Fire and Ice 4: Survivor

Hello! I left the last story on a cliff-hanger deliberately, and I'm sorry... well, a little. It was pretty awesome though! Anyway, this is the last Fire and Ice story, I hope you enjoyed this series, Look out for anymore stories I'm writing.

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Just to let you know, I'll put the spell meanings at the end of each chapter because I realised I didn't do that in my last 3 books so I'll do it now to make it easier to understand!

Chapter 1

They hid behind the trees. Now was the perfect time to do it, at night, when Camelot least expected. Arthur would probably be celebrating about their latest accomplishment or something. Morgana hid in the forest, an army of sorcerers, knights, and even a few dragons.

The night was quiet. The moon stood tall in the sky, the pale light lay across the kingdom. A quiet chatter could be heard from inside the castle but apart from that, Camelot was still. Every so often, a gentle breeze would blow across the lands, making leaves flap about on the trees and torch lights flicker.

Morgana's pale, stone cold face was the first you could see as she stalked across the flat grass that lay between the forest and the castle. Her army did not make a sound though. Not yet.

They stood behind her, dressed in black, weapons ready to be used. Dragons crouched low on the ground. Goodness knows where they came from. Some looked like dragons, but if you looked closer, they were actually other vicious magical creatures, bearing fangs and snarling quietly.

Morgana's hand flew across houses and her eyes flashed gold for just a second. Flames burst from the roves and smoke poured out the windows floating up into the sky. The bright orange and yellow was the first thing you saw.

Warning bells echoed throughout the kingdom and knights and guards hurried out into the streets, getting as many people as they could to the castle before any more harm came to them.

Shrill screams tore through the air as people ran from the fire that was burning their homes. Children wept and ran for their mothers who then ran for the castle.

Morgana grinned evilly. All was going well.

"The mythical creatures hissed behind her, waiting for their queue. Not yet. Soon.

Camelot was burning, fire spread through the lower town, as quickly as it came, going from house to house.

She looked up at the castle and saw the familiar blond hair. The crown upon his head.

Arthur.

MERLIN

It was only a matter of time. Arthur knew that. Things had been going so well, it was just what he had expected. Not that he had expected his kingdom to go up in flames that night, he just knew that trouble was bound to end up on his front door some time soon.

"Get the people into the castle. As many as you can." Arthur ordered Leon.

"Gwaine, take the knights and gather your weapons. Merlin, you come with me," Arthur went to Gwen who had a face of worry and determination.

"Gwen, you help Gaius. I know you can fight." He said when her mouth opened in protest. "But you're better at healing people."

Gwen nodded understandingly and hurried off after Gaius to prepare the medical room.

"We're going to my father's old chambers." Arthur told Merlin who was half running half walking behind him.

"What for?" Merlin asked.

"If we go onto the balcony, we can see the full damage and hopefully, where Morgana is." Arthur informed him. Merlin nodded.

Uther's old room was dusty and it hadn't been used in ages. The bed still lay made and untouched, as did everything else but the amount of dust that had lay itself on top of things made it look like the room had been empty for years.

Arthur barged through the balcony doors and went to the edge. His hands rested on the stone barrier that went around the edge. His eyes scanned the lower town for any sign of his 'sister'. None, the smoke was too thick.

"Merlin can you see her?" Arthur asked turning to his friend. Merlin was staring at the fog, as if something was there.

"Merlin?" Arthur asked again.

"Æsweotol," He hissed, his eyes turned gold and the fog cleared revealing Morgana and her army of men.

Arthur's angry glare was reflected on her face and she brought her hand up.

Her mouth moved but she was too far away for them to hear anything. All of a sudden, the balcony began to crumble and they immediately went for the door, slamming it behind them.

"What do we do?" Merlin asked his king with worry.

"Attack." Arthur replied plainly.

MERLIN

Kilgharrah knew something was wrong. He had felt it in his mind. His young Dragonlord was struggling and he could sense a hint of fear. The older dragon knew he had to do something but Camelot would fear him. Think he was on the other side, with Morgana and the other dragons.

He could hear the screams and the city being torn apart by Morgana. Her crave for power was making her go mad. Her heart, one full of love was now full of hatred. All she wanted was power.

Kilgharrah always got annoyed at that. Peoples desire for power. It would drive him insane thinking about it because as much as he understood it, he didn't know why people did it. Everyone had power, just some had more than others.

He stretched out his wings and flew up into the starry sky. Camelot would need him. His warlock would need him.

The fire was horrifying. The flames burst into the sky, oranges, reds and yellows all rose up, at least 10 foot tall. Houses had been ruined by the flames. The whole city had been engulfed in thick, black smoke.

Kilgharrah roared in anger. Though he saw no people, he could hear them yell for help.

He dove down into the smoke, flapping his wings hoping it would disappear.

MERLIN

Merlin ran through the empty halls, panting. He and Arthur had decided to split up. Arthur would go to the knights and Merlin would just go and help with whatever he could.

The roar had startled him at first but he recognised it. It was Kilgharrah! Merlin grinned, and ran to the nearest window. He saw the large dragon sweep down into the city desperately flapping his wings. The smoke around him cleared but as soon as he stopped, it filled the empty space again.

Merlin left the window and ran to the doors. They were wide open, in case there was anyone else that needed to get in. Merlin raised his hand towards the city.

"Æsweotol sé dism ," He murmured. His blue orbs went gold and back to blue again.

The smoke began to rise, his hands leading it up into the sky. He clasped his hands together and the smoke vanished into thin air.

He looked down at the city and found Morgana and her army waiting on the empty streets. She smirked her signature, evil smirk.

"Merlin." She said coldly. "What a nice surprise."

I'm pretty please with this! Anyway, here's a translation for you.

Spell Translation

Æsweotol – clear

Æsweotol sé dism – Clear the smoke

Hope that was more helpful than leaving it unsaid!

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