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Chapter 2

On the next day Connor announced the decision of the council in front of the whole court, but of course he did not tell them everything that had transpired last night.

"The elders agreed that a protector is needed and they already chose someone..."

"Fantastic. So let's start with the..." Uther began.

"however" the tall druid continued "a favour will be asked of Camelot in return. Furthermore the decisions of this protector are his and his alone and no-one is to interfere."

Uther leaped out of his chair and shouted furiously "This is outrageous, completely unacceptable. I will not have a druid doing whatever he wants in my kingdom."

"You named your condition yesterday; this is part of the condition. You want protection from magic? You want to achieve peace? Then you will have to accept this. I give you my word that the warrior who is coming here will not use this to his advantage. He comes to protect us all and he is under strict orders not to do anything to harm Camelot or its people." Connor replied calmly.

"Fine but if there are any doubts about his...intentions, I will make sure he is punished accordingly." the king stated. "Now when is he going to arrive?"

"Today."

"Alright, and when exactly is that going to be? I cannot say I am a fan of people appearing in my throne room whenever they want."

Connor grinned slightly, and said "You need not worry my lord, he is always using the old fashioned way."

"Old fashioned way..?" repeated Arthur with a questioning frown.

"Yes, Sire...he walks."

At this announcement the entire court looked puzzled.

"Ahm isn't this guy supposed to...you know...actually have magic, so why on earth would he walk all the way?" Arthur exclaimed while thinking to himself that maybe this protector wasn't such a good idea after all.

"You see...he says he enjoys the landscape."


In the meantime not too far away a tall, young man walked in the direction of Camelot.

He had already spent several hours on the road, but he still wasn't tired at all; especially now that he could 'nearly' see the castle. Only another one or two hours and he would finally enter the famous city of Camelot. Oh he couldn't wait to see it...


One or two hours later

It was splendid; all the little houses close to the castle; all kinds of people running around everywhere and of course a really big market. He would like it here, he was sure of that at least.

So transfixed on the various stalls of the market he forgot to look where he was going and promptly ran into someone.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking, are you all right?" he asked the woman who he had just knocked over.

"Yes, I am fine." she replied "Are you new in town, I have never seen someone like you before, not that I think you're strange I just meant..." looking uncomfortable she stopped herself.

Looking down at his clothes and then grinning brightly the young man said "I'm Merlin and yes I am new in town, I just arrived. Are my clothes that unusual or is it just the neckerchief?"

"No no they're fine and it's very nice." She assured him immediately "My name is Guinevere, but everyone calls me Gwen."

"Nice to meet you, Gwen. Maybe you could help me? I am supposed to meet up with the druidic ambassador, but I don't actually know where he is. So..." questioned Merlin.

Gwen was a little bemused by this statement, what would someone like Merlin want from the ambassador? But nevertheless she provided him with directions and after wishing him good luck, they went their separate ways.


Castle Courtyard

As everyday Prince Arthur and his 'friends' were training, or rather bullying some servant boy. This consisted of the servant running around with the target, while Arthur kept throwing knifes at it and laughed with his companions.

"Come on, can't you run a little faster" taunted the prince.

While speeding up, the servant stumbled and fell to the ground still carrying the target.

Of course this only triggered another fit of laughter from the present sons of noble men as well as some insults and mocking comments. "Well get up or do you want to polish my boots, while you're down there?" "Maybe he doesn't know how without his mummy helping him"

Blushing crimson the servant got up and after a pointed glare from the prince he bent down to pick up the target as well. But before he could get it a foot suddenly seemed to appear out of nowhere and stood on the object.

"Come on, that's enough. You've had your fun my friend." said the recently arrived man.

"Do I know you?" asked Arthur and approached the newcomer.

"I'm Merlin."

"So I don't know you."

"No."

"Yet you call me your friend and interrupt my training. I find that very rude."

"Yes, and throwing knifes at servants is so polite. My mistake I could never have a friend who's such an arse." Merlin stated bluntly.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" questioned a rather angry prince.

"Nah, and I don't really want to know. So if you'll excuse me I've got better things to do." With that said Merlin turned around grinning madly and started to walk away. Not really liking the outcome of this conversation Arthur tried to grab Merlins arm and turn him around, when Merlin spun his head back with his eyes a bright shade of gold, and said warningly "I wouldn't if I were you."

Arthur took a step back and eyed him warily. Now really leaving the square Merlin stated over his shoulder "By the way only my friends call me Merlin, so for you it's Emrys."


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