"LOVE NEVER LASTS, BUT IT'S WORTH THE WAIT."
A/N NO SLASH! [SHUDDER] Cause that is just eww. This will, however, be a Freylin story! ;D So I hope everyone likes it!
Btw, MERTHUR DOES NOT EXIST! NOT IN THIS REALITY OR UNIVERSE OR EVER! NEVER WILL IT BE SO EVERYBODY STOP WRITING ABOUT IT! YUK!
-Btw, ok I find Merthur a little funny and have nothing against same sex relationships but there are sometimes when I read certain stories with Slash (Gross) that it is just too much!
Chapter 1
Merlin was very tired, he'd been working especially hard today, courtesy of Arthur.
"Today Merlin," Arthur said in a very annoyingly prattish voice, "I'll be needing you to polish my armour, muck out the stables, wash my socks, tidy my room; (Just look at the state of this place!), clean my chain-mail, polish my boots..."
The list went on and on... and he still had training at noon after all that!
Not to mention the arrival of some very pig-headed, arrogant Nobles!
All this resulted in a very grumpy and very, very tired manservant/warlock/dragonlord/Emrys/ whatever it is he was these days...
Arthur had mentioned not too long ago that they would be visited by a Noble family. King Thellian, his son, his recently adopted daughter and a few of their knights. Arthur was trying to make an alliance between their two kingdoms. After he'd begun to let magic into the kingdom, slowly albeit, but surely, more kingdoms had begun to seek alleigance. He would become the King of Legend and uniter of Albion yet.
Thinking of such things brought back a very recent and emotional memory for Merlin, one that he wasn't sure he liked to dwell on..
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Killgarrah was saying something to him, he knew that much but his words barely registered in Merlin's mind. The only thing he realised then was that Arthur, His King, was dying!
He'd-He'd been protecting Arthur for so long... it just couldn't end like this! He'd sacrificed so much of his life... so many of the people he loved...
no...
Tears began to swell up in his eyes.
N-No.
He swallowed thickly.
No.
He clenched his jaw.
NO!
He would NOT let this happen. Not after all they'd been through! Not after all the pain they had shared and battles they'd fought!
"NOOO!", his power made his furious denial of the inevitable echo throughout all of future Albion.
He screamed to the sky some more, enraged by even the possiblity of letting this happen!
He could not-WOULD NOT let Arthur die!
Lightning flashed and thunder screamed. He was consumed in so much raw power! And it felt good. Without even realising it, he aimed his hand at Arthur's lifeless body, energy pouring through his fingertips and into the atmosphere around.
"LISTEN TO ME!" he shouted to the sky.
"MANY LIVES HAVE BEEN TAKEN ALREADY! SURELY THAT IS MORE THAN ENOUGH TO RESSURECT A KING?! I DEMAND PAYMENT! GIVE ARTHUR HIS LIFE BACK!"
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Killgarrah had thought something like this would happen if he gave the warlock, Merlin, nearly no hope at all. Especially when he said Merlin would probably be waiting a long time. The poor boy had waited so long for future Albion to become the present, Killgarrah could almost feel his impatience. Then this! It would have been way too much for the warlock, his rage would release Emrys' power to it's full potential. Allowing him to be able to call on the power of life and death. Killgarrah smirked at his clever reasoning and flew away. Arthur Pendragon will live to create Albion yet!
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Life returned to the King's body, he took deep breaths, trying to get the oxygen back into his body and the colour in his face. His memory was cloudy with only the slightest knowledge of where they were. He was starting to panic but before Arthur had the chance his servant decended upon him.
"Arthur!"
Then it all came slowly back to him...
Merlin...magic..Morgana...dead?...his Knights...they needed him!
No..wait..the wars over...
There was only one place, he knew, that they both wanted be.
"Let's go home.
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Merlin was looking very relieved to see him, he wasn't sure why though, it was all still a little fuzzy...
But certain things were getting clearer. Much clearer.
"Hey, umm.. Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure Arthur, go ahead!"
Merlin was suspiciously cheerful, as in more cheerful than usual.
He decided to get straight to the point.
"Merlin, do you have magic?"
"..."
"Merlin?"
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It had been three months since then and Merlin had asked Arthur not to tell anyone about his magic. He wanted to be the one to do it, plus the laws against magic still stood. Arthur kept to his word, he didn't tell anyone but somehow Gwen had found out. He had his suspicions about the way that Gaius reacted when he told him this. I mean, to not scold him for being careless or make him cleanout the leech tank, for Gaius was like kicking a puppy. It just couldn't be done. So Merlin drew the conclusion that, while he was gone, Gaius must have told Guiniuvere to give her some hope of Arthur returning safely. He didn't mind her knowing but he had expected to at least be told off a little by Gwen for not telling her and was suprised how she just accepted that magic was just a part of him and moved on after a couple of weeks of awkwardness.
'All these years worrying about their reactions... only to have them shake it off as if it was something completely normal, like doing the laundry!'
When Arthur had finally accepted that the answers he wanted from his manservant wouldn't be answered, or at least not yet they wouldn't. He'd decided that even though they were making progress in bringing magic back into Camelot, they needed to speed things up a bit. Thus the alliances with magic allowing kingdoms.
Merlin now sat polishing King Prat's boots and wondering how he was going to get all his chores done and still have time to get to the court room before the visiting Noble's arrived. Then of course training with the dollop head!
Hmm...
. . .
'Magic.' The thought easily passed through his mind.
Merlin whispered a few, to anyone passing by, incomprehensable words.
At first nothing happened and Merlin was afraid he'd have to get back to polishing the clotpole's stinkin' footwear! He began to turn, reluctantly, to Arthur's boots...
Suddenly, the whole room burst into action!
Dirty clothes rushing to the basket by the door to be taken out, bed re-making itself and boots intantly polished. Merlin smirked before he realised the door was open and the basket of clothes had disappeared down the hall.
"Uh oh."
He was in trouble now..
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Well.. I am not even sure if I'll continue this story, I think I'll need some inspiration!
Anyways,,, I know for sure I will be writing a Chapter two so let me know if you liked it!
;D
WE ALL NEED TO KEEP FAITH.
-"The Truth, Just And Fair."
Peace out ma pepes!
P.S - MERTHUR STILL DOESN'T EXIST!