Crack for merlin gold

Please enjoy! See the end of the work for more notes. Merlin knew pain. He had known it since he was born. Always the outcast, he only had Will as his friend. The other children found him to be too strange for them to want to play with.

They were quite the bullies as they grew older. The taunts were all the same. Making fun of him for being strange, not having a father, being unlovable to anyone other than his mother.

He would always tell them that it didn't matter to him, but it stuck with him. It stuck with him well until he had been on his own. Until he had been Arthur's manservant for many years. Even until Arthur was king. He never told anyone, of course. That is why he is here now. At the Lake of Avalon, crying his heart out.

Arthur had shown how he truly thought of Merlin in his blatant disregard for Merlin's thoughts. He was tired. Tired of losing everyone and having to save Arthur time and time again.

He wanted the pain to end. He wanted to go back to the days where he could wake up on stormy or wintery mornings without pain in the countless scars that covered his body from his many adventures; he was just tired. Tired of existing. Tired of the man he considered his best friend not caring about him. Tired of the stupid destiny that decided that he had to suffer. He wished for a hug.

It could be from anyone. He just couldn't take it anymore. He was half-tempted to just walk up to Arthur and tell him about his magic. He would welcome the obvious response. All he wished for was the chance to rest. To be done with this destiny.

The crack of a stick breaks the quiet stillness that always permeated the area around the lake. He felt the Magic of the person behind him. The familiar magic filled him with grief over how he had failed its host. Merlin huffed out a dark laugh, replying quietly, "Questioning how things would have been if I had never let anyone get into my head.

Morgana froze in shock, her once pristine and beautiful hair in tangles from what he could see, "What do you mean? He looked at her then, eyes flashing gold as his magic smoothed and cleaned her raven hair. Hurt filled her vision as she realized that if he had revealed himself to her, she wouldn't have been so alone. Merlin stared at her with broken eyes revealing his shattered spirit, "I listened to a dragon that told me my destiny and Gaius who was terrified of what would happen to me if anyone found out.

Morgana remained silent, pondering on Merlin's words. She understood why Merlin had been so afraid. She remained silent as she remembered all the times Merlin had seemed so mysterious and alone. She realized that Merlin had been worse off than she had been. Being forced to face Uther and Arthur everyday with the knowledge that they would kill him for what he was.

She realized that him sending her to the druids had been his attempt to circumvent the guidance of the two. That he had tried despite being told not to.

She startled when Merlin muttered, "It wasn't worth it you know. Poisoning you. I should have come up with another plan to get your sister to release the spell. It wasn't worth losing the only person that ever stood a chance of caring about me outside of some misguided idea of duty. You see, my mother begged him to take me in and teach me.

People in the village were making her worry for me. Merlin gave her a smile that seemed pasted on, "It's fine. I'm used to it by now. I have had a long time to grow accustomed to it. Morgana felt her heart break for her former friend. He seemed so lonely. The owed Merlin their lives and they would give it willingly, just as he had nearly done a thousand times. Merlin had only begun to show signs hours ago, nearly three days since crossing the border and the plan had slowly revealed itself since.

Once they were all dead, these forces would be marched on Camelot. An antidote had been prepared, far from perfect but it had done the job of keeping Merlin from dying out right. Merlin had refused to say it, refused to show weakness even though it was a truth all could see.

If Merlin used his magic, any large gestures until he was healed…he would not survive it. Arthur focused his gaze on the man in the front, his horse, a regal black purebred, adorned in all kinds of ornate chains and symbols. As one they lifted their shields and steadied their swords. Arthur planted his feet in the dirt and prepared for the onslaught…only to hear the hard, splintering crack of thunder in the otherwise clear, blue sky.

Lightening strikes rained down on the approaching forces, striking with the kind of coordination that was both deadly and unexpected. The ground seemed to tremble as the line of men broke suddenly, screams rising up as they scattered, either being hit by the flashes or being willfully turned away from where they stood firm. Arthur swung around to find Merlin, irises lined with bright gold and arms outstretched in front of him, mouth moving silently around ancient, strange words.

He had never been so terrified, not of Merlin, never of Merlin, but for him. His voice was joined by the knights, their expressions twisted into something a little hopeless like they already thought this was it. All at once it went silent and Merlin was looking directly at him, eyes no longer golden, having settled back into his familiar, comforting blue. His brows furrowed, almost like he was confused or amused and then he abruptly fell to his knees.

Talk to me, are you alright? Merlin squeezed his hand, a silent promise after all these years. Arthur kicked them into a gallop, and they started for the border. He would ride them mercilessly, because this would not be the end, this would not be their story and he never believed in destiny anyway.