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The Warlock's Flame (My new original as original as fanfics get)

The Warlock's Flame

Nico

Date: Thursday, 2015/May/28, 12:54 PM | Message # 1

Sunday, December 14th, 2014

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The Warlock's Fire

(Warning this story is a cross of the Merlin and Percy Jackson universe)

Chapter One:

(This chapter takes place a week after the death of Will; Merlin's childhood friend

in addition Lancelot, Gwaine, and Percival are all ready knights it'll make the story a bit easier to tell)

This story begins on a stormy evening in the kingdom of Camelot where the crown prince Arthur Pendragon was currently berating his loyal but loveable manservant Merlin for his unparalleled string of clumsiness that had resulted in the young warlock in disguise being sent to the stocks thrice in twenty-four hours and as if that wasn't enough poor Merlin would get a second berating once got home to Gaius for being late.

Arthur was a tall, burly young man about sixteen years in age, with radiant blonde hair, he currently was dressed in his chain-mail from his training session outside several hours prior while his manservant; Merlin was a tall, lanky and slender youth looking to be about sixteen or seventeen and he was a warlock in hiding as the use of magic was banned upon the penalty of death if used.

As mentioned before the prince was reprimanding his manservant for his lack of attentiveness

"I SWEAR YOU ARE THE DEFINITION OF USELESS AND INCOMPITENT" Arthur roared mercilessly as young Merlin flinched at the tone, his head bowed in shame his startling blue eyes trained on a smudge of horridly worn out boots.

Merlin was startled out of his musing by his master's sudden addressing of him.

"WELL MERLIN, DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING THE SAY FOR YOURSELF!"

The young warlock was silent for a few more moments before mumbling something unintelligible.

"What was that?!" Arthur inquired his voice like a a very sharp knife.

"I said I'm sorry my lord...Will's...p-passing has somewhat destabilized me slightly; I'm still not completely over it yet" was the warlock's reply his deep tones clouded with unrestricted pain and grief.

The crown prince sputtered, normally that response would have defused Arthur's anger entirely but his rage was beyond thought at the moment and coupled with his father's beliefs on magic drilled into him since he could talk caused a totally different reaction.

The prince's voice became calm but held all of the destructive force of a magically amplified ballista bolt.

"Listen to me very carefully Merlin...No man is worth your tears, especially a filthy sorcerer; he may have been good at the time but his magic would've corrupted him eventually so do yourself and me a favor and GET. OVER. IT!" he bellowed the last part to drive his point home.

Merlin's breath turned harsh as tears clouded his vision he looked up and looked straight into his prince's eyes so he could see the damaged that had just been done before dashing out of the room before his resolve crumbled completely.

Arthur on the other hand was stunned at the look of pure devastation and anguish that was present on his manservant's face before he ran from room but shrugged it off for now still far too annoyed and tired to think on it he would contemplate it in the morning.

Merlin had raced through the corridor tears steaming down his face like miniature rivers.

Little did Arthur or Merlin know Sir Leon had been passing by when he heard his prince's incessant yelling but what he couldn't believe was what Arthur had actually though heavily believed in Uther's teachings too had said to the poor servant,who had lost his best friend from the sounds of it only a week ago and when he saw Merlin fly out of Arthur's chambers and raced by him with tears running down his face it confirmed his suspicion Prince Arthur had gone too far.

Sir Leon was furious, the incorrigible manservant had grown on the knights and he knew has soon as Sirs Gwaine and Lancelot heard of this they would be fuming as they were very close to Merlin.

The senior knight knew Gaius or one of the aforementioned knights to sort Merlin out so he decided he would straighten the prince out.

Sir Leon took in a deep breathe preparing himself for the informal berating he was about to give his prince.

The knight raised his hand and knocked hard on the door three times.

"Enter" came the exasperated reply.

Leon pushed the door open to reveal Prince Arthur sitting at his desk eating his dinner.

"What can I do for you Sir Leon" Arthur inquired trying his best at keeping the annoyed edge out of his voice but failing epically causing the senior knight to furrow his brown and narrow his eyes.

Leon was about the same size as the prince with a crown of curly red hair and a thin groomed mustache, and serious blue eyes, he was wearing his standard suit armor as tonight was his night for evening patrols.

Leon huffed a little before speaking

"Permission to speak freely my lord?"

Arthur nodded his assent to continue.

"I was wondering sire why as I was walking by Merlin burst from the room with tears on his face?" Leon asked using a tactic that he used when Arthur was younger to get him to admit his wrong doings.

"His level incompetence seems to have gotten worse since we returned from saving that goddam village of his" the prince seethed to which the elder knight sighed

"You do remember I overheard your shouting match Arthur, while I admit he was a bit clumsier then usual I thought you knew better" Leon admonished the prince with a look of disappointment.

Arthur was about to open his mouth to respond but Leon beat him to it.

"While I would've been irritated too, I would not have been so insensitive to his reasons, you've never had to actually face losing someone you held dear...I amend that statement you lost your mother but you were too young to really have known her, so that doesn't really count."

Leon paused to take a breath before continuing

"Your second statement was far too harsh this William person is obviously very dear to Merlin and your attempt at discount his friend's noble sacrifice just because he had magic though yes it would have corrupted his eventually it hadn't yet and to say what you did was nothing but a rude, insensitive attempt to tarnish Merlin's view of the a person he may have loved like a brother...just to be frank sire I would've hoped you valued Merlin trust higher than that"

with that Leon swept from the room to continue his night long patrol of the castle.

Arthur was left stupefied it had been many a year since Leon had lectured him like he just did and now that he thought about it he had gone way too far to try and turn Merlin against his late friend when he was still grieving for the loss.

He would apologize to Merlin when he saw him in the morning.

Since George had been by earlier he was already in his sleepwear his climbed into his bed and quickly fell asleep.

While the prince of Camelot drifted off to sleep he was completely unaware that three others had witnessed his horrid behavior; far above and to the south of Camelot stood a mighty mountain with peaks so tall they stretched into the clouds.

Atop the mount weaving in out like thread through a loom was city comprised of numerous white marble buildings with stunning colonnades, beautiful terraces and marvelous gardens.

It was Mount Olympus home of the gods.

The three aforementioned beings were standing upon a terrace overlooking Camelot far to the north of it.

The first was a woman with beautiful hazel eyes, red hair that appeared to be made of flame.

Her skin was pale and flawless her dress wrapped around her stunning figure and looked to be fashioned of living fire; she was Hestia; Olympic goddess of the hearth and home.

Beside her stood a young man with brilliant blonde hair that looked to be spun of gold, his eyes were the purest blue.

His skin was pale yet with a perfect tan he wore a Greek tunic; white with gold etchings along the hems and his whole form seem to shimmer with a pleasant light and heat of the sun, he was Apollo god of the sun and music and to his right opposite Hestia was another goddess.

She looked to be a bit older than both Hestia and Apollo but her earth brown eyes held a pleasant amount of energy.

Her hair was as black as a dark cave and she had a breathe taking emerald-green dress that wrapped around her just right leaving shoulder exposed to the air, she was Demeter goddess of the harvest.

The three immortals peered upon Camelot not at all pleased with how the triple-goddess would allow her champion to suffer in such a way.

"It is truly deplorable not only does she will his dearest friend to be taken but she is trying harden his heart" stated Hestia with sad look on her face.

Apollo gazed at his aunt

"To top it off the sorry excuse for a goddess tried to play at prophecy not realizing that mortal lives are not so easily steered" the sun huffed out a superheated breath.

Demeter was also beside herself

"And to think she had the nerve of trying turn Emrys against my darling little Mordred it's enough to make my blood boil" the harvest goddess' eyes flashed dangerously "and did it through that damnable dragon no less!"

The three immortals stood there contemplating for a few minutes before Apollo broke the silence.

"I do not know about you lovely ladies but I have to raise the sun in eight hours so I'll catch up with you tomorrow"

the sun god turned and gave both goddesses a hug before bidding them good night

"'night auntie Hestia, Aunt Demeter" calling out with a backwards wave.

"Good night nephew" the two chimed together.

"I suppose we should retire as well, we'll see if the arrogant prince keeps his vow or not...if he doesn't then we can act"

Demeter nodded agreeing with her sister they both turned and began walking just before Hestia left she spotted Morpheus, the god of dreams and nightmares.

"Morpheus, make sure dear Merlin has pleasant dreams tonight, Zeus knows the poor boy needs it" the goddess of home turned and continued and Morpheus bowed

"Yes Lady Hestia"

Nico