Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Old fresh medicine part 2 (finale)

"So, what do you mean, you are from the future!", Merlin demanded. Funny. Of the four of them here, he had the least authority.
They had changed locations. Arthur and Merlin both knew that whatever this was about, it was a sensitive subject. The two cousins were awful liars, that much as obvious. So it was quite clear that they were speaking the truth about the future thing.
Or at least it was a truth they believed in.
So they chose a room a bit further off the festivities. One that probably hasn't been used in years.

The problem was, for Merlin at least, that these two had mentioned Emrys in a connection to himself. And now Arthur was curious and insisted to listen to the teenagers as well.

It was June who spoke up, right after she cleared her throat.
"My name is Mor- June. Please call me June.", she began.
,Yes, that much we already know.'

"And I am a witch.", she added. Fawkes punched her on the shoulder, as Arthur jumped to his feet. Hands ready to draw his sword.
"What the hell do you want here in Camelot!", Arthur growled. The blank reflection of Excalibur shining in the dark room. He completely forgot his initial curiosity in favor for the fear of magic his father had woven into his character.

Merlin cowered in on himself. The girl hadn't even noticed what was going on.
"I am from a future, where magic is legal. So, technically you have no right to judge me.", the girl tried. And truth be told. She wasn't wrong. But Arthur wasn't having it. They were in Uther's kingdom. They would have to follow Uther's rules and laws.

"If you are a witch, then you will pay the price for it."

June grimaced. Her cousin sighed. "I told you it was too soon, June. Da- Arthur, please. We are not here to harm you or Camelot. We are here for a remedy."

Merlin blinked at them, while Arthur stilled in his hostile movement.
"A remedy.... Here... in Camelot. In the past?", Arthur was confused. Obviously. Normally, remedies were perfected throughout the years. To go back to the past for it – It must be something rare they were searching for.

"That is why I was mentioning my father earlier. He is sick and bedridden. It's a rare sickness that only goes away when all his life energy is lost. He has a longer life span than most people, so we have some time left. Before he well.... dies.
But the only remedy are the shells of a freshly born dragon egg. We only know of one in this time. We need your help to find it."

Well that explained a lot. But it also .... didn't.
"What kind of sickness is this?", Merlin asked. Because if this was true, and his future self's life depended on it....
"It's a sickness that only befalls dragon lords. We don't know what triggered it. All we know is that he needs the remedy.", June was practically pleading at Merlin.

She knew that his magic was still a secret then, great. But with how good those two were at lying – Merlin was not reassured at all.

Arthur snorted. "All dragon lord's are dead.", he stated, now drawing his sword. Fawkes mirrored his movement, but his sword stood at his side. It was a golden sword. It looked a lot like Arthur's, Merlin noticed.
Wait a second....

Merlin's eyes widened. "Where did you get that sword?", he interrupted the conversation.
This boy .... he looked familiar, now that Merlin thought about it.

Fawkes looked between Merlin and Arthur, and then sighed, before he too, drew the sword he was still holding in a tight grab.
And held it out to Merlin.
Both Merlin and Arthur were stunned by this action. The boy just thoughtlessly handed over his only weapon. (Or was he a sorcerer as well?)

Merlin eyed the sword suspiciously. Then he gaped. And looked up. "You are Arthur's son.", he concluded in shock.
Arthur stumbled in his stance, eyes snapping to Merlin and the sword in an instant.
"He's what?"