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“He’s here! We did it! He’s finally here!” a woman yelled.
Chattering filled the air around Merlin.
Merlin frowned, eyes still closed. “Noisy children,” he mumbled low. ‘Why are there children playing around the lake?’ he thought but was too lazy to open his eyes.
Another woman entered the room. “Is it done?” she asked but upon seeing Merlin’s body inside the circle of candles and herbs, she nodded knowing the answer. “And now we can use him to kill the Mikaelsons.”
That did it. Merlin opened his eyes wide. “Kill?” He sat up and looked around. ‘This does not look like the lake’, he analysed.
“Who are you and where am I?” he demanded, voice low and guarded.
The four women in the room shivered. They could feel his power even though he hadn’t even used it. His endless power and they strived for it.
“W-we are descendants of yours, lord,” a shaky voice spoke. It belonged to a petite-looking girl who looked like she didn’t even want to be there in the first place.
“Descendants?” he asked.
“And as to why you’re here,” another woman spoke. This one was filled with overconfidence and ego. “It’s because we had summoned you. Took us quite a lot of power to get you here.”
Merlin tilted his head. “Here as in where?”
“America. New Orleans.”
Merlin waited. This wasn’t the end of it.
“You’re in the 21st century, lord,” the petite woman spoke out.
Merlin took a deep breath, his heart panicked. “This cannot be. I’m not supposed to be here. You have messed with time,” he stood. “Consequences!”
The women stood, hands ready to subdue him.
“I told you it was stupid to summon him right after that weak prince died,” the nasty woman said.
The others shushed her, rolling their eyes that she had made the situation worse.
Merlin turned his head towards her. “Weak? You know nothing, child!” he growled. Something flipped inside him and he didn’t know what. His eyes flashed gold, hands emitting static-like emanation.
“We’re sorry, lord! We beg for forgiveness for our fellow friend,” the petite woman said, her voice quivering.
The foul woman scoffed. “I’m not sorry at all. It was good that Arthur died! It was for the best. He was too weak to be king and-,” her voice was no longer heard.
With a flick of Merlin’s finger, the woman turned to dust. Grey ashes covered the floor where she once stood. Her friends were shocked to do anything, their mouths were gapping like fishes out of water. Not even an incantation was heard and she was gone from the face of the Earth. They were too afraid to go against Merlin. He was too strong for them, no matter how strong they were when they took down thousands of vampires and werewolves together, this was not their fight. Now they know, it wasn’t the right time to have summoned Merlin. He was grieving over his best friend.
The sudden voice of Merlin disturbed them out of their thoughts. “Do not call me lord again. I am not your lord. Do you understand?” his eyes were fierce.
They nodded clumsily, too frightened to say anything.
Merlin scowled. “Now. Send me back to Arthur’s side."
The women looked at each other, no one wanted to tell him.
Merlin noticed the look on their faces. “What is it?”
The two women in the back pushed the petite one to the front. She was reluctant but couldn’t fight the push. She finally spoke. “The sp-spell we used was only to summon you.”
Merlin stayed still, his mind processing the information he had just received. “But you do know how to send me back, yes.”
“W-we don’t-”
“If you don’t, then you’ll end up like your friend over there,” he pointed to the ashes on the floor.
They gasped. “We will find a way,” she hurriedly said. “But it will take a while.”
“How long is a while?” Merlin was being impatient.
The women shared a look before answering. “A month or two.”
Before Merlin could argue, she replied, “because we need the right ingredients or else you will end up in the wrong time.”
Merlin sighed. “Well, that’s just…. great.” He sighed once more.
The women were relieved that Merlin was now relaxed.
“I guess I might as well... look around,” he said looking out the window. “Are we in the woods?”
“Yes, we are hiding from vampires and werewolves”.
Merlin’s eyes widened. “So, they do exist. I wonder why I never came across them.” He stepped back to look them in the eyes. “So, who and what is a Mikaelsons?”