I don't own Merlin or HP.

To say that Merlin was horrified would be a huge understatement.

The warlock was currently standing stock-still in the castle front yard, watching as another one of his decisions went and blew up at his face. They had just returned from their quest to seek out the Disir, a quest on which Merlin was forced to go against his belief and everything he had ever worked for, just to keep Arthur safe. But again he had made the wrong choice, and the very result was staring at him in the face.

Mordred. He was alive.

Merlin felt anger surging at those women for their cryptic words and misleading choices. More than that, he was angry at himself for failing to understanding them. His first thought had been that if the ban on magic wasn't lifted, Mordred would die and the prophecy would be prevented from happening. He had struggled to abandon his guilt at letting another man die as well as his pain at missing what could very well be his only chance at freeing magic, all to ensure that Arthur would live. However, he was wrong. The consequence that the Disir mentioned had been Mordred's survival all along. And he might have just played a hand in Arthur's demise.

No, He couldn't, and wouldn't stand to let that happen. He just had to find a way around it. That was why, as soon as the night came, the warlock sneaked out of Gaius's chamber, led his horse out of the stable and headed for the cave with only one purpose in his mind. He rode through the forest without stopping, only skidding to a halt when he felt the familiar energy filled the air. This was it. He dismounted and stomped into the Disir' place, ignoring that he was intruding a holy ground without permission. No one was inside. Merlin shouted.

"COME OUT! I KNOW YOU ARE THERE!"

Silence.

Merlin settled on his magic instead, letting it rise to the surface and released a burst of power. The ground trembled violently and the various charms that were hanging from the ceiling were ripped out by the wind and strewn all over the floor. He was closing his eyes, ready to tear this place apart if he needed to when…

"Emrys…"

Merlin spun around. The three women were there, seemingly unconcerned with the havoc he had just wreaked. They just stared at him with expressionless faces that were half obscured by the cloak.

"You didn't say he would survive." Merlin demanded

"We warned you, Emrys. You and the King. And neither of you listened."

"How was I SUPPOSED to know that THIS would happen?"

"We told you clearly that refusing magic would lead to the King's doom, didn't we?" said the Disir.

"There must be a way to avoid this." Merlin said with a desperate voice.

"You want another chance, Emrys?" one of the women asked.

"Yes! Please, I'll do anything." Merlin pleaded.

"The decision doesn't lie with us, Emrys. We merely see, not intervene. That is simply the ways thing are. What happens from now on depends on you. But if you are determined…"

The women in the middle pulled out something and held it in her palm. It was a crystal orb that was emitting a faint glow. From where he was standing, Merlin could feel the power emanating from the object.

"This is an artifact from the ancient time, said to hold the ability to alter fate itself. If you truly wish to change yours, then take it. However, beware. Not even we know what would happen once you get hold of this. And it won't guarantee that you have your desired ending. Make a careful choice, Emrys, for it could change thing for the worst."

Merlin gulped. What if he was wrong again? But if thing kept going the way they were, then certainly his vision, the one about Arthur's death, would come true.

"I'm willing to take that risk." He said with determination and reached out for the crystal orb. The moment his hand touched it, Merlin felt a wave of ancient and powerful magic engulfed him. Everything became white in front of his eyes. He felt the artifact power washed over him and knew no more.

I only write this fic for fun, so sorry if it doesn't make any sense. Oh, and I'm not English, so please forgive any grammar mistakes.