Oh man. Oh god. Okay, it's here. The last chapter of this very long fanfic. Honestly, I never thought it could be this long. When I first had the idea back in August, I thought it would be maybe about 50K words, certainly not twice that long! This chapter has no warning, it's all happy (at least in my opinion) and hopefully a little funny as well. I'm so sorry for chapters 19 and 20 btw, but in this chapter, both Merlin and Arthur get a fresh start :)

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 21
Our Story Never Dies

The year was 2099. Merlin wasn't waiting for Arthur anymore, in fact, here he was – standing in the Museum of Magical Arts in London, with the rest of his history class.

He was 18.

His hands were itching to open the book he was holding. He loved books and he loved reading, but right now he was looking at the only other book that seemed more interesting to him that the one he was holding. This book though, was behind glass. It was the original, the very first book of magic, written sometime in early 6th century and found in 2017. At least that's what the lady told them and also what their teacher wanted them to remember for their next exam.

Merlin was actually very interested in the spell book. The more he kept looking at it, the less he was paying attention to what the lady from the museum was saying. It was a strange feeling to describe... it was as if the book spoke to him, as if it was trying to call him and steal his attention.

The fact that he saw a very similar book being filled with new spells by his own hands in his dream, didn't really help. Ah, the dreams. Or visions or whatever you call them. They started when he turned 18. At first they came to him in dreams, but it happened once or twice during the day too. He hasn't told anyone yet. Not even Gwen, his best friend.

She would definitely want to know. She always helped him and was the nicest person in their school that Merlin knew. He told her about everything, spilled all of his secrets.

Sometimes she even waited for him when he had to stay in the school longer for extra magic lessons thanks to his talent, and only because she knew he needed someone to talk to.

Merlin narrowed his eyes and had to blink. The book was so old and yet it hadn't fallen apart. It was like a miracle, a very very old miracle. Or simply some kind of a curse that held for centuries.

Then someone nudged him into his elbow. "For someone so interested in magic and books, you don't seem to be listening to her at all." It was Gwen. Merlin turned to her and smiled, embarrassed that she caught him so deep in thoughts.

Then he took a quick glance around their little group of about 20 teenagers and shrugged. "No one is listening to her except for the teacher anyway." He whispered, caressing his book with his thumb absently.

She rolled her eyes. "I am." She told him. "It's very interesting, and from what she and Ms Kennedy told us, early 21st century seems pretty chaotic."

Before Merlin could answer, Lancelot found their way to them and tapped Gwen's shoulder, receiving a pretty smile from her. He entwined their fingers and leaned closer to her, whispering to her ear. "Have you seen Gwaine, love?" He asked her, glancing at Merlin and then behind him.

"See?" Merlin smirked at her. "Gwaine definitely isn't listening."

"Yeah, but Gwaine's Gwaine and you're you." Gwen told him and then turned back to Lance. "I'm sorry, I thought he was with you."

"That's fine." He sighed. "I suppose we'll learn where he is very soon anyway."

Gwen giggled at that and received a stern glance from the teacher. Merlin smirked and kept his mouth shut, finally trying to listen to the lady and stop looking at the spell book that was so distracting.

The lady didn't really help him when she pointed at the book, yet again. "The first camp was given this book by a stranger, who never introduced himself and left as soon as the spell book was out of his hands. To this day, no one knows who he was, but one thing is sure. This book was written by the second most powerful warlock in the world. Emrys. The name he was born with though, was Merlin. He-"

Merlin swallowed. The queen Morgana has been looking for Emrys aka Merlin since she first sat down on the throne in the Pendragon palace. It was said that any boy born with magic and with the name Merlin was to be watched carefully. But everyone wanted to be named after the great Merlin of legends, so soon the law had to be changed and now the only thing the queen could do was to wait and wait.

While everyone else was waiting for her to die. She was very old, but didn't look the age. Everyone knew she used magic for that, some spell that she created when she was about forty. She never told anyone though.

And Merlin guessed his mother couldn't have been in her right mind when she gave him his name. But she couldn't have known he would have magic, could she? Except that the first time he opened his eyes, they flashed gold, and that's how she found out, which was unfortunately already after she decided to give him that name. Merlin's heard that story so many times now that he could tell it to anyone with all the right details.

But a lot of people were born with a flash of gold in their eyes and a lot of boys were called Merlin, and that's how Merlin knew he wasn't the right Merlin. The Emrys. The one.

His eyes wandered to his own book again and he smiled. Then he sighed and looked around the group of his classmates. They were all from Glastonbury city, and this visit of the museum was only a short field trip. And soon they would have to return and he would have to get back to school to attend his magic class, while all of his friends without magic could go home.

Gwen, Lancelot, even Gwaine and Percival. Merlin looked around to see if Percival was also listening because he himself wasn't anymore, when his eyes found someone much more interesting.

The new boy in school.

He was blonde and his eyes were crystal blue. His jaw was set as he was listening to the lady, and he was dressed in rich clothes. Merlin already heard people say he was rich. He also heard people say he liked to boss others around, but Merlin couldn't help but stare at him because he was so unnaturally handsome.

"And that is how the book found its way to this very museum." The lady continued and Merlin blinked, turning his head back to the book behind glass and to the teacher, who was not looking at him, thankfully.

The lady smiled at them and moved to another object hidden inside a glass box. "I think the second most interesting thing in this museum next to the spell book, is this staff, which was-"

Suddenly the entire room filled with annoying ringing noise and water started raining on them. Merlin immediately took his book and shoved it into his backpack (carefully!), but everyone was already moving toward the door.

"Fire alarm! Everyone move calmly to the door! Don't panic!" The lady together with the teacher yelled at the class. But girls were already holding their hands on their heads to protect their difficult hairdos and guys were using their notebooks as umbrellas because they didn't care they were supposed to use their notes from the lecture in their exam next week.

Once they were all outside, Merlin quickly found Gwen and Lancelot, remembering that Percival didn't arrive at school at all that day. The teacher moved to the front of the class and immediately wanted them to check if anyone was missing.

"One!" A girl shouted. "Two!" Her friend shouted as well. "Three and four here, miss!" Two guys shouted from the other side of the group. And more people kept shouting until it was Merlin's turn to shout, "Fourteen!" because that was the number the teacher gave him in the morning, and then it was Gwen's turn, until suddenly everyone was silent without the count being complete.

The teacher's eyes widened, but before she could say anything, the lady ran to the group of students and assured them that the fire alarm was fake and that there was no fire at all.

The teacher nodded her thanks and looked back at the group of young people she was responsible for. Suddenly, she seemed tired and irritated instead of panicked. "Who's humber 16?" She asked, already rubbing her eyes in regret.

Gwen, Lancelot and Merlin all looked at each other and sighed. Then Lance turned to the teacher and finally answered. "It's Gwaine, miss. Number 16 is Gwaine."

xoXÖXox

The bus was filling up with kids as they all arrived back from their free hour, in various intervals. They were supposed to ride back in only ten minutes, and not everyone was back yet, but who could blame them? London was a beautiful city and some of them had never been there before. They all wanted to explore when they could.

Merlin on the other hand, was more interested in his book that he hasn't had the chance to open since they arrived at the museum. He was sitting in his seat, waiting for Gwen to sit next to him because Lancelot was already sitting with Gwaine. She was with them, still talking and laughing.

The young warlock was listening to music and he smiled when he ran his fingers over the cover of the book. It was a very old book, published nearly 60 years ago, but Merlin was convinced it was the best book ever written.

He opened it and as always, read the note the author left there before the story started.

This book is for my beloved Carl Rogers who didn't rest until I started writing again after the loss of my two best friends.

Merlin always stopped to think about this single sentence. He often wondered how the author – Agatha Black – lost her best friends, he wanted to know what happened and why did it happen. But she never shared the story with anyone, and she took her secret to the grave.

He sighed and opened the book in the middle, finding the paragraph where he left off when the bus arrived at London a few hours ago.

As he was reading and successfully ignoring his surroundings again, the main character looked out of the window and saw something that changed her life and set her on a completely different direction. Merlin raised his head and looked out of the window of the bus, just in case he might see something that would make his life more interesting as well.

And to his surprise, he saw someone he already noticed in the museum. The rich boy in his rich clothes who liked to boss people around and who Merlin would be glad to help with any homework just so he could stare into those blue eyes of his. And his hair, his hair, it was tousled as he ran his hand through it, but Merlin could see it was neatly combed in the morning.

He couldn't stop staring as the boy slowly entered the bus and started going through the aisle, looking for his seat from the morning. Merlin's jaw dropped when the guy chewed on his lower lip and sighed, his hair falling over his eyes.

And then their eyes met.

Merlin immediately looked down and sank lower in his seat, swallowing nervously and hiding his face both behind the seat in front of him and behind the book.

Someone removed his wireless earbud and giggled, making Merlin jump and almost drop his book. It was Gwen again.

"You know I saw all that, right?" She asked him as she glanced up at the handsome blonde prince again. Well, he wasn't a prince, the queen Morgana didn't have a family and was perfectly capable of keeping her throne only to herself, but to Merlin? He was like a handsome prince coming to rescue him from the boring trip home.

Merlin blushed when Gwen looked back at him and then he nervously looked behind her, glad that both Lance and Gwaine were not listening to them. They were sitting in their seats. For now.

"Don't tell anyone." He whispered when he looked back at her.

Gwen only smiled and sank lower in her seat as well so she could be closer to him and their conversation could be more private.

"Don't worry, you know I'm just happy for you." She smiled at him.

Gwen had a kind heart. And she was the only person on the planet who knew that Merlin was gay. And Merlin was okay with that, but he didn't want anyone else to know. Not yet.

"Well, thanks, but there's no chance he likes me, just... just look at him." He shrugged and looked down at the book so he didn't have to look into Gwen's eyes. She possessed the special ability to make everyone tell her the truth just by looking at them.

"All I see is a boy your age, whom we know nothing about." She smiled at him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Just don't give up without knowing anything about him. Trust me. If I'd thought Lancelot could never like me, I'd never have given him a kiss on Valentine's day and-"

"I know that, but I can't just go to him and..." he glanced around and whispered, "kiss him. Can I?"

"No," Gwen's smile was melancholic when she squeezed his shoulder. "I'm not telling you to go around kissing people without any warning."

Merlin laughed softly and nodded, looking down again.

"All I'm saying," Gwen smiled again, "is that getting to know him wouldn't hurt you. And then you can decide if you can kiss him." She smiled at him and laughed with him and then they both fell silent.

"Thanks." Merlin nodded and straightened up in his seat, Gwen's hand falling from his shoulder.

He looked up and noticed that the new boy was already sitting next to a kid Merlin's never talked to. He sighed, and in that moment, Gwaine and Lancelot made their way to them.

"And what do you say, Merlin?" Gwaine asked him as they leaned over Gwen and him to let someone pass through the aisle.

"What do I say?" Merlin frowned.

"He means the fire alarm." Lance rolled his eyes. "I think it was stupid and-"

"It's in moments like these that I miss Percival." Gwaine muttered with an unforgettable eyeroll.

Lancelot ignored him and continued. "-and now he doesn't have any notes from the lecture that we'll need in the exam."

"But I do have friends," Gwaine pointed out, "who I know will let me take a look at their notes." He winked at Gwen, who just sighed and laughed afterwards.

Merlin didn't tell her he would need to take a look at her notes as well because he failed to pay attention during the lecture. But he knew Gwen already knew that. And together with hers and Lancelot's notes, they would all benefit at the exam, including Gwaine and Percival.

"Alright everyone," they all heard Ms Kennedy from the front of the bus. The doors of the bus all closed and everyone inside stopped talking. "Everyone get back to your seats, we're going back to Glastonbury. But before that, do we have everyone?" She asked and waited for the kids to start counting.

"Well," Gwaine looked at Merlin. "I still want to hear what you thought about the fire alarm, I think it was hilarious. Later, mate." He went back to his seat together with Lancelot and Gwen and Merlin were alone again.

"Fourteen!" Merlin shouted.

"Fifteen!" Gwen said, and this time Gwaine was there to shout his number and the teacher nodded as she looked at him.

When the counting stopped and everyone was present, the engine started and the bus started moving. Merlin let Gwen keep his earbud so they could listen to the songs he picked together, and then he opened his book again, returning to the story and wishing his life was as interesting as the main character's was.

xoXÖXox

Always being the rich boy at school was not an easy life. Arthur would know. His father was an owner of a small but successful company and he traveled a lot, so Arthur had to travel with him. That way, Arthur never made many friends and had to change school often.

But he really liked this place. Glastonbury. It felt easy to be here and walk to school and back, as if he belonged in this place. But that had a reason. His father was born in this city, and therefore he owned a house on the outskirts of Glastonbury. They moved there last week.

But Arthur didn't have much time to run around and make friends. In fact, his father decided that right after school he was to start practicing fencing again. Arthur didn't really like it, but his father often said it ran in the family and that he wanted him to know it.

Arthur sighed as he picked up the rapier again. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day, and yet he couldn't walk through the gardens around their house. He had to train and train until his lesson was over and then he would have to start working on his homework about that stupid spell book they visited today.

"Arthur," Leon, his personal trainer and his father's half-servant half-family-friend who traveled with them, called his name.

Arthur groaned and turned back to him. "Come on, just this once." He asked again. He really wanted to relax at least once.

"You know I can't let you go, Arthur." Leon sighed. He was way older than Arthur was, but Arthur was sure he could understand why he needed more freedom. "Your father is expecting improvement by the end of the week. And you lost your rapier in the fight again."

"I did not lose it," Arthur rolled his eyes. "You knocked it out of my hand."

"And you need to learn how to not let me do that." Leon smiled at him. "Your father is not coming back any time soon, so maybe we could end the lesson a little earlier today."

"Yes!" Arthur grinned. "Thanks."

"Now, get ready." Leon got into position and waited for Arthur to do so as well. When he did, they started fighting. And yet again, Arthur stopped concentrating.

He couldn't stop thinking about the black haired boy on the bus that was looking at him so intently. When Arthur noticed him, he immediately hid behind his book and his cheeks turned instantly red, but Arthur felt some kind of a strange connection that wouldn't leave his mind ever since.

That was the last time he saw him. When he found his seat and looked back again, there was so many people around the boy's seat that he couldn't see him at all.

"Pay attention!" Leon shouted, returning Arthur's mind back to the fight. Arthur blinked, frowned, and in the next second, his rapier was lying in the grass again.

"Sorry," Arthur mumbled and didn't bother to pick up the rapier. Instead, he sat down next to it and lay down on his back, closing his eyes.

"The lesson's not over." Leon reminded him, picking up the rapier for him.

"Bring me some water and we'll continue." Arthur told him, not even bothering to open his eyes again. He heard a defeated sigh and then retreating footsteps.

And as soon as Leon was gone, Arthur stood up and made a run for the wall, jumping over it, and disappearing in the forest.

He kept running for good ten minutes until he finally stopped and rested his arms on his knees, bending over and trying to catch his breath. He swallowed and closed his eyes, thinking about what he's just done.

He's never run away like that. And he knew his father would be angry once he found out (if Leon told him, but Arthur knew he probably would if he didn't return before their lesson was over), but did he care? No. This little rebellion felt way too good to feel bad about.

Finally he had some time to himself.

Looking around, he started walking again and thinking. He really wanted to make friends, but he never knew how to begin a conversation and he always messed it up. His father was a man of firm belief that he was better than anyone else. And Arthur wasn't proud to say that he often thought of himself the same way.

And when he tried to be like any normal teenager and start making friends, he always messed it up in some major way. That way everyone thought he was a rich prick with zero manners, but inside he was not like that at all. At least he hoped he wasn't.

After twenty minutes of just walking and considering whether he should head back or instead come up with more different scenarios of how to try to make that black-haired boy his friend, he almost tripped over a stone. He looked up, and his jaw dropped in surprise.

In the middle of the forest, there was an old graveyard, as if forgotten by everyone in the city. The tombstones were scattered around, with high trees among them, and the whole place had an eerie atmosphere.

Naturally, Arthur entered the graveyard with an over-excited grin and started looking around at the names and faded photos of people who had died decades ago. Only a few tombstones had a photo attached to them though.

Arthur wondered what the lives of all those people were like. Most of the people died before the year 2017, so they all probably lived in a world without magic. 2016 was the year of the magic storm, if he remembered it right. Before that year, the world was without magic. Arthur wondered what that must have been like because magic was a part of the world, right? At least that's what Ms Kennedy told them yesterday.

But unfortunately, he didn't have time to take a look at all the names and all the dates.

And all because of a little twig that broke somewhere behind him, and Arthur stilled.

He was not alone...

xoXÖXox

It was finally after school and Merlin was walking through a forest to get back home. He didn't really have to walk through the forest, but he wanted to find a nice place to sit (he knew one lovely meadow) and take some time to read his book and maybe even start the sequel that he kept in his backpack just in case.

Before he opened his book though, he remembered the old spell book. He really wanted to figure out why he felt so... funny when he saw it, but he hasn't had a vision for more than a month. He was glad he hasn't, having them just made him weird and scared.

He remembered how Gwen suggested he should talk to the blonde boy and try to borrow his notes from the museum. Merlin blushed and sighed, finally getting his book out of his backpack.

Reading books while walking wasn't exactly comfortable, but he couldn't help himself. The main character got kidnapped and then a big plot twist followed and Merlin just couldn't stop reading even if he'd want to. It was more than enough that he had to keep his hands off of the book during his magic class.

So he walked among the trees, with his book open and his eyes glued to the page rather than to his surroundings.

Which was a grave mistake. Naturally, because of his famous clumsiness, he tripped over a root and almost landed with his head on one of the gravestones.

He didn't realize he was already near the old graveyard. "Damnit," he cursed quietly when he saw that the book lay open against the dirty stone. He frowned with worry as he picked up the book and checked it over.

The book was scratched a little, but the stone was perfectly fine. That was not fair, Merlin thought as he frowned at the stone in jealousy. But then his frown deepened with confusion. There was a name on the stone, with a parting sentence under it.

Merlin Emrys
8.3.2017
The greatest sorcerer ever to walk the earth,
the bravest of us all.

Merlin reached out his hand and ran his fingers over the engraved letters. It felt cold when he touched it. And slightly funny, as if the stone was vibrating under his touch. The stone right next to this one was also making him feel sad for some reason, he could almost feel tears in his eyes. The name on that stone was Arthur Pendragon.

Arthur Pendragon
13.4.2017
The Once and Future King,
honest and brave and truehearted.

Wait, wasn't Merlin Emrys the one the queen was looking for? And wasn't he the second most powerful in the world? He raised his eyebrows as he was looking at both of the tombstones.

But he let it go with a shrug. His book was more important right now. He picked it up again and finally noticed he was damaged as well. His knee was bleeding.

He sighed and put his book under his armpit, checking his knee and ruined trousers with both hands. Then he took a deep breath and placed his palm over the wound.

After he closed his eyes, he attempted a new healing spell that they learned today at school. "Ge hailige." He whispered and put his hand away, to watch as his skin grew back together. A huge smile appeared on his face. They've just started with healing spells today, and although he'd tried before at home, he's never been very good with healing magic.

When his knee was fine again and only his trousers were not, he took his book and opened it again, continuing in reading and walking at the same time.

As if he forgot what a mistake that was, he regretted it again, when he made another step next to a tree, and bumped into someone. He fell down, his book did too, and this time Merlin fell on his backside. Hissing in pain, he hurried to his book and stood up again, brushing off his trousers.

"Bloody hell," he cursed when he looked up. The guy he bumped into, or who bumped into him, was none other than the rich boy he admired on the bus and during the lecture in the museum back in London.

Merlin took a deep breath and tried to control the inevitable blush that was creeping on his cheeks. "Watch where you're going, my friend." He said and instantly regretted it. Gwen said he should go for it, but the truth was... he's never flirted with anyone and he didn't even know if he was trying to flirt now or not, he just opened his mouth and the wrong words fell out. He wished he knew a spell that would make him disappear right that second.

"Do I know you?" The boy asked him defensively and made Merlin regret his previous sentence even more.

He took a deep breath again and put his book under his armpit so he could reach out his hand to the boy. Time to make it alright and try again, nicely. "I'm Merlin." He smiled.

"So I don't know you." The boy answered without shaking Merlin's hand, so the young warlock let his arm drop again. The boy's hair was tousled just like when Merlin saw him on the bus, but this time he was wearing a red hoodie, with the strings uneven and resting on his chest. Merlin resisted biting his lip as he looked him up and down.

Then he remembered they had a conversation going on, which was more than what he expected earlier that day.

"No," Merlin pursed his lips. Damnit, now the conversation was not going the way he wanted it to. He had no idea what else to say to fix it, but before he could even start, the boy continued.

"Yet you called me friend." He pointed out, making Merlin close his eyes in regret.

"That was my mistake." He sighed.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Yeah." Merlin admitted. The boy really seemed like he liked to boss people around. Because acting like a prat wasn't helping to improve Merlin's image of him. But you know what? Two could play this game. If the boy wanted to continue being rude, Merlin could do that as well. "I'd never have a friend who could be such an ass." He crossed his arms on his chest, careful not to drop his book.

"Or I who could be so stupid." The boy laughed and god his smile was so gorgeous that it almost made Merlin's heart stop. "Tell me, Merlin. Do you know how to walk on your knees?"

At this Merlin chuckled. Should he take the chance to make a move? Should he listen to Gwen and risk everything because of those crystal blue eyes of his? Of course he should. Se he braced himself and put on a smirk. "You don't have to reveal your homosexual tendencies right the first time you meet someone, but to answer your question, yes I do."

Oh God oh god oh my

His brain was yelling at him to run away, to use magic, to immediately apologize or turn it into a joke, but before he could do anything, the still nameless boy started laughing. Really, laughing.

"I did not expect that answer." He told him and Merlin was glad that the smile stayed on his face. He just hoped he didn't take what Merlin said seriously.

"I'm sorry," Merlin smiled and shook his head. "Can we start again? I'm Merlin." He reached out his hand again and tried to ignore his rapidly beating heart when their fingers finally touched as he shook Merlin's hand. The contact sent a spark through his whole body. Or at least it felt like that.

"I'm Arthur." The boy said.

Suddenly, Merlin laughed. He didn't mean to, but it was funny, wasn't it? That Arthur's name and his name were both on the tombstones he noticed a minute ago.

"What's so funny about that?" Arthur asked him, still clutching his hand and finally letting go as he waited for Merlin to answer.

"Oh, it's nothing." Merlin shrugged. "I just noticed... our names on the gravestones, right there." He admitted and took a step back so he could point at the gravestones he was talking about.

Arthur frowned as he looked at them too. "That's really weird." He mumbled. "My last name is also Pendragon." He said, making Merlin frown. Standing there right next to Arthur, it made him feel funny again. As if the whole place was vibrating with energy and they were both the source of it. "Well," Arthur smirked as he looked up at him. "It seems we were supposed to meet here today, Merlin."

Merlin's heart was beating fast in his chest as Arthur was looking at him, standing close. Merlin managed a smile, but it didn't go without another blush.

"There seems to be more to our story." Arthur added when he looked at the stones again. Then he looked at himself with Merlin, as if he was feeling the same connection Merlin was.

"Our story?" Merlin asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, or whoever is inside these graves." Arthur shrugged with a smile.

And then suddenly without any warning, Arthur reached out his hand again. Merlin swallowed as he stared at it, and then he took it, squeezing. Was this really happening? Did Arthur take what Merlin said earlier seriously? Was he just playing with him?

He was almost at the verge of panic, when Arthur's smile calmed him down, almost working like magic. Then his smile turned into a smirk as he squeezed Merlin's hand back. "Do you want to investigate?"

Merlin stopped breathing for a second, and then he breathed out with a huge smile on his face, never looking away from Arthur's eyes. He could sense adventure, as if something was about to change for him. From this moment, his life would be different, and he was eager for that change, just like the main character in his book.

Finally his life would be more interesting.

"Sure," he said.

And with that, their story was about to start. A story full of love they never thought they could have, full of friendship and adventure and magic. A story with a promise of a better future.

Not of Morgania as it was now. But of a kingdom with a strong, good and just leader. A better future that they could fight for, always by each other's side.

A destiny, that was waiting for them to fulfill it.

THE END

Spells

"Ge hailige" - means "heal together" and Merlin used this in 3x12 The Coming of Arthur Part One, when he tried to heal Arthur, but it didn't work.

Quotes

"the bravest of us all" - Lancelot said this about Merlin in 3x13 The Coming of Arthur Part Two. He said "You know, Merlin, you're the one Arthur should knight. You're the bravest of us all, and he doesn't even know."

"honest and brave and truehearted" - Merlin said this about Arthur in 4x13 The Sword in the Stone Part Two. He said "All I know is that, for your many faults, you are honest and brave and truehearted, and one day you will be the greatest king this land has ever known."

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It feels so strange to finally be able to write "the end" for this fanfic. It took me about 9 months, and as a result, we have 21 chapters and over 100K words of another story for the Merlin fandom. And I wouldn't be able to do this without your support right from the first chapter. Thank you all so very much, and I hope you liked the story and how I ended it and that maybe you'll go read some of my other stories.

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