The fight against magic is Uther Pendragon's mission. His one goal is to fully rid his Kingdom, Camelot, from the scourge that is sorcery, ever since the death of his wife, Igriane. Killed by a powerful priestess of the Old Religion, Igriane leaves behind only one thing- the once and future king, Prince Arthur.
It is Merlin, a humble servant boy's destiny to protect the prince, and secure the lives of every man, woman and child in Camelot.
War ravages throughout the southern kingdoms, and after many months, the kingdom of Draelia falls. There is only one known survivor of the brutal takeover, the princess, Cecelia Anderhall. She flees to Camelot, and an unexpected romance brings on a whole new challenge, and Merlin takes on a whole new adversary: the strongest force known to man.
"Merlin has-"
The ghost of Uther Pendragon has told Arthur that Merlin has magic. Arthur struggles to deal with it, until he's forced to once Camelot has a familiar new visitor.
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Morgana crooned to the guard, her words cold but soothing, smile apparent in her voice. The sharp clicks of boots snapped against the cold dungeon air as a high-headed, cold-hearted sorceress stood proudly in front of the old man. Dark hair, wild like a bloodthirsty animal, contrasted sharply against her pale, creamy skin. A dangerous smile lingered on her lips, watery green eyes gleaming with malice as she tilted her head to survey her prisoner with mock sympathy.
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Heads up, this fic is as straight as a ruler, so don't be expecting gay smut. I warned you!