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Merlin
Merlin released a breath that she didn't even know she was holding as soon as Failinis got off of her. She had put up a brave front, but that little girl scared the jeebies out of her. It was clear that she would do anything for her master – a man Merlin did not really know anything about. She pushed herself up, swatting at her cloak to clear it of minor debris, and lifted her left hand – the only one without a glove. She wiggled the fingers a little bit and smiled lightly at Lugh before grabbing his hand in what appeared to be a handshake. A first nothing happened, and it would seem that she was just gripping his hand firmly. Merlin made sure that she was looking directly into Lugh's eyes and then muttered a few words in a long lost language. When her words stopped, Lugh's world would become warped, both he and Merlin being transported to a different time altogether. Around them Lugh would see the same scene she had pictured earlier where the maid Melina stood at the back of the room while watching the joyous Knights of the Round Table. Of course, this was only a memory. But Lugh would be able to see it all and walk around even if he pleased.
This part of the memory lasted only a few seconds in reality before shifting to a battle field. The knights and King Arthur himself could be seen wielding their swords and fighting off an army. The sword King Arthur held in this dream was the exact same as the one Melina had arrived with in her reincarnated form. The scene was bloody and the dead lie strewn across the ground at their feet. The familiar vision of Melina – the same woman standing in front of him in real time – came into view. Her image changed suddenly, contorting with a pained look on her face to the image of a bearded man. The man shook his head a little, steadied himself on his feet, and then ran into battle with a sword in his hand and a staff at his back. He could be seen casting spells against his enemies, throwing fire, and even summoning lighting to strike his opponents on the field. He fought beside Arthur even when Mordred appeared, a scowl on her face and a dark army at her command. Being in Merlin's memories, Lugh would be able to see as Merlin did. He would be able to see the dark magic that flowed around Mordred and feel the rage that emanated off of her.
Finally, they were both pulled back to reality as Merlin jerked her hand away from Lugh's with a start as if she'd been shocked just by touching him. Her expression was drawn, stoic, and she looked down and away. She clenched her fist and released a few times trying to return the feeling to it. That last memory was a rough one for her since it was the last battle against Mordred. It was like going through it all over again. Merlin let out a shaky breath and then cleared her throat, about to say something. Instead, she was cut off by the sound of a herd of footsteps coming their way. Her eyes widened as she watched the massive crowd of both the undead and the large beasts coming their way.
"Perhaps we should finish this discussion another time."
Merlin did not wait for a response. She turned on her heel, crouched down to grab and loop one of Deanta's arms around her shoulders, and pulled him up. Whether he wanted to come or not, she did not withhold her strength to pull him along. It was time to leave. Merlin helped support Deanta and moved quickly toward the edge of town, trying to get back to the portal on the outskirts.
Merlin released a breath that she didn't even know she was holding as soon as Failinis got off of her. She had put up a brave front, but that little girl scared the jeebies out of her. It was clear that she would do anything for her master – a man Merlin did not really know anything about. She pushed herself up, swatting at her cloak to clear it of minor debris, and lifted her left hand – the only one without a glove. She wiggled the fingers a little bit and smiled lightly at Lugh before grabbing his hand in what appeared to be a handshake. A first nothing happened, and it would seem that she was just gripping his hand firmly. Merlin made sure that she was looking directly into Lugh's eyes and then muttered a few words in a long lost language. When her words stopped, Lugh's world would become warped, both he and Merlin being transported to a different time altogether. Around them Lugh would see the same scene she had pictured earlier where the maid Melina stood at the back of the room while watching the joyous Knights of the Round Table. Of course, this was only a memory. But Lugh would be able to see it all and walk around even if he pleased.
This part of the memory lasted only a few seconds in reality before shifting to a battle field. The knights and King Arthur himself could be seen wielding their swords and fighting off an army. The sword King Arthur held in this dream was the exact same as the one Melina had arrived with in her reincarnated form. The scene was bloody and the dead lie strewn across the ground at their feet. The familiar vision of Melina – the same woman standing in front of him in real time – came into view. Her image changed suddenly, contorting with a pained look on her face to the image of a bearded man. The man shook his head a little, steadied himself on his feet, and then ran into battle with a sword in his hand and a staff at his back. He could be seen casting spells against his enemies, throwing fire, and even summoning lighting to strike his opponents on the field. He fought beside Arthur even when Mordred appeared, a scowl on her face and a dark army at her command. Being in Merlin's memories, Lugh would be able to see as Merlin did. He would be able to see the dark magic that flowed around Mordred and feel the rage that emanated off of her.
Finally, they were both pulled back to reality as Merlin jerked her hand away from Lugh's with a start as if she'd been shocked just by touching him. Her expression was drawn, stoic, and she looked down and away. She clenched her fist and released a few times trying to return the feeling to it. That last memory was a rough one for her since it was the last battle against Mordred. It was like going through it all over again. Merlin let out a shaky breath and then cleared her throat, about to say something. Instead, she was cut off by the sound of a herd of footsteps coming their way. Her eyes widened as she watched the massive crowd of both the undead and the large beasts coming their way.
"Perhaps we should finish this discussion another time."
Merlin did not wait for a response. She turned on her heel, crouched down to grab and loop one of Deanta's arms around her shoulders, and pulled him up. Whether he wanted to come or not, she did not withhold her strength to pull him along. It was time to leave. Merlin helped support Deanta and moved quickly toward the edge of town, trying to get back to the portal on the outskirts.
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