Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Old fresh medicine part 1

A.N.//: As requested by @99zatana    :) I hope this is kind of what you had in mind. I'm planning 2  chapters, but you know how that ends sometimes (* anxiously eyes "connecting the dots"......*) anyway.... I hope you'll like it. 


Ships: Mergana and Argwen for once :)


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„I will not call you Colin, Morgan!"

It's a joke they will never get. Not as long as they're alive anyway. It has no relevance to their story and yet it makes sense to start their journey here. When they started pretending.
The only actors they knew were jesters that pretended to be kings and made fun of them.
That's what clowns were these days. And it would have been the perfect job for someone like Merlin. But destiny never meant for him to be a clown. Or jester.
Though is job had never been too far off.

Being Arthur's manservant had always been a very versatile job.
He was a jester as well as a friend. As well as a servant, an assassin, an advisor, a mentor, the villain, the hero, the bodyguard, the damsel in distress. There was no end to that list.

"Oh, come on, Fawkes! You're just saying that, because you have a cool name!"
"It's not my fault all sorcerer's are uselessly uncreative!", the boy in question shot back, gritting his teeth in annoyance.
"I feel insulted. You know I am a genius."
"Of all the names you could have picked, you picked Colin. You just proved my point.", Fawkes rolled his eyes and sliced off another branch that blocked their way.
His sword was shiny and golden and far too expensive to be used for gardening.
Not that they had anything else with them they could use to get out of the thick bog they had landed in.

"What about Janice?"
"What are you, a housewife?"

"But I need another name. A disguise..."
"We literally traveled though time. They wouldn't recognize us, even if we tried to tell them!" Fawkes sighed and tried to get some more mud out of his face.
Muddled armor was the worst kind of armor. It burned and itched everywhere. He wished he could just take it off.
But unless Morgan had figured out a spell how to create new clothes that weren't made of stone or glass, he would pass for now. Not to mention that the mud wasn't just sticking to his clothes.
If there was just a lake or a river or something.

"Oh come on! You may be fine. But I am clearly not! My dad isn't as uselessly oblivious as yours! He would notice immediately!
My name is basically a mix of his and my mother's name! I won't -"

"Shut up, Morgan."
The witch in question pouted at that and tried to get her silver hair out of her face.
Yeah sure. Her NAME was telling. Fawkes rolled his eyes at his cousin once more.
Her hair wasn't naturally white. It was usually black like her mother's. But she was going through a phase. No matter how much she denied it. It was a phase. A magical, terrifying phase that made her set things on fire. But it was a phase.
Basically the witch version of the emo phase. She kept changing her hair color for no reason and asked for another name. Because it can't be that EVERY sorcerer or sorceress she knew had names that began with Mor-. Well, except for her dad. But that didn't count, because he was still close enough.

Not that her hair was really silver now. The mud had darkened them to their almost natural color again.
"And why can't I use magic to clean us up?"
Fawkes sighed again, very much annoyed. "Because at this time of day, Uther Pendragon is alive. And if you even breathe the word magic again, you will be dead."

"Even if he knew I'm his granddaughter?"

"ESPECIALLY THEN! You will NOT tell him that!" Fawkes sighed again. "Let's just find the next river and get cleaned up."

"And who put you in charge?", Morgan pouted.
"Your mom did."
"You're lying!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"

It went on like this. Well. Fawkes and Morgan grew up almost like siblings. Two years apart and in the worst age to be around each other. Morgan was hard to deal with, at the age of fourteen.
Her mother – the queen of Mercia herself, had once declared she forgave Uther Pendragon for everything he'd ever done. Simply for understanding what he had gone through, when she was a teen.
Not that Uther Pendragon was still alive to see the day.
Or that Morgana truly meant it. She just said it to shut Morgan up.