Part 14

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As the sun crept over the horizon, sorcerers and sorcerer hunters alike began rising, the prospect of battle on their minds.

Merlin had awoken before Arthur and took the time to watch him for a few moments as he slept. His face had a look of utter peacefulness and serenity. Merlin wished he could just let Arthur continue sleeping so that he could remain so serene. But the battle was looming over their heads.

"Arthur," Merlin whispered sweetly as he brushed strands of blonde hair off of his forehead.

Arthur's eyes slowly parted. "Oh Merlin," he spoke with fatigue, "I wish we could just stay in this tent forever."

Merlin grabbed Arthur's hand and intertwined their fingers. "I do too," he replied as he planted a kiss on Arthur's hand.

"Time to go to war," Arthur said.

Myrik hadn't slept at all that night. For one thing, he had been too excited about the battle. For another, he wanted to stay awake and make sure his weapon was safe and sound. It was sleeping right now. Well, if a spirit could sleep.

He could still scarcely believe this was his doing. He'd been forming the plan brilliantly in mind for quite some time, but he saw it as more of a fantasy than a possible reality. After all, he hated magic, as his father hated magic. Their purpose was always to destroy magic. Could his wild idea that actually involved magic come to fruition? One night, he'd been crazy enough to unleash the idea on his father. Of course, Micah had lost his mind at the idea at first. How dare his own son suggest using magic? But Myrik had been able to convince him that this could be the only way they could take out Arthur Pendragon. He explained to his father the brilliance of the plan, and that the sorcerers would never see it coming. It would throw a huge wrench in their plans. Whatever they planned for, they would never think of this.

Everyone at the sorcerers' camp was armoring up and preparing their weapons. They were going to be using their magic, but they were prepared to put this medieval weaponry to use as well. Arthur was already dressed in his armor, looking completely regal and larger than life as he emerged from the tent into the blinding morning sunlight. Everyone was scattered around preparing, and enjoying brief moments with their loved ones. Arthur swallowed, a thick lump forming in his throat. As he watched everyone around him, he knew that he owed it to them to fight for them. He couldn't fail.

Merlin slipped into Ellie's tent as she finished putting on her armor. For a second, Merlin was reminded of the time Morgana was dressed similarly the time she and Gwen had joined him and Arthur in Ealdor.

"Hey," Ellie greeted breathlessly as she turned around to face him.

"Hey," he replied simply, "Feeling okay?"

"Yeah," she said as she sheathed her daggers, "It's going to go fine."

"Ellie," Merlin said chidingly, "You don't have to pretend to not be nervous. You may be able to see people's auras and gather their emotions, but I've known you for hundreds of years. It's easy enough for me to read your emotions."

A small smile played on her lips. "You're right of course," she said, "You're always right."

Merlin placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's okay to be afraid," he said, "There's not a person here who isn't afraid. I'm probably more afraid than anyone. But it's okay because we're willing to fight. We're fighting for our right to live. We are strong. And you, Ellie, you're the strongest person I know."

"How did you get so wise, huh?" she asked with a tearful smile.

He pulled her into a fierce hug.

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