Merlin clapped his hands together, but somehow, his hands coming together caused a deafening crashing sound, louder than the most stunning thunderclap Perceval had ever heard. The ground beneath Perceval’s feet shook, and with an upward glance, Perceval saw all of Morgane’s men were frozen in place, too. Now, Merlin and Morgane were the only people left with the ability to move.
Merlin approached Morgane, and Perceval wanted to cry out for the man to stop, that Morgane would turn Merlin to dust with a snap of her fingers, but Perceval’s voice no longer worked. In a way, he was sorry his eyes still moved, because he’d have no choice but to witness Merlin’s demise.
Now right positioned right in front of Morgane – the woman’s eyes still glowed a fierce red – Merlin spoke. “I no longer fear you, Morgane,” said the gangly Merlin in a calm and measured tone. …show more content…
The sorceress cackled in response. “Then you are a fool, Merlin.”
“I don’t think so. King Arthur, his men, and I faced our fears tonight. And when you face your fears, you come to realize they’re not so scary after all. When will you learn, Morgane?” He stepped even closer to the woman now, and the blazing red color drained from her eyes. “Love and honor always win, as do compassion and kindness. You may take our lives, but those virtues never fade… they live on. But fear dies.”
Morgane cackled again, but Perceval heard a wobble in her fierce laugh and knew Morgane grew nervous.
“Merlin, who are you anyway?” said Morgane with a sneer. “You’re nothing but a simple teacher with pitiful magical skills. My cat possesses more skills than you.”
A calm smile spread over Merlin’s face. “Tonight, it appears that I have become much, much more.” Merlin took several steps back and with another thunderous handclap, a massive chasm cracked open the earth in front of him, a fissure hundreds and hundreds of yards long and endlessly deep. The gash in the ground separated Merlin from Morgane. “Oh, an impressive hole in the ground,” said Morgane. “You’re stronger than you look, Merlin. Merlin locked eyes with Morgane, then held his arm high, and spun his fingers in a small circle. The next moment, all of Morgane’s soldiers were flung into the bottomless pit by an unseen force. As they were paralyzed, they did not even scream. That was when Morgan’s façade of self-assurance crumbled. She must have forgotten all of her magical powers, because she turned on her heel and ran. Merlin’s still held his hand high, but his fingers curled into a first. He pulled his fist toward his body, Morgane fell, and her writhing body dragged along the rocky earth until she reached the edge of the fissure. “You’ve always said mercy is for the weak, Morgane, but I disagree.” Perceval stood close enough to see Merlin’s eyes appeared sad. “However, some acts are unforgivable. You’ve killed too many and caused grave tumult. You will not and cannot change.” “No!” screamed Morgane in terror. “No! Damn you, Merlin and Arthur Pendragon!” She dug her fingers into the ground, clearly assuming Merlin was preparing to fling her into the void. However, demonstrating a degree of mercy, Merlin held out his hand toward Morgane. It flashed red for an instant, and the breath left Morgane’s body. Merlin muttered something under his breath; Perceval could not make out the words, but it sounds like it might have been a brief prayer. In the next moment, Morgane’s dead body fell into the chasm. Merlin then clapped his hands together one last time, and with a final substantial crash, the crevasse sealed up. Morgane and her men were gone, for good this time, and Arthur’s soldiers were free to move again. Though in control of his body again, Perceval stood in shock. Merlin, the once-tutor and now-friend and advisor of Arthur, a man who claimed his magical skills were nothing more than charming parlor tricks, was an immensely powerful wizard. Likely, the most powerful wizard known to man. “I’ll be damned,” Perceval muttered to himself at this
Merlin approached Morgane, and Perceval wanted to cry out for the man to stop, that Morgane would turn Merlin to dust with a snap of her fingers, but Perceval’s voice no longer worked. In a way, he was sorry his eyes still moved, because he’d have no choice but to witness Merlin’s demise.
Now right positioned right in front of Morgane – the woman’s eyes still glowed a fierce red – Merlin spoke. “I no longer fear you, Morgane,” said the gangly Merlin in a calm and measured tone. …show more content…
The sorceress cackled in response. “Then you are a fool, Merlin.”
“I don’t think so. King Arthur, his men, and I faced our fears tonight. And when you face your fears, you come to realize they’re not so scary after all. When will you learn, Morgane?” He stepped even closer to the woman now, and the blazing red color drained from her eyes. “Love and honor always win, as do compassion and kindness. You may take our lives, but those virtues never fade… they live on. But fear dies.”
Morgane cackled again, but Perceval heard a wobble in her fierce laugh and knew Morgane grew nervous.
“Merlin, who are you anyway?” said Morgane with a sneer. “You’re nothing but a simple teacher with pitiful magical skills. My cat possesses more skills than you.”
A calm smile spread over Merlin’s face. “Tonight, it appears that I have become much, much more.” Merlin took several steps back and with another thunderous handclap, a massive chasm cracked open the earth in front of him, a fissure hundreds and hundreds of yards long and endlessly deep. The gash in the ground separated Merlin from Morgane. “Oh, an impressive hole in the ground,” said Morgane. “You’re stronger than you look, Merlin. Merlin locked eyes with Morgane, then held his arm high, and spun his fingers in a small circle. The next moment, all of Morgane’s soldiers were flung into the bottomless pit by an unseen force. As they were paralyzed, they did not even scream. That was when Morgan’s façade of self-assurance crumbled. She must have forgotten all of her magical powers, because she turned on her heel and ran. Merlin’s still held his hand high, but his fingers curled into a first. He pulled his fist toward his body, Morgane fell, and her writhing body dragged along the rocky earth until she reached the edge of the fissure. “You’ve always said mercy is for the weak, Morgane, but I disagree.” Perceval stood close enough to see Merlin’s eyes appeared sad. “However, some acts are unforgivable. You’ve killed too many and caused grave tumult. You will not and cannot change.” “No!” screamed Morgane in terror. “No! Damn you, Merlin and Arthur Pendragon!” She dug her fingers into the ground, clearly assuming Merlin was preparing to fling her into the void. However, demonstrating a degree of mercy, Merlin held out his hand toward Morgane. It flashed red for an instant, and the breath left Morgane’s body. Merlin muttered something under his breath; Perceval could not make out the words, but it sounds like it might have been a brief prayer. In the next moment, Morgane’s dead body fell into the chasm. Merlin then clapped his hands together one last time, and with a final substantial crash, the crevasse sealed up. Morgane and her men were gone, for good this time, and Arthur’s soldiers were free to move again. Though in control of his body again, Perceval stood in shock. Merlin, the once-tutor and now-friend and advisor of Arthur, a man who claimed his magical skills were nothing more than charming parlor tricks, was an immensely powerful wizard. Likely, the most powerful wizard known to man. “I’ll be damned,” Perceval muttered to himself at this