Author's Note: Here's another one! Two half drabbles, one from Merlin's point of view and the other from Arthur's. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Merlin, no matter how much I would like to.
Chapter 18: Destiny
Merlin couldn't understand how it had happened.
Arthur Pendragon, the biggest prat he had ever met in his life, had somehow become his closest friend. He had wanted to punch him when they first met, and now he would die for him without any hesitation.
Destiny worked in strange ways.
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It didn't make sense at all.
Merlin was a clumsy, incompetent, idiot, who couldn't shut up. Arthur shouldn't care about Merlin, but he did, and he didn't know why. They were so different, but he got along better with Merlin than with anyone.
He'd almost think a friendship was fated.
