The Secret War

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Main Points:
Merlin, somewhat universe optional but with the BBC Merlin in mind, with The Secret World crossover.  I think I did a good job summarizing, but you'll probably get more out of this one with TSW knowledge.
Summary: Merlin tries to decide where he falls in the factions.
Word Count: 415
Rating: Gen

            Merlin observes the factions in secret.  The strengthening of his magic means that he can pass undetected as a cat and turn back into a human when back outside with no pause.  He’d been a bit worried that a cat with obvious magic would attract attention, but the sentries didn’t even bat an eye.

            The people of London were the most talkative, and he asks a few questions at the local pub, The Horned God.  No one seems surprised.  Apparently, the local group, the Templar, is an open secret, at least in this part of London.  They don’t seem that surprised at him asking about the other factions, either.

            Merlin’s had years and years of practice discovering the power politics beneath the surface.  It was a matter of life or death, specifically Arthur’s life or death, because those with an alliance with Morgana or any of the other magic-users who wanted the Pendragons dead were likely to try to kill Arthur.  It doesn’t take long to discover there are three who make up the Council of Venice, the ones standing against the coming darkness.

            He feels the most comfortable with the Templars.  Not that it’s a surprise, really.  They’re from the British Isles, and he’d been there for quite a long time, knew how to deal with those people.  Most don’t wear actual mail, anymore, but they remind him of the Knights…yes, down to even the stubbornness and the unbending, righteous attitude.  There’s also the colors.  It’s not red and gold, but it still reminds him of Camelot.  He doesn’t necessarily agree with them, but he’s had to do a lot of things over the years mostly just because he had to, so it’s not as if it’s completely foreign.

            The Illuminati are concerned largely about profits.  The world being destroyed certainly wouldn’t be good for their self-interests, but he doesn’t think he can ally himself with such a group.

            The Dragon, well.  You’d think a Dragonlord would find himself immediately in their camp, but he’s considerably more wary.  He’d definitely considered them, until he’d actually met one wandering around London, and it terrified him.

            The woman didn’t say anything directly, but his magic warned him that it was as if he’d been seen right through, as if she actually knew who he was.  The more he learns of their chaos, their plans upon plans, their patterns, the more he understands that if anyone would realize exactly who he was, it would be the Dragon.