The Once and Future King

Chapter 3 (Merlin)

When his eyes open, he looks around frantically clutching the back of his head. He winces, and as he removes his hand, blood stains his hands. He looks at it for a moment before accepting it as reality. He stumbles to his feet eyes darting in every direction.

The rubble around him seems to cover everything, and a few people are beginning to emerge from hiding. Sirens blare in the distance. He brushes the dust from his clothes as he runs through over the fallen concrete, glass, and support beams that obviously weren't as supportive as they had intended.

But there aren't many buildings that can stand a chance against such magic.

Morgana.

Merlin would never forget her face. Not even after the hundreds of years since her death. Or... at least he had thought she was dead. Obviously he had been wrong. She had looked just as wicked as she had all of those centuries ago. He looked down at his own skin which was free of wrinkles thanks to spells which kept him young. He looked into the shining window of a fast food place and saw his shaggy black hair and pale skin. His eyes were a deep brown, and his lips were turned down in a frown. His head ached, and he noticed a light trace of blood making a scarlet path down his neck.

He notices another figure behind him. He whirls around catching the girl by her wrists. Though he loosens his grip.

"Annie. Where have you been?"

"You aren't going to believe this."

"What? Tell me."

"He's back," she says with a mixture of something grave and something resembling hope in her eyes.

"Take me to him."