bigdamndestiny: (with arthur - gonna kick your ass)
[continued from here, here and directly following here.]

"We've been spotted," Harjeedian told them. "A man came out of one of the buildings up the hillside, stared this way for a while, and then hurried down the hillside towards where many of the dwellings lie."

"Then we need to get back to gate and hold it," Firekeeper decided quickly, glancing at her companions to see if they agreed.

Let's go then, )
bigdamndestiny: (NINJA)
Book in hand, Merlin was ready to begin actually practicing magic. With someone. Someone who wasn't trying to kill Arthur with said magic!

...this was going to take some getting used to.

Sitting down on a conveniently placed log, he waiting for Tony to arrive.

[[For ze wizard!]]
bigdamndestiny: (pass out)

Off the top of his head, Merlin know at least five different herbal remedies for a fever. None of which he brought with him on this little trip. From now on he'd be carrying a damn store of medicine with him at all times. Just in case he was whisked away another world.


But right now he wasn't thinking of herbs or remedies. His mind was in a fever induced haze of one single nightmare.

Back on that island... at the altar where Gaius nearly died. With her.

"It's a pity you wouldn't join with me," she said, witch-fire springing up in her hand, roiling harmlessly around her fingers. "Power like that shouldn't be wasted." Nimueh raised her hand like she had before, the first time, like she was about to toss a furnace at his chest.

"You're dead," Merlin hissed, feeling the heavy thud of his heart as it sped up in something like fear. But he wasn't afraid of her, right? "I killed you."

"Am I?" The flame-filled hand tapped at her chest, surrounding her face with an eerie halo of fire. "Perhaps you're not as good as you think you are, Merlin."

"Good enough!"

But was he really? He hadn't the faintest idea what he was doing most of the time.

"I'll kill you again," Merlin said, trying to call fire to his own hand.

"Practice makes perfect, they say." The fire in Nimueh's hand spat higher, and rather than throwing it at him in a ball, she pushed it towards the hand that he was holding out, an arc of flame crossing the space between them. "Try it, little boy. Kill me right this time."

Concentration broken, Merlin stumbled back away from the flames. He couldn't-- couldn't do anything. "You're not real. You can't be."

"Is that all you've got? Fumbling and denials?" What looked like genuine surprise turned into mocking laughter as the flames fell away from her hand. "All the power of a thousand legends and you can't even dig it out? What kind of killer are you?"

"I'm not a killer. I did what was needed."

That rang false even to him.

"Oh, is that how you tell it to keep yourself warm at night?" And the laughs just keep on coming, she might have said if either of them had been born a thousand years later. "To the ones who keep you that way? You and I know better."

"We are nothing alike."

"Nothing? You and I? We're two sides of the same coin, Merlin." She said it as if she knew just how obscene the words would sound, coming from those lips.

Merlin felt that panic sinking in. Those fears that he buried deep down when he couldn't sleep at night. "You're a liar."

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.

The fire sprang up again, dancing over her fingers as she laughed. "As if that makes us different?"

Fire he couldn't manage to make himself.

Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

"You lie for your own selfish gain."

"And you lie to yourself. Heads or tails, wizard?" If the question was asked about where she threw the fireball this time, the correct answer was heads.

It wasn't burning him like a normal flame, oh no. That would be too easy. Instead it felt like the heat was everywhere, burning him up from the inside out.

I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.

"Nothing? Nothing??" Hands up as if she still expected him to throw it back at her or call down lightning on her head, Nimueh stared at him. "You don't even deserve the power you have, if you won't use it!"

Arms raised high again, she growled, "Utan á gedrunenian ond stríenaþ!" and...pulled, trying to yank the fire -- and the power it was eating at -- away from him.

And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.

Merlin screamed in pain as he not so much felt it as didn't feel something anymore. No. He was not going to be beaten by her. He wasn't about to give up everything he had worked for this long.

"It's mine," He hissed, forcing himself to stand and pulling back even if he hadn't the faintest idea how.

"What will you trade for it, wizard?" she shouted over the crackle of flames shooting back at him. "Your prince? Your fame? Your face?" She yanked back just as hard -- but no harder, neither force overpowering the other.

Merlin's eyes went gold and he took all the fire back greedily. It was his, he knew it was now.

"Nothing you'll get."

He pulled to take everything she had, every last part of it. This was a part of him and there was no way he would ever give it up.

Only I will remain.


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