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The day was strangely cold with a bright sun shining in the sky. Merlin had ditched his chores, he couldn't take it, besides he could just lie and say that Giaus needed him for something more pressing.

At that point in time he was walking in the woods, his breath coming out in front of him, his feet beginning to get cold through his poorly insulated shoes. What was he even doing? Why did everything just seem to go wrong for him?

So many people had been killed for his destiny, Arthur and Gwen were married now, what more was left of his destiny? surely the now king was ready to be rid of his awful servant, what was stopping Merlin from leaving?

He let a sigh escape his cold mouth and kept walking his arms going around his skinny body, this did nothing to help with the cold but it was slightly reassuring in the fact that he made himself feel better. Of course he could have used magic to heat himself up but his magic was the reason why he was wondering in the first place.

He bit his lip as he kept on until he came to the familiar clearing that he would end up most nights when he needed to see his old and wisest friend. The great dragon and if on cue a beat of wings could be heard. Merlin may not have called him but he seemed to have a connection with the old creation. If Merlin was hurting the dragon could feel it so no surprise was due when the creature landed in front of him.

"What is ailing you young Warlock?" Kilgarrah's mighty voice seemed to boom through the trees and forest with great power yet his voice only just reached the tired Warlock.

"I don't know what i am doing, everyone has their own life and i am stuck in the past, my destiny is done, i did what i needed to do, Arthur is king and has his queen, he doesn't need me anymore." A whisper of a voice came back with a reply and an audible sigh could be heard from the mighty dragon.

"Merlin your destiny is far from over, yes Arthur may have his queen and be king but there are still threats out there, the enemy is making an alliance and a very strong one at that, Morgana and Mordred move in the shadows waiting for the right moment, if you were to leave Merlin you would jeopardise the very lives that you were born to protect, you cannot give up Merlin not yet" Kilgarrah seemed to let sadness take hold of his voice as the young Warlock looked up and tired not to cry.

His destiny was far from over, why could he just have some piece, why were more people going to have to inevitably die for him? And why wouldn't Morgana just give up? In all his thoughts he had almost forgotten about the young boy he had saved all those years ago the boy named Mordred although he would be more then a boy now and what magic he had, had then would have just strengthened, yes the dragon was right but why couldn't he just leave, find another witch or wizard to take over in his place and take all the glory.

"How long do you think we have till they attack" his whisper coming out a little louder then it had before.

"Morgana has not yet found the boy and has many other things to find, but she will find them and will eventually come, i cannot say how long this will all take, for i do not know, i have images and ideas of the future but nothing is set in stone Merlin, you know that better then anyone else, the future can be changed if you want it to be." With that the dragon departed leaving Merlin to his own thoughts, what should he do? should he go back to his old life of a servant and do all the chores that his "loving" master had set for him or should he wield a new path, one where he could do what he wanted but still watch over the King and Camelot? The future was not easy to shape and so was making decisions.

Merlin had never been good at that, it wasn't even his decision to move to Camelot in the first place. What should he do? sighing he began to leave the clearing and wonder back taking his time to find herbs on the way, if he didn't bring back herbs then his trip would have been a wasted one and it would show that he had been lying about helping Giaus and he wasn't going to let the king put him on stable duty or worse throw him in the stokes.

The king was looking for a reason to throw someone in the stokes recently and he just hoped that it wouldn't be him. He made himself walk faster and in his haste stumbled over a log that he had seen, he pushed himself up and stopped on his knees when he saw something, a plant that he had seen in one of his books, it was a herb, it was the ingredient needed to make himself human, yes many times before had he poured through the old book that Giaus had given him and wondered what he would need to make him human and even when he had tried to find the ingredients he couldn't find them, why now was he only able to find one of them? why was it suddenly making itself known?

With quick movements that he didn't know he possessed he grabbed a large chunk of the plant and hastily put it where people wouldn't be able to see it while collecting up the many herbs that he had dropped and making haste back to Camelot.

Soon he would be back and pouring over that old book again, maybe he would be able to find the next ingredient easily as well or maybe it would evade him, he wasn't to sure of his actions or what he wanted, but something soon was going to come to pass, something would shake him and make him see what he was missing or what he wasn't missing.

The day would soon come when he got what his head wanted instead of his heart.