Detour
"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be."
― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
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Not Built To Last
He stared at the soldiers he'd just blown away as though they were nothing, feeling the stare of his King on his back. He'd known it would come eventually, the day Arthur found out. He'd felt it creeping up slowly like some sinister monster for years now, always hovering in the back of his mind, always whispering that the balance wouldn't last. He'd hoped that maybe he could put it off, that maybe what they had could last even if just a little longer.
But the cold bite of steel on his back said otherwise. The angry hiss to turn around slowly confirmed it. Worst still, the expression on his face told him it was over. Everything he'd worked towards, everything he'd suffered for, in one single moment, in ruins.
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Author's Note: Well, here we go again. this will be my first multi-chapter merlin fic. Admittedly, the chapters are more like drabbles, but who cares! Reveal!fic for the win!
Many thanks to Jinxia on LJ for beta-reading!
Hope you enjoy!
-Jac