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Chapter 4

In Camelot news travelled fast about the visitors from the future, so when Arthur, Merlin and Galahad arrived at the training fields everyone already knew who the young, blonde knight was. The present knights all seemed quite interested in their future companion and quietly observed him, probably trying to gauge his strength and fighting skills.

During the sparring several of them, including Arthur, kept glancing to the side lines where he was standing next to Merlin, obviously barely able to keep their curiosity in check. A short while later Arthur, aware that he would never get any proper training done today if his knights kept staring at the newcomer, jogged over to Galahad and half ordered, half asked-

"Mind to join us?"

"I don't think that would be such a good idea," Galahad replied hesitantly.

"Why?" shouted one of the younger knights who was watching from the background. "Afraid you'll not live up to the standards of a knight of Camelot?"

Narrowing his eyes slightly at the taunt, the visitor from the future silently reasoned with himself and then decided that there really shouldn't be any repercussions for the time continuum if he joined the training. It wasn't as if he was going to show them anything new.

So, while unclasping his cloak he said, "all right, let's see the difference between past and future." He quickly handed the material to Merlin and drew his swords. Yes, swords, plural. What most had missed up till now, was that he was not only carrying one sword, but two, one always carefully hidden on his back underneath his cloak. That he drew them both simultaneously caught them all off guard, especially since there were only few who specialised in fighting with two swords, as it was quite a difficult discipline. Even Arthur, who was well versed in the style, had not completely mastered it... yet.

Seemingly not noticing the incredulous stares Galahad moved forward to stand in front of the young knight who had challenged him, ready to 'spar'.

Meanwhile in Camelot things were about to get interesting. In a forest in the far north a 'hunt' was well under way. Emrys, or Merlin the older, was currently running through the woods with incredible speed, which was fuelled by his magic. In front of him, only a few hundred meters away, three of the escapee sorcerers were trying to evade him, with moderate success.

And the only reason they were still on the run was that Emrys wanted answers. They had come to the past, using a spell that was extremely difficult and took a lot of power, (if you weren't Emrys, of course.) While it could just be a straight forward try to kill Arthur, there could also be something more behind it.

Naturally, it would be a possibility to catch them with his magic, but as Arthur rightly reminded him every time he wanted to- "It's too dangerous... you trip over your own feet, how do you think you'd manage to disarm them without blowing their heads off?"...and that had so been an accident. Maybe his weak lightning bolt had taken the enemies heads off and his attempt at holding them with tree branches may have strangled them unintentionally, but he was working on that. No one was perfect on the first try... or the fifth.

But moving on, Merlin decided to push his luck. There were three of them, and he only needed one, which left at least a 33% success rate. Nice enough odds.

"þu you ásælest híe ." Eyes flashing gold Merlin watched as the trees responded to his call and their branches whipped forward to bind the sorcerers. Only one of them reacted fast enough to escape the first strike, which turned out to be good for him as the other two were nearly ripped in half by the branches. Oops. Toning down his magic a little Merlin managed to steady the attack, before the last sorcerer was caught in the net of branches. Thankfully he survived the initial contact and now hung loosely in his prison above the ground.

However, Merlin's joy at having captured one of them alive soon turned into frustration when said prisoner committed suicide, by using his limited magical power to impale himself on a branch. But even though that annoyed him to no end, he was now also sure that his suspicions were correct. There was something they were trying to hide, because otherwise he wouldn't have killed himself.

Knowing that there was nothing he could do for now, as he had lost trace of the other missing sorcerers, he decided to return to the citadel for the time being. He had some scrying to do, and he also had to check that a certain hot-headed knight hadn't gotten himself into trouble.

He transported himself close to the castle and after checking the time he walked to the training grounds, where he stumbled upon quite an interesting scene.

His younger self was standing on the side laughing his arse off, while cheering for Galahad, who was at the moment beating the crap out of the present knights. Arthur and a few of the older knights were on the sides staring half shocked, half amazed at the way Galahad fought. The blonde hadn't been kidding when he said he was a natural. Even in the future there were only a few knights who could best him, Arthur being one of them.

Arthur, apparently annoyed by the fact that his servant supported the 'wrong' side, walked over to him briskly and tried to shut him up.

"Merlin, would you shut up!"

"Why?" responded the raven haired boy cheekily. "I have to encourage my future ward or foster son... whichever, it would be rude not to." At that point it was hard to miss the glee in his eyes, boy was he having fun.

Having bested all his challengers Galahad made to leave the field, when Arthur, still glaring at his manservant along with many of his knights, walked forward to take his turn. Merlin was already literally jumping with excitement, oh how the prat was going to get his arse handed to him! He couldn't wait.

Unfortunately before the other knight had a chance to answer, his own future self ruined the fun by stepping in.

"Galahad." One little word and the knight was already hurrying over to Emrys, who simply nodded at Arthur and the others, thinking God, was it hard to keep his expression free of emotions.

Merlin only thought, damn- it would have been so nice to see Arthur's ego cut down to size.

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