—300 years later—
(A/N - plz just imagine that
everything/ everyone in canon is already there only after 300 years!)
Third person POV -
During the 300 years that had passed since the war, Elizabeth's death, and Meliodas's crowning, quite a few things had happened.
The demon clan had become more reserved, not communicating as much with the other races as they maybe should.
The reason being the hate everyone showed the demons even after the war had ended.
The rumors had spread wildfire and so they decided to lay low.
They were fine with this.
Or...well...most of them...
"I'm going to Britannia...I'll be back in a few days!" Called a now fully grown Merlin.
"Ahhh I do not like that!...you might just be a human yourself but-" chandler began...
He had a very bad habit of nagging like this...
Meliodas, who was the one Merlin had called to, came out of his office and stood at the door opening.
He too was annoyed by this, but Merlin always had a fun way to make Chandler shut up.
"Bye" Merlin finally said and with a snap of her fingers Chandler was gone.
"Pfftt-" Meliodas held back laughter.
"YOU CAN'T JUST TELEPORT YOUR PROBLEMS AWAY MERLIN!" Zeldris shouted from further down the hall where he had been talking with Cusack.
"Where'd you even send him?" Meliodas asked curiously.
"The tyrants dragons nest"
"But it's hatching season, their especially territorial right now.."
"Exacly. Anyways I was on my way to Britannia"
"I feel like you've been going more often than not lately...found something you'd like to tell me about...or someone?" Meliodas asked the last part with a smirk, the curiosity was genuine though.
"I-" Merlin started, then she sighed before continuing. "I've been making relations with the different clans..tried to clear up some rumors about demons. Of course I've never told anyone I'm actually living with a bunch of them"
"Why though? You're not an ambassador" Meliodas said furrowing his brows.
It wasn't that he was angry with Merlin, he just didn't understand.
in all the 317 years he had known her she hadn't cared about what anyone else thought.
'What is she up to?' Meliodas thought to himself.
"See you" Merlin said, obviously done with the conversation.
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Merlin's POV-
I walked through the gate to the world above this realm.
The world above being that of Britannia, a realm that many clans had made into their home, just some of these clans being humans, fairies and giants.
I had made relations in quite a few places already, Camelot being my most usual travel destination.
Many years ago I decided to foster a small child named Arthur, his current foster family had been abusive, especially his older brother Kay, so I decided to step in.
This wasn't a secret however.
Arthur had lived in the demon realm with me for years, but now he had taken the mantle as king of Camelot, so that's where he resided now.
Arthur being king had been quite helpful in ways I hadn't thought it would.
As an official leader he was to make relations with other kingdoms.
That had intrigued me so I had often tagged along when he visited other places, the place I was most intrigued by was the kingdom of Liones, places where the olden fairy kings Forest was before it was burned down during the great holy war 300 years ago.
But due to the fact that it was there in the first place, Liones's land was especially prosperous when it came to farming, which was probably why they were able to rise up as quickly as they did, now holding the mantle as the greatest kingdom of Britannia.
"Merlin!" Someone called putting to me, when I looked up I could see that it was Arthur.
He quickly dismounted his horse, Hevere was it's name.
"Arthur..how kind of you to come and greet me. I was just on my way to Camelot" I told him was a small smile.
He didn't smile, so I quickly knew something was wrong.
"Yeah well I wanted to see you quickly, something's..happened"
"Oh?" I said, waiting for him to continue.
"In the little time you've been away-" which has only been 2 weeks. "-the king of Liones succumbed to his illness. He's dead"
"What a shame"
"Merlin!" Arthur said, a little irritated by my bluntness.
"Well it is. He has three daughters does he not?
"Yeah...Margaret, Veronica and Elizabeth"
Elizabeth...no matter how many years would pass, that name held a special place in the heart of many, especially Mins and Meliodas's
"The heir?" I asked, the heir is mostly the eldest, unless the younger would be a man.
"The youngest, Elizabeth"
Oh.
"Why would the heir to Liones be the youngest of his daughters"
"Elizabeth is the best fit I suppose...she loves the people of the kingdom, is well spoken, strong, and brave"
"Strong and brave? A princess" my view of princesses was...well...stereotypical.
"I've been told she's actually fit to be a knight. Why she would train like that when she's a princess, i dont know. Maybe she's just a tomboy? I don't really know her that well, Y'know" Arthur said and started walking back to Hevere.
"I'm going there right now Y'know"
"You are? Where's the knights accompanying you?" I asked with a smug look on my face.
Despite being king, Arthur's first years of life were poor, and even after spending the rest of his life as the "nephew" of the demon king he still wasn't that fond of formalities.
"Taking...coffee break?" He tried...
"Hm!" I hummed and flicked the back of his head.
"I suppose I'll just have to go with you then, it would be too bad if you'd have to go all the way back to Camelot and pick your knights after all..."
"Yeah that sounds great to me!" Arthur said, having finally mounted Hevere.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Huh? Taking off, we'll have to get going now if we want to get there before sunse- Huh?"
Arthur was a little dense once in a while.
Before he could even finish his explanation I snapped my fingers and teleported us to Liones's gates.
"Oh"
"Honestly" I muttered and shook my head with a find smile upon my lips.
"Who goes there?" A knight of Liones called from the top of the wall surrounding the kingdom.
"I am Arthur Pendragon, and this is my mentor, we have come here to mourn the death of your king, Bartra Liones. He was a dear friend you see" Arthur called out, his voice laced with confidence and authority.
"..."
It was silent for a few moments before the gates started to open with a mighty creak.
When they were completely opened we walked through and was greeted by the knight I would assume is the one who called out to us.
"We're extremely grateful King Arthur" the knight said, his voice wavering, it was obvious he was crying.
No wonder... humans are so fragile...
"Don't think about it..just hang in there" Arthur said warmly and put his hand on the knights shoulder.
And so we continued on our way to the castle.
"Have you met the princess Elizabeth's before Arthur?" I asked still looking straight ahead to the almost completely deserted road. Everyone must be in their homes mourning.
"I have a few times, we didn't get the chance to talk much though" I explained.
I could tell by his voice that he was saddened.
The meeting with the knight must've set it in perspective that king Bartra truly was gone.
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Third person POV-
Getting access to the castle had been easier than They first thought, to be honest they had worried that the princesses wasn't ready for visit.
"We are very grateful for your visit at this time Arthur" said a women with with slightly wavy waist-length indigo hair that is split on both sides and warn brown eyes.
"I don't believe we've met. My name is Margaret Liones" she said and extended her hand for Merlin to shake, which she did.
'Margaret, so she's the oldest' Merlin thought to herself.
"My condolences" Merlin simply told her.
"Thank you" Margaret answered, and wiped her tears away with a handkerchief.
"Now, I'm sure Veronica and Elizabeth would also like to know that you've come to visit, I'll lead you to them"
"Oh, I don't want to be a burden to you at a time like this" Arthur quickly said, afraid he'd intrude.
"Oh no, you're not a burden. We'd much rather spent this time surrounded by friends than all by ourselves" Margaret said with a kind smile and proceeded to lead them down a long hallway.
'I wonder what the other princesses are like..' Merlin thought.
Before they knew it we were at a big double door.
When Margaret opened the doors They could see that they led to a lounge.
Two girls sat on a couch, Who Merlin could only assume it were the princesses, the first one that caught Merlin's eye had a tomboyish appearance, short light violet hair and a slim build, and eyes matching her elder sister's.
The other-
Merlin gasped as soon as she truly focused on her.
She had enough control of myself to simply not burst out and shout:
'Elizabeth?!'