Romans & histoires Goblin Camp Merlin Trial

I was thankful for the buzz that came on as it helped distract me from how awkward I felt in Luke’s presence. The late-August full moon was glowing above the lake, making the water sparkle. At least a hundred werewolves from our pack had come to say goodbye to Luke and a few of his fellow warriors who would be leaving on a mission the next day. It was a mix of older high schoolers, such as Lucy and me, and young warriors who trained and patrolled with Luke and his friends. Our pack was a community of about forty-five hundred werewolves located deep in the woods of northern Vermont, where humans didn’t normally venture, a heavily forested area surrounded by mountains.

“Look. It’s done. And whether the forest accepted it or not, something shifted. I felt it. You both probably felt it. The ground moved. The roots bent toward her. That doesn’t happen unless something deep recognizes you.” Azric looked at me, dead serious. “The forest doesn’t just see power. It claims it.” “Great,” I muttered. “Now I’m soul-bound to you two, tethered to a forest, and magically married to a tea witch.” Nyra raised her mug. “Cheers.” Sevrin stood abruptly. “We need to leave. Now.” “What?” I asked, startled. He turned to me, eyes glowing faintly. “The Trials begin in less than twenty-four hours. If you’re not in the Court by then, you forfeit your claim.”

This place made my skin crawl and my hair stand on end. "This is where the Great Betrayal occurred. It’s also the place where the wizard Merlin met his end. Unless you defeat Darius or pass the three trials, you won’t leave here alive or whole," the Phoenix warned. As she spoke, visions began to flash before my eyes visions I recognized from the day Aunty May showed me the past when we first arrived, fleeing Maledicta’s shadow monsters. It all made horrifying sense now. "What are the trials about?" I asked, although deep down, I already sensed this wasn’t going to be easy. The last time I took part in any trial, I lost my soul and my body was switched.

“Isn’t it time for you to stop acting already, Merlin? I know the backlash of the spell you used to impersonate the bond and Lina’s face is not that terrible. Painful, but not deadly.” Hearing that his act was not useful anymore, the warlock, Merlin, finally stopped twitching and playing dead. In a blink of an eye, he appeared next to Talia, earning a mouthful of gasps from the wolves who were watching, especially for six alphas who were like ants on a sizzling pan. “Gutiumha!” Merlin stretched his hand to capture Talia’s small frame along with his binding spell. His eyes gleamed with malicious intention after facing the little girl whom he thought to be dead during the extermination of the

He flew to the leader of the stermons, and said; “I will go to Olivia and I will call your clan if she needs reinforcements.” The stermons is a clan, living on the outskirts near the city of hell. The clan lives around a big tree in the middle of the forest, named The Death Tree. The clan had a huge favor that they need to repay for a millennium. It all started on the day of Prince Merlin’s birth. Merlin spent a decade in his mother’s womb and came out of her mother’s body when the war began. It was a war that made history in Hell.

It feels like it was forever ago. I cast my eyes around the window, taking in the bizarre scene it depicts. It feels so vivid, so real and alive that I almost expect it to have changed overnight. But the figure of the silver-tailed mermaid is still in the centre of the window, surrounded by her five stained-glass captors (or suitors, according to Lyall). I can hear voices through the glass, but I can't make out any actual words. The boys must be in the mossy forest clearing outside the cabin.

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

Helga muttered darkly before tossing the parchment to Gawain who began to read it silently. “A party?” Merlia asked with a curious smile, her face now perked up from Helga's comment. “Nice try Dark Dwellers aren’t invited no matter what” Gawain said dryly causing her mood to deflate. “Then what’s the point of bringing us here? Surely we have rights to go?” Merlia asked looking completely offended by the fact they were not invited. Anberine meanwhile silently was reading a book on spells due to an upcoming test that was taking place tomorrow. Not that they minded as she was listening anyways.

"Luxare ab umbris, transvectio animæ. Per vocem meam, salva eum!" My voice thundered through the forest, and a blue light enveloped me before surrounding the prince. His eyes widened in alarm as his body was lifted from the ground. “Meridian, stop this!” he shouted, his voice filled with both anger and fear. I ignored him, pouring every ounce of strength into the spell. The light intensified, and in an instant, he vanished—safely transported back to Umbra’s castle. I had fulfilled my duty. He was safe. The moment the spell ended, my body collapsed. I felt a bone-deep cold seep through me as my strength ebbed away. Someone caught me before I hit the ground.

Merlin painted ancient symbols into my chest and forehead using Rico’s blood. “Gather around. Who among you has a great connection to this person?” Merlin asked. All the people inside the clinic exchanged doubtful glances. Draku and Porter immediately stepped aside as they both know they just met me a few days ago. Kevin, Judie, and Rico voluntarily offered their bits of help. Subsequently, Merlin instructed Kevin, Judie, and Rico to surround me and hold each other’s arms. He started speaking ancient languages loudly and clearly. “Remember, we are trying to wake up the beast. Do not be scared and don’t let go no matter what. Is everyone ready?”