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I, Impudent Miscegenation, of Fanfiction (dot net), do not own or have any affiliation with the creators of Merlin. All rights respectfully go to: Jake Michie, Johnny Capps, Julian Murphy, Julian Jones, and BBC1 Entertainment. I don't gain material profit from my works featured here, I write for my own amusement.
Full Summary: Merlin realized, too late, that the ephemeral nature of man leads to a blatant disregard of heritage. Further away from magic does humanity slip, and the world is made all the worse for it. (Modern Era)(Canon Compliant)
Author's Notes: Here are the scraps I mentioned!
The Day Magic Died - Scraps Chapter
Arthur shook his head wildly, loathing the pressure he felt behind his eyes.
"No, that's not-Why didn't I come back before?!" At this, Freya softened, giving Arthur a sad smile.
"This land didn't need you then. It has been written, before all that was and is, that the dead may not rise until eternity has passed. Magic was to be eternal, everlasting, but it has been lost to this world. Magic is gone. Emrys, as the druids have known him, has perished. Eternity has passed. Now, and only now, can you be here. Now is when you must help us, or forsake us. The decision is yours, Arthur Pendragon."
"So, in short, I'm tasked to bring magic back to the world." At this, Gwaine grinned.
"Destiny seems to have a funny sense of humor, doesn't it? King Uther tried so hard to destroy magic and, now that it's gone, who to send on a quest to bring it back but his son!" He barked a laugh and Arthur rolled his eyes, certain that if Merlin were with them that he'd laugh too.
"How are we supposed to bring magic back to this world, anyway, if there's nothing left of it?" Arthur drew himself up, lifting his chin and appearing confident.
"I was told that, with the last of what magic he had, Merlin left me a gift. We find out where he is, we use that gift to bring magic back to the world, and then we get Merlin back. It'll be simple." While Arthur strode forward boldly, Gwaine turned to Percival and muttered.
"That's what everyone says before it becomes not-so-simple."
"What do you mean I've done it? That's not right, Merlin-" Arthur turned back to the statue, still cracked, broken stone instead of his truest friend. "I can't have brought magic back-Merlin isn't back."
"He was never meant to return as you were, Arthur Pendragon. It was never his destiny." Arthur growled low in this throat and thrust his sword into the ground beside Merlin's memorial.
"Fuck destiny, I want my friend back!"
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~IM