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Chapter 4:

Destiny.

No man no matter how great can know his destiny. They cannot glimpse the part they will play nor the lives they will lead. Most destinies are formed along with the birth of that man while others have been foretold since the dawn of time. Very few are so important that they will change kingdoms, lives and fates forever.

Merlin entered the Internet café with a renewed sense of determination and hope, striding in confidently. His long, snow-white hair and beard were gone along with all the wrinkles and aches. Once again he had raven-black hair, bright blue eyes and the look of a twenty-six year old, immortality keeping him at that age. He'd never been so relieved to drop that ageing spell before in his life and his staff/walking stick was gone.

A grin was formed comfortably along his lips, unmoving, as he sat down at one of the computers. Ever since he had moved to London he hadn't felt happier and he guessed that fate had just decided everything good was going to happen to him on this day. Aithusa had told him news he'd been waiting lifetimes to hear, he didn't work at the college anymore and when he'd quit Ronald's face had gone a new shade. It was a shame he hadn't caught it on camera.

Merlin had a purpose in life now and that wasn't just waiting around until Arthur was reborn. He had news, information and a name, which was more than he could ever hope for. The pain of watching his friends and mother grow old and die while he stayed young had almost killed him. He'd felt unworthy and would've given up anything to stop from being immortal just so he could spend a normal life with the people he had left. He knew though that destiny would never change just for him and he'd been silly to think otherwise.

With a quick flash of golden eyes, the computer turned on, Merlin not bothering to get out his wallet and pay the amount required. Opening up Google, he paused before typing in the name. Would he be able to find him? What if he couldn't recognize him? Where was Arthur?

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, stretching his fingers out to the keyboard in front of him.

A-r-t-h-u-r-_-C-o-l-l-i-n-s

Instantly, with only a way that Google could, almost a million searches appeared and Merlin sighed in disbelief. This was going to take him years to search through all of them and find the right information. That was also considering that Arthur's reincarnation was even on the Internet.

However, it seemed that once again luck or fate was on his side and the first website he clicked on opened onto an American business page, Collins Weapons manufacturers. Merlin almost laughed as he realized what this meant. Arthur was the son of a powerful man in both the last life and this. Some things never changed.

He continued searching the website, still not satisfied that he was travel all over the globe to look for the man who ruled this company and his son. He was looking for proof but he wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for. Maybe a … picture …

A photo from a charity ball was positioned in the middle of the page yet Merlin's eyes were not drawn to the decorations or people. He was focused on one-person alone standing in the middle of the shot. No matter how much time passed or how many lifetimes he lived, Arthur Pendragon would always look the same.

Merlin felt his breath hitch in his throat and tears sprang to his eyes, a gasp of happiness escaping from his lips. It was him. Arthur. That same dirty blonde hair and those bright blue eyes. He still had that build of a warrior and that regal, wise, prattish look that Merlin had missed so much. He made himself blink a couple of times to make sure that he was actually awake.

Once affirmed that he was, Merlin quickly checked the bottom of the image, reading the location of where it had been taken. Manhattan, New York City, U.S.A. Of course, the prat always had to make things difficult for him. A trip halfway across the world to find him and Arthur wouldn't even remember who he was. It was lucky that Merlin cared so much about his best friend that he was determined to not just leave him undiscovered. If things ever resorted back to normal, Merlin deserved at least a month off after all his immortality and then searching.

The grin on his face had never disappeared even for a second and he chuckled, rolling his eyes. It was good that Merlin had had lifetimes to save up for this; otherwise he might not have had enough money to pay to fly over to America. He knew for certain that Aithusa did not like being rode on like a horse. She was too much like Kilgarrah.

Getting a plane ticket would be no problem but all Merlin needed to worry about now was finding out how to get close to Arthur. Hopefully fate and luck would remain on his side and that eventually, Arthur would regain his memories. Otherwise he was going to be in a whole world of trouble and some people were going to pay.

Merlin could sense that things were going to get dangerous once he found Arthur and his friends once again. They were all going to need to be prepared.

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