Merlin: A Fictional Narrative

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. …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