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Welcome to Merlin's Story, a tale of the life of Merlin. (Merlin is a Fictionous Character, based off of the British King Aurelianus Ambrosius, Created by Medeival Author Geoffrey of Monmouth) If you would like to read this blog, I suggest you start with the oldest posts. They go in order, like a book. If you would like to read more of my work, go to Ssenrah Naboo from the link list. Ssenrah Naboo has many of my opinions, theories, and observations regarding the world we live in.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Chapter 21: Days of Old

"My son has finally come back to me!"

Those were the words that hung over Merlin as Aurelianus held him tight, weeping tears of joy. All his life he had been without a father, and here he was, the one person whom he would've wanted most as a father telling him it was true. Even Blaise hadn't been as fatherly as Aurelianus in the short time Merlin had known Aurelianus.

Questions buzzed in Merlin's head. Why was Aurelianus here? Who were these other people? How could Aurelianus be his father? What had happened to the world outside? Where was he?

"Your son?" asked a tall man with a deep voice. He had elliptical-shaped glasses and wore a red shirt that folded out at the neck which was tucked into blue leggings that had many pockets and cuffs around the legs. His dark brown hair stood up and leaned forward slightly, all of the individual hairs being the same height. He had thick arms and big hands. His skin was slightly tanned, and he had brown eyes looking out from behind the elliptical glasses.

"Calm down Kirk," said Aurelianus, releasing his death grip on Merlin, and standing to face the man. Merlin had always thought Aurelianus was tall, yet, he barely came to the man's chest.

"Why should we?" asked a pale woman who had gray hair and gray eyes, and was a little shorter than Aurelianus, "You come back to us after millennia of hiding, and then announce that boy is your son. What is not to be angry about?" As the woman said this, she stayed calm, sitting in her seat, her long gray hair swirling about her.

"Merlin," said Aurelianus, "I think you should go upstairs. There will be a bedroom. It is yours while you stay here. Get some sleep."

Merlin obeyed without hesitation, sensing he was the cause of the tension in the air.

Upstairs, Merlin found a bed large enough to fit four people side by side and still have room for them to move around. Merlin crawled into the bed and collapsed from exhaustion, falling asleep before his head hit the pillow, despite the yelling below him.

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A few minutes after he had fallen asleep, Merlin woke up. He drearily climbed out of bed and looked down to find himself standing on . . . nothing. Merlin stumbled backwards into his bed from shock, wondering how such a thing could be. Taking in a fuller view around him, he saw pinpricks of light, much like those he saw at night, except many, many more. All around him were those pinpricks of light, but he had no eyes for their captivating spell; instead, all he saw were the people beneath him.

Below Merlin were six people. Two were female and four were male, two standing off to the side. Curiously, each person's hair and clothing were the same color. The first woman was wearing a green dress. She was fairly tall and had a determined look on her face. As Merlin watched, she walked away from the rest, turning into ground as she did so. Soon, the woman was completely gone, leaving only a giant stretch of land floating in the middle of nothing.

The two men who had been standing off to the side stepped forth, one wearing white, the other, blue. The one in blue walked upon the newly formed land, and where he walked, water formed. Soon, the man himself turned to water, making a giant splash where he landed, causing oceans to rise. The man in white stood back while another came forth.

This person's color was red. He had many scars upon his face, and walked boldly to where the last two people had. Unlike the previous two, he didn't walk straight. He walked under the land, and became a giant cave.


Next the second woman came forth, dressed in silver, and walked above the land, melting into a dark substance. Quickly after her transformation, a man in black walked to the cave and became a substance much like the woman had become, but darker.

The only remaining person was the man in white. He stroked his beard before walking toward the land. Then, slowly, he walked over the land, and melted into clouds. Suddenly, the land began to sprout mountains, reaching for the sky. They grew ever taller, until one touched, when the sky and land recoiled from each other, as if bitten by a snake. Where they had touched were fourteen people, eight male, six female. One seemed to be younger and angrier then the others.

Merlin heard a noise, and the land became a ball, the cave wrapped in the inside. A few minutes following, the first six people Merlin had seen reverted to their original forms, and joined the twelve people standing on the land, except for one, the one who had created the cave. He instead raised his arms, lifting the ground and creating a deep pit. Not too far away from the pit the dirt landed, and solidified into a mountain.

Slowly, all but three of the people who had been created when the sky touched the earth walked toward something, touched it, and a crown made of that substance appeared on their head. One walked to the water. Another to the fire. For everyone, it was different. Two of the three who hadn't moved moved walked off. The one remaining was the younger boy, the one who seemed to be angry. Unless Merlin was mistaken, he was looking at his father, the one in white, with great hate and disgust.

Merlin was so engrossed in watching what was unfolding around him, he hardly noticed a voice speaking.

"Twas in the beginning that the seeds of fate were planted," said a deep, booming voice that seemed to emit from everywhere around Merlin. There was a flash of light, and Merlin was looking at a different scene, yet he could tell it was the same place he had been looking at, but in the future.

Where the sky had touched the land was now a magnificent palace. Standing on the roof was a man that had not been there before, holding up the sky, which was trying desperately to reunite with the land.

There were many more people roaming the land now, including many with only one eye and three with many arms. They all looked happy, as far as Merlin could tell. Then the man in white picked up the people with one eye and the ones with the many arms and threw them into the pit the man in red had dug. The woman in green seemed to be angered by this and summoned her sons. She told them they were to kill their father with a sickle, which looked to be a curved hook. Only one accepted the task: the young boy who was angry at the man in white.

Merlin watched as the boy crouched behind a tree, waiting to ambush his father. The boy's father, unaware of ambush, was quickly over taken by his son, who took his father's crown. As soon as the crown touched the boy's head, he grew to become a man. He walked up to the palace and sat where his father had sat. No one dared to defy him.


The woman in green was angered that her son, the one who had overthrown his father, did not free the people his father had sent to the deep pit. She was so angry, she yelled that his fate was destined to be the same as his father's.


"A pattern thrice begun," said the booming voice. Once again, there was a flash of light and Merlin was looking at a scene even farther in the future.


In this time, the one person who overthrown his father was now swallowing his own child whole, to avoid the coming of the prophecy. Yet, when Merlin looked closely, he saw the king wasn't swallowing a child, but a rock.


"Twice sealed the prophecy," said the voice again, followed by another flash of light.


Now Merlin was looking at a battle raging near the mountain where the palace was located. The people who had been imprisoned by the man in white were fighting on the side of what seemed to be the children of the king of the other side.


Watching the battle, everything finally clicked for Merlin. He realized he was watching the final battle in the War of the Titans, that the man in white was Uranus, his son was Kronos, and the boy leading the army to what must be Mount Othrys was Zeus.


Merlin watched as Zeus and his siblings defeated Kronos' army. Soon, only Kronos himself was left, armed with the sickle he had killed his own father with.Zeus took the sickle from him, and tore Kronos into hundred of thousands of pieces, and cast him into what must be Tartarus.

As Merlin looked, he thought he could see the man in red and the woman in green looking at one another. Suddenly, the woman in green, who Merlin thought must be Gaea, grabbed the hand of the man in red. From their grasp sprung a new person, on whom could hardly be called a person at all because of his grotesque appearance.

The creature's top half was man, or mostly, for his arms were covered in the heads of dragons, far more than Merlin could count. Below the creature's torso were two legs, made from coils of giant snakes. The heads of the snakes stuck out here and there, snapping at anyone who came close enough to feel their wrath. Merlin know instantly the poison of these snakes was fatal.

The creature was also covered in wings, some big, some small, some scaly, some made of feathers, but all gruesome. Yet, what caught Merlin's attention was the creature's eyes; two balls of fire, with a lump of ash dead in the center.

"Thus, Typhon is born, king of the winds," said the booming voice.

A flash of light ensued, and Merlin was looking at Typhon approaching Zeus, challenging him. Zeus accepted the challenge, and within a second was on his back, Typhon about to bring the final blow. The other Olympians join the fight, trying to save their king. Even when twelve are fighting one, the odds are grim for the Olympians.

Typhon shakes each Olympian off him, one by one, yet, Merlin only counted ten. One was missing.

Out of nowhere, Hades rams into Typhon's eye with Kronos' sickle. Typhon, momentarily blinded, howls in pain. Zeus took adavantage of the opportunity and struck Typhon with a lightning bolt. Typhon stumbled back into Hades, who pushed Typhon down the hole he had opened, a hole leading to the darkest realm of Tartarus. All that remained of Typhon was a few snake heads that were slithering on the floor, slowly losing life, and the sickle, now melted.

The person Merlin took to be Hephaestus walked over to the melted sickle, and with his bare hands, molded it into a familiar shape. With his fingernail, he carved one word into its hilt: Fanomar.

"An uncle yet to return," said the deep, boming voice before spiriting Merlin to an entorely different place.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Chapter 16: The Wild Hunt- Revised

This is a revised version of Chapter 16. It adds a little more dialogue between the Young One and Blaise, and changes the setting slightly. I hope you enjoy it.

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Hurry, hurry, hurry, Merlin's wings seemed to say as he beat them up and down, and yet, Merlin was already flying as fast as he could, which made it all the more frustrating.Merlin knew time was limited. He knew he had maybe a few hours left to reach Blaise, if he was lucky. If he wasn't. . . Merlin decided not to follow that thought through to its conclusion.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, Merlin kept hearing, for every moment in the air was another precious second in which Merlin could save Blaise.

How will you find Blaise? taunted a voice in Merlin's head, How will you save him? What if you don't arrive in time? When Merlin thought these questions over, he realized he didn't know the answer to any of them.

Merlin was woken from his deep thoughts when he heard the clop-clop of a horse's feet from far below him. As he listened closer, he heard the familiar clink of a scabbard hitting the buckle of a belt. Merlin knew at once that the rider could be none other than Blaise.

Looking ahead of him, Merlin saw the forest end, and a small cabin a few yards away from a cliff, and flew faster towards it, hoping Blaise's course would take him to the cabin. Slowly, Merlin shape-shifted to his normal form and walked to the edge of the forest, ignoring the glare the windows of the cabin in the clearing gave him as he walked past. For some reason, Merlin felt as if something monumental had happened here.

Or was going to.

Merlin heard Blaise's horse approaching the clearing. Curiously, the horse stopped abruptly where the snow on the cliff met the forest. Blaise dismounted his horse and walked calmly and slowly to the cabin. Blaise did not knock; he simply kicked the door wide open, splintering it. Curiosity won over Merlin's better judgment, so he followed Blaise.

The cabin was empty. There was nothing in the cabin, nothing at all. This seemed odd as it had clearly been built several years ago, as could be told by the decaying wood. Again, Merlin felt the monumental feeling, stronger this time. On impulse, he looked out the window nearest to him. He thought he could see a boy of his age running into the forest. But Merlin had never been able to quite trust his own eyes, due to poor sight. Blaise had once promised him glasses.

Blaise. Where was he? Merlin got up from the window sill and began to look for Blaise. Moments later, Merlin heard a thundering boom come from the bedrooms of the cabin. Already forming a plan, Merlin ran towards the bedrooms.Merlin heard swords clashing against one another. He knew that one of the swords he heard was Excalibur, Blaise's sword. The other was one he had hoped he would never be near again if Merlin was right.

Flying around the corner, Merlin saw to people fighting. Blaise was one of them. The other had his back turned to Merlin. Suddenly, the man with his back turned took out a wand a screamed an incomprehensible word. As a result, Blaise went flying through the solid wood wall and landed on his back in a bath tub. The man flew at Blaise, wielding his sword high above his head as if it were an ax he would bring down on Blaise's head. Blaise quickly rolled out of the way and on to his feet.

The man's sword was stuck in the wood floor of the cabin. Taking advantage of the man's predicament, Blaise ran at the man, swinging Excalibur from the side in a long arc. The man merely said another word and Blaise's foot froze, causing him to trip. Anyone could clearly see the man was an expert when it came to magic. If the battle continued to progress this way, Blaise would die.

The two continued to fight each other, driving one another closer and closer to the cliff. For the third time, Merlin felt the monumental feeling. It was the strongest feeling of them all, so strong, Merlin fell on the ground and struggled to get back up. As he lay on the ground he heard Blaise and the man yelling at each other

."It's been many long years that I have been waiting for this day!" shouted Blaise at the man.

"I don't want to fight you!" screamed the man, his voice as sharp and cold as ice. It was a voice Merlin would recognize anywhere; it was the Young One.

"Of course you don't! You're afraid I will avenge your father!"

"I didn't kill Ambro!" said the Young One calmly.

"Then why is he not with us?"

"He left! He suddenly disappeared just as he was about to kill me! Why won't you believe me?"

"You most certainly earned your name, Shiroix, or as it means in the Speech, teller of lies."

"I am not lying!" screamed the Young One with fury as he brought his sword so hard against Excalibur, Merlin heard a high pitched squeal, which undoubtedly meant Excalibur had received a deep gouge.

Merlin, still shocked from the feeling, crawled to where he could see the Young One and Blaise fighting. The Young One muttered a few words, and made Blaise lose his footing, who staggered back and fell off the cliff, catching the edge with one hand, hanging for dear life. The Young One walked to the edge, and looked down at Blaise.

“Is this what you did to Ambro?” asked Blaise, “Did you kick him off the walls of the city? After all that he had done for you?”

“No. Like I told you, he was about to kill me and then disappeared.” replied the Young One, looking unforgiving into Blaise’s eyes.

As the Young One lifted his sword, fear came to Blaise’s eyes, as he realized what the Young One meant to do.

“Please Shiroix,” muttered Blaise as it began to snow and a slight breeze rocked him on the edge, “Do for me what Ambro did for you: forgive.”

“I can’t,” said the Young One sadly, averting his gaze from Blaise’s pleading eyes, “It is my destiny.”

Then the Young One kicked Blaise’s hand. Blaise fell without a sound.

Anger welling up in Merlin, he got to his feet and pointed his wand at the Young One, holding it with both hands.

"Zamaj!" Merlin bellowed. Suddenly, out of nowhere, came a stampede of giant dogs, slobber trailing behind them as they raced towards the Young One. Among the dogs were blood-red stags, fire-orange birds, horned lions, and a great many other creatures who all reminded Merlin of one thing: death. Leading the stampede was a creature riding a skeleton horse. The creature's face had much resemblance to that of a goat, except it was as black as ash. It had pointy ears, much like some of the elves Merlin had seen. It also had horns and two sharp fangs coming out of it mouth facing up like an elephant's tusk. When the creature turned its revolting features so it's red eyes were looking straight into Merlin's green eyes, Merlin felt one thought.

I am Perchta, was the thought the creature sent Merlin as it passed him.

Perchta turned her eyes back on the Young one and threw a flaming sword at him. It hit him right between the eyes.Seeing the sword, the stampede behind Perchta started to ravage the Young One's body, leaving nothing, not even a bone. Just as quickly as they had come, the stampede left, except for Perchta."Who are you?" asked Merlin.

I am Perchta, the leader of the Wild Hunt and the bringer of death, replied Perchta.

"Why did you come?"

You summoned us.

"Will I see you again?"

Only when your time has come.

With that final word, Perchta and her steed too left.Merlin ran to the edge and looked down. He saw Blaise lying on a ledge far below, the snow around him stained red.

"Blaise!" yelled Merlin as he flew down to his mentor.

"Merlin?" asked Blaise weakly, "Is that you? What are you doing here?"

"I had a dream and came to save you."

"It is too late for me. . ."

"No, it's not. I could use the healing spell you taught me."

"You don't understand; I have seen Perchta before. She told me the next time I saw her, it would be my death." said Blaise, his voice ever weaker.

"Merlin," continued Blaise, "I am dying, and there is nothing you can do. I will always remember my time with you and your mother because it was the happiest time of my life. Take Excalibur; pass it on to Uther and his son. For yourself, take this." With that, Blaise handed him the ring Merlin had seen in the dream. Merlin took it and put it in the pocket of his robe.

"Take this and go to the Utopian Realm. I trust you with this; do not let me down. Fare well Merlin." Blaise turned his head to face the sky and held his arms straight up. "Spirits . . . have I redeemed myself on this day?" Blaise asked of the sky, just as he had in the dream.

Slowly, Blaise lowered his arms, the light in his eyes slowly dying. Then he was dead.

"No! Blaise, no! Don't leave me! Don't leave me! I'm not ready! Stay here Blaise, stay here!" sobbed Merlin, tears rolling off his cheeks onto Blaise's lifeless body, "Blaise. . ."

For hours, Merlin sat there, shedding tears for his uncle. Watching from deep in the forest, Perchta almost felt regret for what she had wrought. She herself shed a few tears for Blaise. Crying was something that Perchta had never done, and yet, here she was. Although Blaise was dead, Perchta would make sure to do something to ease Merlin's pain. Something. . .

Unable to think of anything at the moment, Perchta took to the skies, heading back to her master, Hades.

Below Perchta Merlin continued to cry, and would for several hours. Even after he stopped, he would still feel the pain of losing Blaise, and would continue to feel the pain for many long years.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

A Slight Mispelling

Pertcha is supposed to be Perchta. All future references to Pertcha will be Perchta.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Minor Changes

While planning the next few chapters, I had some great ideas I couldn't pass up, so I included then in the outline for the next few chapters. However, to make the ideas work, I had to go back and change a few things. Annwn, the Spirit Realm, has been changed to be the Underworld, and the mention of Arawn in the Wild Hunt has been changed to Hades. Future references to either Arwan or Annwn will be Hades and the Underworld.

Name Change

I have recently realized I have borowed an original name from another author, and so I am changing the name of that character. From now on, Nasuada will be refered to as Aithne, pronuced Ath-nuh.