but I can recommend it.

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   Fire surrounded the buildings like a tongue licking its lips. Fragments flew through the air. People fled from the burning building and its bombed face. Holes on the road dug deep, caused by the explosion a few moments ago! Millbank Tower wasn’t safe for anyone.       

   People screamed of pain, of fright, if someone didn’t help them and did something to aid them and prevent the fighter to destroy London.

   Finally fire-fighters arrived to the scenery alongside six ambulances. The fire was getting hotter, and hotter and hotter! Merlin had no air to scream; neither he had the opportunity to do it. The fatal spell the arodnesse had casted upon the building had surely worked, he couldn’t move and his body felt weakening even more. Neither could he scream for help as he laid there entirely helpless. If he opened his eyes tiny pebbles would fall into his eyes and course more pain to him. The heat surrounded him just like the rubble; bit by bit the rubble fell closer to the warlock. Every split second he had he ransacked his mind for a spell that could be powerful enough to move the rocks and boulders above him, but in this claustrophobic and stressed moment he failed to find it.

   In his moment of despair Merlin felt the pain in his legs getting worse.

   Without magic then what am I? Without magic I’m nothing. His own words to Gaius echoed within his mind. Maybe this was it? Maybe it was time to move on? Go to sleep, to die. Dying wasn’t the worst thing there could happen. Seeing people, his friends, around him die were much worse, especially Arthur to see die once more was bad enough and would without doubt kill him. Where was he? Where was Arthur? Did he manage to escape this? Is he safe? After finishing the arodnesse off what happened to Arthur? It was like he’d forgotten the last hour of what had happened. He remembered them running into the elevator up to the 33rd floor. then a blur.

   The rubble moved closer to his nose tip! I could do with a little help, he thought to himself. A pebble hit the open wound in his leg. The pain was too much, every fibre in his being begged him to scream for help, but he could not, the burning pebble heated the wound the flesh as if a knife was stabbed in his leg over and over again.

   Sweat from the warlocks brow ran, he clutched his teeth to bite the pain away, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing could stop him from what he was about to do. As the pebble dug deeper and he screamed. With no luck the rubbles moved closer and subdued his screaming. No one on the outside could hear him scream.

   Flames licked the neighbour buildings. Boulders lied in variety around the place.   “Merlin!” a friendly voice called, “Merlin!?” it called again. The friend removed boulders and rocks to find his friend. He became desperate.

   “Merlin, where are you?!” a female friend yelled as well.

   “Move! Help me boys,” a foreign voice exclaimed, “help me move this! There’s someone underneath it!” More light entered; white light. “Get the meds and fast!” screaming; yelling.  Make it stop. 

   Fire-fighters lifted the man. He was unconscious and a horrid wound in his leg. As the fire continued licked and burnt the walls around them fire-fighters tried to stop the flames burning, when they others carried out the body.