Hey bro.

I own Merlin. He's a '95 Buick and he never wants to work right.


Arthur and his pet magician were running from the bandit camp they had - literally – stumbled upon. Merlin, seeing that their pursuers had somehow found and mounted horses, grabbed Arthur's hand to get them away through more supernatural means.

They appeared next in the Camelot courtyard, Merlin releasing a held breath and Arthur shivering and coughing.

"What the hell was that?" he asked upon catching his breath. He'd been the surprised partner to many spells, but none quite like that.

"Oh, that was Between. It's the easiest way to transport; Kilgarrah taught me. It just takes a few seconds to go where you want, as long as you can picture it firmly in your mind and handle the dark cold. Isn't it neat?" He grinned, knowing Arthur's response would not be a pleased one.

"…Really? You learned that from a dragon? What are you gonna tell me next, that Aithusa taught you to time travel?"


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