Rising Darkness

I could not resist the reference.

Main Points:
Merlin, somewhat universe optional but with the BBC Merlin in mind, with The Secret World crossover.  No knowledge of The Secret World needed for this drabble, though there are references you definitely won't get otherwise.
Summary: Merlin senses the Filth.
Word Count: 167
Rating: Gen

            Merlin reaches out his magic, and it responds eagerly, willingly, and as if amplified by his surroundings it’s out of control.  He’s somehow connected to the whole world, here, and the images are out of control.  He hears a buzzing in his ear, like but not that of bees, and sees black tendrils and a black fog and suddenly he’s lost, drowning.

            He pulls himself back, somehow, gasping, and barely avoids falling over the edge as he sways.  True, he’d pulled inside himself, unable to deal with the world after his failure, but even with that and the waning of magic, you’d think he’d have noticed the rising darkness.  It feels ancient, like it’s been here forever, and that’s wrong, somehow.  How had he missed it?

            It doesn’t match any of his memories, but then, there’s a gap as to how he’d gotten here in the first place.

            Something had changed, or…or this place’s magic had pulled him father than he’d realized.  Still, he’s needed here, now.