Long Way From Home
(Cheesy name subject to change)
CONTAINS MERLIN SPOILERS!
“Where is Merlin?” King Arthur asked Gaius, storming into his quarters. “Well I had thought he was doing his chores?” Gaius was startled. “Well, he wasn’t.” Arthur was enraged, slamming his armor on the table, “MERLIN!” The drowsy manservant stumbled out of his room, half-dressed and dreary eyed. “Sorry, I-I...” He stammered as he realized who beckoned for him, “I was up late again last night.” Arthur stared at him with a gaze strong enough to pierce a dragon’s skin, “Oh, so you were at the tavern last night? Well you can fix my armor twice today then!” “Twice?!” Merlin was startled to being fully alert by this statement, “I have to fix your armor twice?! I’m barely able to fix it once!” “Well you should have fixed it last night before the tournament today, or did you forget about that too while you were at the tavern?” Arthur was slamming his fist on the table with every other word by now. “I have to go find some other servant to do the rest of chores now.” He said as he started storming out of the room, “Maybe I can find one to replace you while I’m at it.” Merlin looked to Gaius hoping for an answer and only received a slight shake of his head. He thought about using some kind of spell to fix his armor but decided against it. Hiding the book of spells that Gaius had given him, he remembered what he was really doing last night and flipped to a marked page with teleportation spells on it. “Gaius, I was flipping through the pages last night, and I saw this.” Merlin pointed to a single spell in particular. “Well that’s a teleportation spell Merlin, they were used by the high priestesses of the old religion to get out of situations when they were in dire need, it’s an extremely advanced spell.” Gaius rambled, “And that isn’t even concerning the risk you would run of getting caught.” “I think I’m pretty good at hiding my magic!” Merlin retorted to Gaius’ implied message, getting a quiet snort in return, “You have no faith in my ability to keep it secret!” “Don’t you have stables to clean somewhere?” Gaius joked to change the subject. At this Merlin ran out the door as fast as his feet could carry him, stopping only to turn around and grab the armor he missed. Walking for the forge as quickly as he could, stopping for nothing, nothing other than taking a short detour to go around the horse stables. He arrived at the forge just after everyone left the area and started to get ready for the tournament happening later that day, the silence eerily quiet, only things being heard are the low rumble of the forge and distant clanging of metal as the knights practiced off in the distance. Merlin realized that he had written down a single spell in particular this morning before he left. He checked around every corner multiple times so as not to get caught using magic in Camelot, where the biggest rule is no magic. While the forge warmed up, the young warlock set himself to learning the spell, “Bedyrne ús! Astýre ús þanonweard!” Nothing, maybe he just wasn’t saying it right, “Bedyrne ús! Astýre ús þanonweard!” that did it. Merlin didn’t know what happened, one minute he was sitting at the forge, practicing a spell, the next, he’s in an open field, but it definitely was later in the day, maybe he knocked himself out? Groggily he tried to get up but when he stood up, he just feel face first and hit his stomach on the bright green grass. “How did I get here?!” Merlin screamed as the realization kicked him in the face, he wasn’t in Camelot anymore, no definitely not Camelot. He was in some big green yard, to his right he could see brightly colored houses, he tried to get to his feet, but he just couldn’t stand up on his legs. Looking down he realized he didn’t have hands, he had hooves, Hooves, of all things he could have had, it was hooves, “Okay, so I’m a horse now, great.” Merlin sighed; although, weirder things had happened to him, like bringing Gaius back to life. Once he finally got up to his feet, or hooves rather, he started to head to the bright purple house he saw. “Anyone home?” Merlin screamed peeking through window, “Anyone? I need some help, I’m slightly confused!” Not able to find anyone Merlin head for the front of the house, and walked down the road of houses that were just as brightly colored as the first to what looked like a town. He walked down the streets and started seeing horses walking, or were they ponies? At one point Merlin started to see unicorns and tried to steer clear from them, memories of the incident with Arthur and the unicorn coming to light. “Hey, buddy!” Said a particularly fancily dressed unicorn “Is there something wrong, are you alright?” Merlin eyed this pony with particular scrutiny, “What’s your name?” Asked the fancy pony. “You talk?!” Merlin was wide eyed as this sunk in, “Sorry, that was rude, my name is Merlin.” “Um, yes, I am rather fond of talking to other ponies, my name is Fancy Pants.” The overdressed horse said in reply, “You don’t look too good, are you alright?” Fancy Pants watched as Merlin fell over on his side, feinting. “Somepony? Can somepony help me with the stallion here?” Random Info 925 words Still a WIP! More Chapters will come (I have 3 planned) Merlin Spoilers are from season 4&5 of BBC's Merlin It's not edited yet! It's late at night and nobody is on Feel free to edit it! It's highly appreciated and welcomed! Thank you for reading it, and I hope you enjoy and come back to read the rest! EDIT: Sorry about the wall of text, word mucked it up :/
Edited by Sky Jazz, 02 February 2014 - 07:07 AM.



