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Summary Uther Pendragon knew there were some threats he could not hope to defeat without magic and so when he heard of the most powerful sorcerer, he naturally searched for him. Now, years and years later, Arthur finds a man in the deepest part of the dungeons whilst wandering around.

They had been in the woods for almost two weeks before Morgana's forces found them. In hindsight, perhaps they should have moved camp more, but there was no point worrying about that now.

Arthur! He looked towards the sorcerer running by his side. Arthur, keep running. I'll keep back. And before he could protest, Emrys had stopped and held his hands out in front of him. He turned his head to look at Arthur. Keep running! I'll not die just for you to be captured and killed.

Arthur shook his head and pushed himself to go faster. It would be alright, he reasoned. Emrys was the most powerful sorcerer to ever grace the earth. He should be able to stand up against a few (more than a few) knights. (he would never mention to anyone that he was worried)

He stopped running when he could no longer hear the loud crashing through trees. There was only one other knight who stopped with him.

"Bedivere!" He barked. "Where are the others?" His knight wouldn't look at him and inside, Arthur could feel his heart falling. "Bedivere?"

"Sir Leon is with Emrys, and Sirs Kay and Tristan . . . they fell behind."

Arthur nodded, and tried not to let the emotion show on his face. "Leon is with Emrys, then? Alright. Good. We'll wait here then, for ten minutes." Bedivere didn't need to ask what they would do if after ten minutes had passed and Leon and Emrys still hadn't shown up.

"Sire!" They could hear after only a few minutes had gone by. "Sire, please, it's Emrys!" Bedivere jumped to his feet immediately, drawing his sword. (and it didn't matter if he was no match for the sorcerer) (a knight never fled from a fight) He pretended to not notice that his prince had also jumped up, with his sword still sheathed by his side.

Before either Bedivere or Arthur could take a step forward, however, Leon burst through the trees, with a bundle in his arms. He glanced at Bedivere, but his gaze slid quickly to Arthur. "Sire!" He gasped out. "I don't - I don't know what happened. He just . . . fell." He knelt, laying the sorcerer gently down at his feet. "I checked for injuries, but I couldn't find any that would explain his sudden unconsciousness."

Arthur knelt down by Leon, and Bedivere couldn't understand how they could be so worried for a sorcerer.

"Emrys." Arthur grasped his shoulders and shook them. "Emrys. Wake up. I'm your prince, and I order you to wake up." There was a small groan that Bedivere could tell didn't come from either Arthur or Leon. And then the sorcerer sat up. Or tried to, that is. Arthur pushed him back down. "Don't sit up. Wait a bit until you know you won't pass out again."

Emrys gave a small smile, and spoke in their minds. I'm fine, really. I just haven't used that much magic in a long time. I'm a bit out of practice. Bedivere snorted at that. (so they were with a sorcerer who could use enough magic to kill them, but not enough to fight off their foes) (that was extremely comforting) If anyone heard him, they didn't take notice. Arthur was fussing over Emrys, and Leon was hovering anxiously at his side.

"Sir Leon," Bedivere said later, when Arthur was busy conversing (if it could be called that) with Emrys. "You didn't trust him earlier. What changed?" He didn't say what he meant. (Leon had been alone with Emrys for a few minutes) (just enough time to be possessed)

Leon looked up at the stars for a bit, as if they had the answer. "When he was fighting Morgana's men, he was terrifying. With a glance, ten men flew back twenty paces. With a wave, trees fell and the men were instantly crushed.

"Have you seen him with Arthur? Sometimes the prince asks him to perform magic, and he makes lights float, flowers grow, and butterflies appear. It's like he's giving his most treasured possession to the person he most trusts. He might be the most powerful sorcerer, and I certainly believe it. But he can't fake the smile when watching Arthur staring awestruck at his magic."

There was nothing Bedivere could say to that. So instead, he nodded, and slipped into his bedding.

Perhaps Leon was right. Maybe Emrys just enjoyed sharing the company of two of Camelot's knights and her prince. But nonetheless, he would keep his eye on him. There was something that didn't add up.

He couldn't determine what it was before sleep claimed him, and by the time he woke up, he had completely forgotten why he had misgivings about Emrys.