Scion of Lost Magic (Merlin x Reader)

The Complications of My Truths.

Over the next two days my magic was out of my control. At first things moved without control. Somehow the poison was the catalyst to open the flow of magic through my body. Arthur and the knights returned without the druid. Somehow they believed Morgana's pathetic story. When anyone aside from Merlin, and Gaius, tried to check on me they heard I was too sick to see. In fact it was because of my uncontrolled magic they couldn't see me. Merlin watched over me for a few days as I writhed in pain. While unconscious my eyes would open, revealing that glowing blue. Merlin put together that I was seeing the future in that state. If Kilgharrah's words were true; my bloodline contributed to all magic. That would include seeing the future, he assumed. He listened to what I said, what future I predicted. Each time he heard that we would go down different paths, his heart broke. That was the last thing he wanted. The room was dark, when I came to. For the first time in days I felt in control of my body. It didn't feel like I was watching through a dream. The door opened revealing Merlin standing in the doorway.

"Are you awake now? Or is this another prediction?" He asked.

"Um, it's me? What do you mean by prediction?"

"We can talk about it later. How are you feeling?"

"A little sick but otherwise okay."

"Hold on, Gaius brewed something up to help with that. I'll be right back."

Things were strewn across the room. Books on the floor in the corner. Cloths scattered all over the place. Merlin wasn't good at keeping his quarters super clean. But this didn't look like he left it like this. He came back in with a small jar. He extended it to me. I took it catching a quick whiff. The smell alone almost made me throw up.

"Yeah," Merlin laughed, "it doesn't always smell the best, but it will do the trick."

"And if it doesn't?"

"Hm, I will do whatever I can to help you feel better. And keep us together." He trailed off on the latter part of that sentence.

I pinch my nose. The jar tilted up with the motion of my head. The bitter taste rushed across my tongue. It took all the willpower I had to not spit it out. Merlin smiled at the look on my face. The jar in my hand shoved back to Merlin.

"Not sure if I would want to survive another poisoning if I had to drink that again." I used the sleeve of my shirt to wipe my tongue. "What are you saying about keeping us together?"

"You remember what you said? When you were out of it?"

"It was all kind of hazy. I remember something about...um, something..."

"Your magic was a little out of control. It might be because you are getting used to them. But you woke up, with different color eyes."

"Okay. Like back in my village?"

"Yeah, but..." he trailed off. It was as though he didn't want to tell me what he knew. "...you said that you and I would take different paths."

"Anything else?"

"You seem to believe Uther's fall is close."

"Good," I huffed. Merlin looked quite displeased with that remark,  "You know what I mean. We could use magic in the open."

"Not without Arthur's approval."

"You have to make him realize it isn't so bad."

"I don't want to have this conversation."

"Why not?"

"Because you don't understand how everything works here."

"Good answer."