Hellooooo friends!

Funny story, this fic is based on a dream I had about Merlin! (It was an awesome dream, yall should be jealous). Another funny story, I got so wrapped up in the intro (that wasn't in my dream) that I am going to make it at least a two-shot, maybe more! And it is already completely written out (still gonna make you wait ;p), so I can confirm that I will post the next chapter. Depending on feedback, I might keep going with it, I don't know.

Little warning cuz this gets a bit confusing (at least to write) Magic is alive. Its pronoun is 'it' because it doesn't have a gender. I tried to avoid confusion, but I also didn't want to overuse the word/name 'magic' so let it be known that I did my best :p

IMPORTANT! This is set after the last episode HOWEVER I made changes (cuz I can XP)

Arthur did not die. Mordred is not evil. Merlin was never revealed. BUT Arthur grew a brain and has noticed that magic has saved his life a bunch and is trying to figure out who it is.

Enjoy!

In the beginning, there was only one being: Creation. True to its name, Creation created everything that exists, both past and present. At first, Creation only created worlds. It was lonely, so Creation created others.

Creation started with its own opposite: Destruction. As can be predicted, Creation and Destruction did not get along. After a few millennia, they came to a compromise: Destruction wouldn't touch Creation's favorite places as long as Destruction was allowed to have its own fun from time to time.

It wasn't until Creation went into small details on a planet called Earth that more beings were created.

See, when Creation made living things, other things had to help Creation manage it.

Fate and Destiny were born. They were also opposites. Fate dealt with the finality of things while Destiny loved fantasies yet to come. Fate and Destiny didn't always see eye to eye, so they often pretended that the other did not exist.

Luck and Doom were also created. Doom was also referred to as 'bad luck'. The two got along well. They absolutely loved to mess with the life on Earth.

After many years, Creation grew bored again. It wanted something new. So, Creation created Magic. Magic had no opposite.

Magic was everywhere. It was like a subtle mist that soaked into every aspect of life. A lot of people didn't understand what exactly Magic was. Not even the druids or the priests and priestesses of the old religion quite understood, although they were closer than most.

To put it simply, Magic was alive. Magic was aware of whenever someone called upon it. Magic covered the entire land, in every plant, animal, and rock Magic could be found. There were some places where Magic was more present and aware, such as the Isle of the Blest.

Believe it or not, Camelot was once one of those places. Camelot had been a great place for magic for centuries. There were a lot of people who enjoyed the use of magic, and it was rarely used for malice. Even the high priestess of the old religion was the Court Sorceress under King Uther Pendragon!

When the high priestess used magic to help the king's wife give birth, things changed. The king apparently was extremely upset about his wife dying, even though Magic was pretty sure that Nimueh had warned him.

Uther was driven into a violent fury. He had Nimueh arrested, drugging her to prevent her from using magic. He turned on other known magic users, arresting them. It was not even a day before the executions started.

Magic was outraged. It retaliated in the only way that it could.

It gifted Uther's illegitimate daughter with magic.

See, Magic didn't have very much power without an outlet. While magic was everywhere, it could not do much alone. One of the only things Magic had the power to do was gift people with magic. Other than that, without an external source to focus Magic's power, Magic could do nothing.

It was so frustrating.

Uther wasn't satisfied with executions apparently. He started to look at dark magic. He went through ancient texts that had been hidden away for hundreds of years (and for a good reason).

Magic didn't really like this. When someone used dark magic, they killed and disfigured the magic that they used. It had no will, it had no consciousness. Magic had no control over dark magic or the people that used it.

Magic started to send out warnings to some of the more powerful sorcerers and seers. Dream after dream, vision after vision. The problem was, Magic couldn't see the future. That was Fate and Destiny's job.

It didn't take long for Uther to find what he was looking for. Magic gathered most of its essence and listened to the conversation.

"Nimueh," Uther spat as the poor high priestess was shoved before him. She was in chains carved with runes. He had most likely found them when he was looking through the old books. They burned Magic whenever it tried to interact with them.

"Uther," Nimueh snapped with even more malice. Magic applauded her.

"You'll address me with the respect I deserve," Uther demanded haughtily.

"I am," Nimueh smirked.

Uther promptly got off his throne and slapped Nimueh across the face. It left a shallow cut from one of his rings, "Might I remind you that your current predicament is rather bad? I am not very far from having you burned!"

"I warned you of the consequences!" Nimueh snapped, "You didn't care!"

"This was no mistake! Magic is evil! It must be if it were so cruel to take such a gentle soul from the world instead of, say, a terrible one!"

Nimueh struggled against her chains, seething in rage, "I have told you hundreds of times! Magic doesn't care who dies!"

Magic felt a bit resigned. This was one of the many misunderstandings about it. Magic had no power on who got to die, that was Fate. Fate was in charge of all life and death. Magic was the go-between.

"I shall not have this conversation with a sorceress anymore," Uther drawled, "I only have one more use for you anyway."

"Oh? And what makes you think I'll do anything for you?" Nimueh growled.

"If you perform this spell, I shall spare you and other magic users from death. I shall simply banish you out of the land," Uther said, obviously thinking that he was being extremely generous.

"And if I refuse?" Nimueh asked.

Uther smirked a bit, "I'll keep you alive, chained up for the rest of your days. I'll force you to watch every last one of your filthy kind burn."

Nimueh paled, trying to hide her horror. She stayed silent a moment before saying, "And what is this spell you want me to do?"

"I want you to banish magic from Camelot."

Magic recoiled. Banish Magic? Magic couldn't be banished, it was everywhere! It resided in every single thing, living or not! There was no way a mortal could do something so damaging!

And yet… Magic knew better. Dark magic was extremely powerful, especially in the hands of a high priestess. Magic's only hope was Nimueh.

"You have no idea of the consequences of that!" Nimueh was saying, "Magic is in everything! It could completely destroy the land!"

"Magic has no place in Camelot!" Uther snapped back, "I will not allow such an evil thing to reside here."

"Magic isn't evil!" Nimueh practically screamed, "You can't even consider-"

"I'll hear no more of your protests! I'll give you two days. If you haven't decided by then, I shall set up a pyre," Uther's voice suddenly got extremely intense, "And mark my words, I'll round up every single sorcerer in Camelot, and I shall take particular pleasure in the ones that you seem to like. You share much of the blame after all. Like your sister, for example, she works in the market doesn't she?"

"Fey sells medical remedies! She barely practices magic at all!" Nimueh protested.

"Two days, Nimueh, or else little Fey will find herself on the pyre," Uther said, a slight grin on his face, "Get her out of my sights," Uther told the guards, "Oh, and go get Fey and put her in the cells. We don't want her escaping, now do we."

Nimueh was dragged screaming to a cell.

Magic withdrew from the scene. It was now vitally important to warn the seers about this.

MERLINMERLINMERLINMERLINMERLINMERLINMERLINMERLIN

2 days later

Magic couldn't figure out why none of the seers had taken action. It was only hours from Nimueh's decision and nothing had happened. So Magic went to one of the more powerful seers and entered her mind.

It wasn't hard to find the answer, in fact, she was thinking about the dream Magic had sent. But it wasn't the dream magic had sent at all! It was a prophecy! Something about someone named Emrys, Magic was too furious to pay attention to the details.

Magic absolutely knew that Destiny was behind this. Destiny had a lot more sway with seers when it came to communication. Destiny absolutely loved prophecies and absolutely hated direct information. No, it all had to be cryptic and mysterious. And now there was nothing Magic could do to stop this all from happening.

Uther wasted no time, bringing Nimueh to the throne room, magic supplies already there. Nimueh valiantly tried to hold out, but when she saw Fey getting dragged to the pyre she broke, sobbing and promising to do the spell.

An hour later, Nimueh was released from her cuffs. (She couldn't act out on the threat of Fey's life). She took a few minutes to study the spell, then began.

Magic was panicking, listening to the horrid words Nimueh whispered. But Magic wasn't given much time to react before the spell took effect.

To the outside eye, it was quite beautiful. It was as if the sun was pulled into the room with light shooting in from every direction.

To Magic, it was agony. Every part of Magic that was in Camelot was being forced into the small room. Magic could feel itself condense, damaging the power in ways that had never been done before.

Some of the people there shielded their eyes from the brightness. Magic hoped they went blind.

Nimueh raised her hands, shouted one last command, and Magic shot off like a comet.

Magic was out of control. It was going thousands of miles per second, and it knew that there was no way that it could stop without crashing.

With so much magic condensed into such a small space, it could destroy the planet.

Suddenly, Magic got an idea. What if it crashed into a person? Destiny possessed people all the time when she wanted her seers to be extra dramatic when receiving prophecies.

If magic could enter into a person, then no one would die, and Magic would be able to control the situation better.

Magic steered down the best it could, trying to find a suitable host while having no control of its movements. It sensed someone ahead, in a tiny village just outside of Camelot. Magic would be upon it in about 2 seconds.

Fate must have been helping because somehow Magic was able to steer to the host and slam into it. The host didn't seem to notice, but Magic quite disoriented from the impact.

Once Magic got its bearings, it examined its host. A feeling of dread settled over it.

This was a baby. Only a few days old.

Magic repressed a sigh. This wouldn't do. No, with a host this young there would be no control over the situation for years.

Magic focused and attempted to force itself out. Nothing happened. It tried again, but still nothing.

Someone screamed, making Magic flinch at the sound (Magic never cared about loud noises… what the heck was going on?)

It was the host's mother, and she was screaming because her 3 day old son was using magic to make some toys float.

I hope you guys liked this! Like I said before, I got suuuuper distracted by my intro. Things will shift to Merlin's POV in the next chapter. He's going to have one heck of an adventure. I haven't decided whether or not it will lead to a magic reveal, let me know what you guys want in the comments!

Again, I hope you guys enjoyed! Writing from Magic's POV was interesting. If you see any mistakes, let me know!

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See ya'll in Avalon