Magic

Chapter 4

Making friends was a very difficult task for Merlin when he was much younger. Having the powers that he has, it was hard for him to fit in and feel like a normal child. Especially when said powers were out of place when he was growing up, many kids and even adults looked at him with disgust and fear indulge in their eyes. Parents warned their children to never get close to the weird Merlin, they were scared Merlin could jinx them or worse, kill them. But Merlin wasn't capable of killing a fly, less to do harm to someone smaller than him and powerless.

Merlin wished when growing up was to be a normal kid, to experience what other kids did, have friends, and people not to be scared of him. But those wishes never came true.

Her mother one day told him that his powers were greater than anyone else, that he was special and no one can compare to him. She told him the village people were only jealous and envy of what he could do and what they couldn't be able to do when she saw how they treated her boy. What he has wasn't a curse but a blessing. He can help people with his magic, never to harm but to heal.

Merlin grew up with her mother's encouragement. He was willing to help others and make a good reputation for himself, and he saw the opportunity to help others with mundane things around the village, but he was never good in the eyes of the villagers. They were always judging him or not trusting in what he did as they thought by helping them he would do something much worse. However, that changed when there were a gang of thieves who got into the village to steal and to kill if it was necessary, everyone got scared but they were willing to fight if there was an opportunity. An opportunity that Merlin didn't throw away and used his magic to help the villagers escape from the thieves. They were shocked when they saw how powerful Merlin was, and instead of getting scared and feared him, they felt saved and protected as never before.

Merlin's life started to change, everyone in the town praised him. They got to know him better and never saw him as a monster after he saved them. The thieves ran away from what he saw but Merlin made sure his memories were wiped out before telling anyone about what they saw. He placed a barrier around the village to protect everyone from harm.

His mother was proud of him.

And he was happy that his mother was proud of him.

Merlin and her mother were living a peaceful life again, they were happy. They weren't judged by the villagers anymore, they were been treated well and not like they were devils themselves. Everything was falling in the right place, everything was going smoothly now that Merlin was being treated as a human and hero from saving them all from the thieves. However, that piece started to crumble when Merlin started to have nightmares, vivid nightmares. They were dark, full of blood, and fear.

Every night Merlin woke up sweating, his heart racing like crazy, and his breath shallow. Even awake he could still feel the darkness crawling into his skin and tying him up against the cold concrete of a wall. He could still feel the freezing wall against his bareback and long fingernails trailing his chest, hurting him, scratching every fiber of skin, scarring him. He still could feel the burn of the wounds, the blood running down his stomach, dripping onto the wet floor. He could still see his breath puffing out of his mouth and red eyes staring at him.

Those eyes make him shiver even when he was not dreaming. He can still feel them following him wherever he goes, following every move he makes. He was scared and it was noticeable as he always was on guard even with the tiniest movement in the village. The villages started to worry over Merlin, his actions were abnormal and out of sync, but they couldn't do anything to calm the young wizard as they didn't know what was bothering him nor is like Merlin will share with them his problems and secrets. They weren't good friends to him before the incident. Merlin couldn't sleep as he used to anymore, he was afraid of closing his eyes and see the red eyes again. He was scared to feel the pain in his body, he could not bear the fear those eyes indulged him. He didn't like the feeling of being weak, of not being able to defend himself, but that magic was dark, made him weak, and vulnerable. Darkness was always his weaknesses, he never liked it nor never will. His magic was light, his magic was good, was prosperous. It wasn't murderous or sinister, it wasn't made of mud and poison. It was made of sunshine and unicorns. Well, if you wanted to put it that way. But overall, his magic was good and would never harm anyone if he didn't want to.

He just has to forget about the dream and focus on his mother and the village, they depended on him and his magic, he will later take control over his dreams and see what was tormenting him so much. But the days passed and the years came along, but nightmare never came back, that black silhouette with bright, red eyes disappeared along with the sensation of dread and death, he didn't care. As long as he was happy, as long as he didn't feel it anymore he was happy.

However, his worries started to resurface when he started to felt it again. It was one year after he met Arthur, exactly the time it started to disappeared completely, returned with so much force he thought he was going to die, but when he woke up from the dream he felt the same and didn't seem like something major happened, so he brushed it off like nothing had happened.

He was feeling great, better than before. He didn't feel weak or inferior, he felt he could move the world and fly the whole planet without getting exhausted, he was feeling great.

And with that so much confidence, he greeted a shocked Arthur, who was looking at him for the first time, he didn't believe what he was seeing, Merlin felt and looked different. He felt off. But Merlin doesn't feel it that way, he felt he could do anything and his magic was getting stronger than before. No one could stop him, not even Lancelot who lately was looking very exquisite. Very handsome and brave.

Arthur knew something was going, but he didn't know what. The only think Arthur knew was that Lancelot was winning in making Merlin his.

Arthur was losing and doesn't know what to do.

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I'm sorry for the wait!! I took so long to write it. This is just a little piece of what is causing Merlin to act and feel an attraction to Lancelot. I know it's not clear but it will be in future chapters! Please like it and comments are welcome!

Thank you!