“Here to play the hero again, Merlin?”
High above their heads, a square shaped hole was cut into the stone ceiling. No one knows the purpose of it; a means to torment the prisoner with the weather, or a mercy to allow fresh air in. There were no records of this place in the royal archives. Knowledge of this place was passed down from monarch to monarch in hushed whispers and secret tours. Built with magic older than the Lightbearer Empire, this prison held the most dangerous of criminals.
Merlin lifted their head to the hole. Tonight, stars winked down back at the viewer. In the last week, it had alternated between scorching sun and torrential rain. Something about the weather being off balance with the amount of Hypofiends unleashed in Savannah.
Chains dragged across stone. Cyran was getting impatient.
Ever since Merlin pulled them out of the abyss, Cyran had been a changed man. Gone was the refined charisma that wooed so many to accept his words. In its place stood a man twice Merlin’s height, with the taint of dark magic on his clawed hands and purple scars that glowed like the yellow of his eyes.
“Careful, Merlin. One would think you couldn’t bear to see me punished.”
Merlin ignored the jab, running a daily check on the golden chains gleaming beneath iron ones. The iron chains did a chilling job in keeping one prisoner, but it never hurt to take extra care. Especially with a mage like Cyran.
While Merlin knelt down to check on the bottom chains, Cyran lunged.
His clawed hand came short of Merlin’s chest. Both iron and golden chains tightened, jerking him back to a safe distance. The Queen had been certain when she claimed that mortal being ever managed to escape this place. Rumor that Berial himself spent an inordinate amount of time here before figuring out how to leave, at a steep cost.
Merlin lifted their head. Cyran was suspended by the chains, eyes glowing with fierce emotion.
“One day, I’ll tear this place apart, and everyone in the Empire along with it.”
“I suppose that includes me.”
“You? Oh no…when I get my hands on you, Merlin…”
Even at this distance, Cyran looms. Merlin returns his hungry stare. A sneer forms on Cyran’s face, still handsome even after the abyss took him.
“Whatever you intend to do with me, you shall not have it. Never!”
Was that uncertainty in Cyran’s eyes? Merlin cancelled the spell they were about to cast, leaving a faint glow on their hands. Ever since Cyran’s imprisonment last week, Merlin had spent every waking moment poring through obscure texts, flitting back and forth, writing letters filled with instructions to Cranky, and even using the Queen’s help to scry Zorya. No one had answers for what Merlin intended to do.
This level of magic…only you could accomplish it, Merlin.
I would not go against your wishes, Merlin, but perhaps it might be best to let it go.
Cyran was still glaring, his fingers curling and uncurling. Bound in this prison, his link to the abyss was almost nonexistent, constraining much of his power. Despite so, Merlin had yet to find a way to reverse what the abyss did to him.
He’s a traitor, Merlin. I understand the loss of such a capable mage, but…he’s far too dangerous to leave alive.
Cyran had certainly not been eager to spill all his secrets on dark magic. In fact, he revelled in having such knowledge that remained out of even the Queen’s reach. Merlin had tried spell after spell to reverse and cleanse, but it had yielded nothing. It seemed that once the corruption reached a threshold, there could be nothing done about it. But Merlin was not known for giving up.
A soft golden glow wrapped around Merlin’s hands. Cyran looked demonic in the light.
“How does it feel to lose to me?!”
The golden light struck Cyran in the chest. He jerked once, and then the light sank into him. It battled the dark magic in him, rushing his body and setting him alight. Cyran howled, the chains rattling as he writhed and thrashed in place. After the light faded, the dark magic darkened with a vengeance, pulsing.
Matted hair could not obscure Cyran’s almost gleeful gaze.
“That’s right. Even the great Merlin is hopeless when facing the abyss!”
Maybe the Queen and Zorya were right. Maybe the lack of sleep was doing Merlin in. Merlin leaned against the wall, feeling the slow simmering of ancient magic inside the stone. Maybe, what they needed, was sixteen hours of sleep and a nice cold ice cream. Or maybe Contess might have ideas. No, that’s wrong. Contess despised anyone and anything to do with the Syndicate.
Cyran had settled somewhat, no doubt pleased with himself.
“What have I ever done to make you hate me so much?” Merlin addressed the air. “You took my hand. You took my hand.”
Those words seemed to hit Cyran harder than the attempted cleansing spell. “Your hand?? Offered like the nobles tossing coin to beggers?? I could see the pity in your eyes!”
“I don’t need your help!”
Cyran’s roar bounced off the stone and echoed into the night. It was far too late to be wasting time and energy here when there was a nice warm bed waiting for them in the palace. Marge would have seen to it that one of the servants remained awake to wait for Merlin’s return, in case Merlin returned hungry and tired.
Merlin clenched their jaw. They shouldn’t be troubling others over a traitor.
“Are you simply afraid of losing to me? Or are you worried that you might actually want my help?”
Cyran flinched like he had just been slapped. Then smoke began to rise off his arms. It always happened when Cyran was straining all he could to attack with magic.
Enough. Merlin shut it down with a spell akin to dumping water over him.
“I need to sleep. Goodnight, Cyran. The stars are clear tonight. Part of Orion is visible if you are keen to watch the sky.”
Merlin slipped out of the cell, not waiting for an answer. Up and down the stairs they went, until stone faded into marble and lanterns glowed gently to keep the darkness at bay. They’re going to head down to the kitchen to nick some food, and then maybe use a sleep potion to get some much needed sleep.
Inside the prison, Cyran lifts his head. Rigel twinkled brightly as usual.
The sight did not ease the fear in him.
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