No young man, no matter how great, can know his destiny. He cannot glimpse his part in the great story that is about to unfold. Like everyone, he must live and learn. And so it will be for the young warlock arriving at the gates of Camelot. A boy that will, in time, father a legend. His name? Merlin.
- Kilgharrah-
Arthur watched as Merlin walked into Camelot for the first time.
It was a strange thing truly, to see something that too many would mean so little – travelers came and went, many never staying in one place for very long – but that he knew would change so many things, because if Merlin hadn't come to Camelot then really he doubted things would be like they were today.
Merlin was smiling and practically gaping in wonder, his head swinging from side to side, nose twitching, Arthur realized what a shock something like this must be, Ealdor was small and it's market compared to Camelot's was meager.
This was something Merlin had never seen before and Arthur took a moment to take in the look of innocent wonder on his face.
Merlin shifted his pack on his shoulders and followed the crowd, his brown jacket blending in with the weaving patterns of blue and red that was Camelot's people. Arthur found himself grinning right along with the fool, seeing his people like this would never be something he would tire of.
It was only when he heard the drums that the smile slipped from his face.
Not for the first time he wished he could be heard, Merlin had no clue what he was walking into, the boy was oblivious, he didn't know what the drums meant, he didn't know that it meant that someone was going to die, all Merlin knew was the festive colors of something bigger then he had ever known.
When Merlin came to stop at the back of the crowd, and the man was led out Arthur watched the smile fall away from Merlin's lips, leaving a pale face and a slack jaw in its place.
"Let this serve as a lesson to all. This man, Thomas James Collins, is judged guilty of conspiring to use enchantments and magic. And, pursuant to the laws of Camelot, I, Uther Pendragon, have decreed that such practices are banned on penalty of death. I pride myself as a fair and just king, but for the crime of sorcery there is but one sentence I can pass.""
Arthur's head snapped up, as he took in his father like a man who had been deprived of water for too long and was now being offered as much as he could drink. It was almost painful to see him standing there so strong while Arthur knew what would become of him.
Then his father raised his hand and the man was forced down onto his knees, his head forced down onto the block and then the axe came down with a swing, the drums let out a final powerful pound, and the man was no more.
He only half processed the fact that he, his father, and Merlin had been the only one to not look away, the rest had hid their faces and flinched. He only half registered the rest of his father's speech because from where he was standing well, Thomas James Collins's lifeless eyes were staring into his as if to pass a harsher punishment then the one he had been dealt.
"When I came to this land, this kingdom was mired in chaos, but with the people's help magic was driven from the realm. So I declare a festival to celebrate twenty years since the Great Dragon was captured and Camelot freed from the evil of sorcery."
He registered his father's grin, the way his arms spread wide.
"Let the celebrations begin."
Then there was a wail, the people startled, whispering and parting to reveal an old woman dressed in brown, with gray hair that hung in flyaway wisps around her wrinkled and anguished face. With a sinking feeling he realized this must be the mother.
"There is only one evil in this land, and it is not magic! It is you! With your hatred and your ignorance! You killed my son!"
She cried, her face contorting as tears fell down leather like cheeks, then all was still, as her face abruptly hardened, her arms sweeping out in a wide arc.
"But I promise you, before these celebrations are over, you will share my tears. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a son for a son!"
His father did not move and then:
"Seize her!"
The women shook her head, a spell fell from her lips and just like that she was gone in a swirl of black wind leaving nothing behind. His father whirled around disappearing as the people quickly turned away going about their business as usual.
Above him he faintly heard the sound of a window closing. He watched as Merlin bowed his head and turned away from the man's corpse, Arthur had to practically run to keep up with his hurried steps. Merlin turned into the castle, only stopping to ask a guard for directions to Gaius's.
Arthur watched him let himself into Gaius's chambers, knocking once on the open door, his head swiveling side to side in much the same way it had in the streets if only a bit more cautious. Seeing the old man Merlin cleared his throat.
"Hello? Gaius?"
The man turned around a smile on his lips to great whoever had entered his chambers, only for his face to go slack in shock as he tripped backwards the railing giving way, Merlin franticly looks around and then Arthur watched his eyes flash gold as everything just – stopped.
Then Merlin swept his hand out a mattress flying under Gaius catching him as he finally fell. Gaius sat up in a flash and was on his feet in seconds, eyes roaming over Merlin who, Arthur realized, looked terrified.
"What did you just do?"
"Erm..."
"Tell me!"
"I-I-I have no idea what happened."
"If anyone had seen that…"
"No! That-that was, that was nothing to do with me, that-that was..."
"I know what it was! I just want to know where you learned how to do it!"
"Nowhere."
"Then how is it that you know magic?"
"I don't!"
"Where did you study...answer me!"
"I-I've never studies magic or-or been taught!"
"Are you lying to me, boy?"
"What do you want me to say?"
"The truth!"
"I was born like this!"
"That's impossible!"
Then, "Who are you?"
Merlin fished his backpack off of his shoulders nervously stuttering, before fishing around inside until he found what he was looking for, the letter Arthur remembered watching Hunith write, he quickly handed it to Gaius before backing up a step.
"I have this letter."
"I don't have my glasses…."
"I'm Merlin."
Something like recognition flashed across Gaius's face.
"Hunith's son?"
Merlin nodded his head, "Yes!"
"But you're not meant to be here till Wednesday!"
"….It is Wednesday…"
"Ah, right then. You better put your bag in there."
Merlin nodded and turned only to turn back.
"You-you won't say anything about, erm…."
Gaius looked shocked for a moment before he shook his head, and Merlin smiled slightly before turning on his heel, only to be called back by Gaiu's voice.
"Although Merlin, I should say thank you."
The scene changed and Arthur found himself in a Gaius's chambers on what he assumed was to be the following morning, Merlin was sitting down eating Gaius's famous watery porridge, Arthur laughed at the look on his face only for the laughter to fade when Gaius purposefully knocked over a bucket of water.
Merlin looked up and his eyes flashed gold as the bucket of water stopped in midair, the water that would have hit the floor glinting like tiny crystals, Arthur found it strangely beautiful, Gaius gasped and whatever Merlin had done was broken because the bucket fell to the ground water splashing everywhere.
"How did you do that? Did you incant a spell in your mind?"
Merlin shook his head fast.
"I don't know any spells."
"So what did you do? There must be something."
"It just happens!"
Merlin looked down at his feet as he grabbed a mop to clear away the water that had spilled. Gaius sighed and grabbed two objects off of one of his many side tables before handing them to Merlin, taking the mop from his hands.
"Well, we better keep you out of trouble. You can help me until I find some paid work for you. Here's Hollyhock and Feverfew for Lady Percival, and this is for Sir Olwin. He's as blind as a weevil, so warn him not to take it all at once."
Arthur laughed then, because he remembered Sir Olwin waking around for day's drunk, at the time they assumed the old man had been drinking but it would appear not, really it was a good thing that Merlin did not work as a full time physician's assistant for long, he couldn't imagine how much trouble that would have been.
The scene changed again and Arthur found himself in the courtyard staring at, well – himself, or a younger him at least, a less wise him as well, he remembered this day and the serving boy, and as he watched himself he realized Merlin was right – he had been a prat, and he found himself almost happy when Merlin decided to intervene.
"Hey, come on. That's enough."
He watched himself stalk up to Merlin.
"What?"
"You've had your fun my friend."
"Do I know you?"
Merlin looked sheepish and held out his hand to which the younger him ignored.
"Er, no, I'm Merlin"
"So I don't know you."
"No,"
"Yet you called me 'friend'."
"That was my mistake."
"Yes, I think so."
"Yeah, I'd never have a friend who could be such an ass."
With that he watched Merlin turn on his heel and the younger him finger the sword at his hip as Merlin stopped walking with his next comment.
"Or I, one who could be so stupid, tell me Merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees?"
Merlin's back was rigid.
"No."
"Would you like me to teach you?"
"I wouldn't if I were you."
"Why? What are you going to do to me?"
"You have no idea."
Arthur winced at that, Merlin could have – most likely – killed him right there and yet he continued to taunt the man. His younger self could have been dead in less than a minute and no one would have been able to do anything, it was a chilling thought and the only consolation was the fact that Merlin hadn't.
He hadn't snapped once in all these years, Arthur wasn't sure how he felt about that.
"Be my guest! Come on! Come on! Come oooooon."
Merlin swung at his younger self and Arthur winced as his arm was wretched behind his back, Merlin glared and twisted so his eyes were staring up into his younger self's. Arthur remembered never having seen eyes quite like them.
"I'll have you thrown in jail for that!"
"What, who do you think you are? The King?"
"No. I'm his son, Arthur."
Then his younger self swung at Merlin's knee's as the scene changed, Merlin was in the stocks being pelted with fruits and vegetables by dimpled children a smile on his face. He almost wondered why he was seeing this until he saw Gwen.
His queen was younger here but she still had the same smile that Arthur loved and Arthur found himself smiling right along with her.
"I'm Guinevere, but most people call me Gwen. I'm the Lady Morgana's maid."
Merlin smiled and offered her his hand which Gwen took.
"I'm Merlin, although most people just call me idiot."
Arthur snorted and Gwen shook her head.
"No, no, no. I saw what you did. It was so brave."
Merlin looked down shaking his head.
"It was stupid."
"Well, I'm glad you walked away. You weren't going to beat him."
Merlin snorted and Arthur nodded because while he hated to admit it, if Merlin was allowed to use – his magic, then Arthur freely admitted that he would be beaten, if for no other reason but the fact that he had never fought someone one on one like that.
"Oh, I…I can beat him."
"You think? Because you don't look like one of these big, muscle-y kind of fellows."
Merlin's reply was flat.
"Thanks."
"NO! No, I'm sure you're stronger than you look. It just, erm…Arthur's one of these real rough, tough, safe the world kind of men, and….well…"
"What?"
"You don't look like that."
Arthur snorted as Merlin motioned for Gwen to come closer and in a whisper that really couldn't be considered a whisper said, "I'm in disguise." And Gwen oblivious to the truth in the statement laughed.
"Well it's great you stood up to him."
"What, you think so?"
"Arthur's a bully, and everyone thought you were a real hero."
Arthur didn't have time to digest that idea as the children that had previously left came running back baskets of fruit in their hands and Merlin grinned at Gwen, "Oh excuse me Guinevere, my fans are waiting." Gwen grinned and quickly dashed out of the way just in time for the first tomato to go flying.
The memory changed and Arthur found himself in Gaius's chambers.
"Do you want some vegetables with that?"
Arthur straight out laughed while Merlin snorted.
"I know you're still angry with me."
"Your mother asked me to look after you."
"Yes."
"What did your mother say to you about your gifts?"
"That I was special."
Gaius nodded and Merlin turned back to his food, only for Gaius to speak again.
"You are special, the likes of which I have never seen before."
Merlin looked up again then.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, magic requires incantations, spells, it takes years to study. What I saw you do was – elemental, instinctive."
Merlin drug the spoon around in his stew, creating patterns and Arthur stepped closer, he was surprisingly interested in the answers the next few minutes could bring, perhaps they could show him what made Merlin different from all the rest.
"What's the point if It can't be used?"
Gaius sighed.
"That I do not know. You are a question that has never been posed before, Merlin."
Merlin seemed to nod and both men turned back to their dinners and Arthur expected the world to shift to a new memory, but it didn't instead he watched in silence until finally Merlin looked up again, a question on his lips.
"Did you ever study magic?"
"Uther banned all such work twenty years ago."
"Why?"
"People used magic for the wrong end at that time. It threw the natural order into chaos. Uther made it his mission to destroy anything from back then, even the dragons."
"What? All of them?"
Gaius paused.
"There was one dragon he chose not to kill, kept it as an example. He imprisoned it in a cave deep beneath the castle where no one can free it, now eat up. When you're finished, I need you to take a preparation to Lady Helen. She needs it for her voice."
Merlin nodded as the memory shifted.
He was in the guest chambers that Arthur remembered always being assigned to Lady Helen while she was at the castle, Merlin walked foreword and set the preparation on the tale only to pick up a small doll made out of straw, and shift through a pile of strange looking books with symbols that Arthur had never seen before.
Suddenly hearing footsteps he put the doll and the books back in there places, Merlin spun around to face the dark haired woman.
"What are you doing in here?"
"An..I-I was asked to deliver this."
Picking up the preparation he handed it to the woman before quickly leaving the guest chambers, and Arthur did not blame him – that doll, those books – they where strange and eerie, Merlin quickly hurried down the stairs and out into the courtyard where he was stopped by a voice.
"How's your knee-walking coming along?"
Arthur groaned, he really was beginning to hate his younger self, he was far too confident, all though if he remembered correctly this was his first almost defeat in – then – ages and he was curious to see how Merlin did it, although he had a sneaking idea that magic was involved.
He watched Merlin keep walking only to stop with younger Arthur's next comment.
"Aw, don't run away!"
"From you?"
"Thank god. I thought you were deaf as well as dumb."
Merlin turned around then.
"Look, I've already told you you're an ass; I just didn't realize you were a royal one. Oh, what are you going to do? Get your daddy's men to protect you?"
His younger self laughed.
"I could take you apart with one blow."
"I could take you apart with less than that."
"Are you sure?"
Merlin stood still for a moment before shrugging off his jacket. Younger Arthur laughed again as a mace was handed to him, which his younger self tossed to Merlin who – in true Merlin fashion – completely missed. Merlin bent down and picked his up while his younger self began to swing his own back and forth with ease.
"Come on, then. I warn you, I've been trained to kill since birth."
Arthur snorted as he remembered the nickname that was about to make its first appearance. Merlin stared at his opponent a mocking glint in his electric orbs.
"Wow, and how long have you been training to be a prat?"
Both Arthur's snorted.
"You can't address me like that."
"I'm sorry, how long have you been training to be a prat – " Merlin bent at the waist in a mocking bow " – my lord?"
His younger self began to swing at Merlin then who franticly backed up, Arthur backed him up into a market stall and he watched his younger self thrill at the crowd that was gathering. Merlin backed u farther and the man fell.
"Haha. You're in trouble now."
Merlin looked around, his eyes swinging from side to side until they landed on two large hooks and he smiled slightly as his eyes flashed gold and younger Arthur's mace became entangled. He got it untangled in record time and was on Merlin again, Merlin's eyes flashed and a box moved into Arthur's path.
"OW! Argh!"
The younger Arthur comes at him again, and Merlin's eyes flash as a rope tightened causing him to trip, Merlin then picked up his previously discarded mace and began to swing it at Arthur.
"Do you want to give up?"
"To you?"
"Do you? Do you want to give up?"
The younger Arthur was on his feet again, and Arthur winces as his younger selves' foot landed in a bucket causing him to lose his balance once more and fall to the ground.
Merlin looked around a grin on his face only to catch Gaius in the crowd, and that was all the time his younger self needed, grabbing a nearby broom he knocked Merlin to the ground, as the guards to tried to pick him up, most likely to bring him to the dungeons, but his younger self stopped them.
"Wait. Let him go. He may be an idiot, but he's a brave one. There's something about you, Merlin. I can't quite put my finger on it."
You won't ever truly be able to either, Arthur thinks.
It's in that moment that Gaius pulls Merlin away, and Arthur, when the memory didn't change hurried after them, Gaius did not speak until they were safely inside his chambers only then did he round on Merlin.
"How can you be so foolish?!"
"He needed to be taught a lesson."
Gaius sighed in frustration.
"Magic must be studied, mastered, and used for good! Not for your idiotic pranks!"
"What is there to maser? I could move objects like that before I could talk!"
"Then, by now you should know who to control yourself!"
Merlin rounded on him then.
"I don't want to! If I can't use magic, what have I got? I'm just a nobody, and I always will be, if I can't use magic I might as well die!"
Merlin sighed then, all anger seemly having left him and turned on his heel heading into his bedroom. Gaius followed a basket in his hands and sighed at the sight of Merlin spread out on the bed.
"Merlin? Sit up. Take your shirt off."
Merlin sat up with a groan removing his shirt over his head; Arthur winced at the bruises that stood out in black and blue shadows along the otherwise pale skin. Gaius pressed a compress to his shoulder and Merlin winced, sitting up straighter.
"You don't know why I was born like this, do you?"
Gaius sighs.
"No."
"I'm not a monster, am I?"
And Arthur remembers a six year old Merlin with sleepy eyes and wild curls asking his mother the same question, except back then Merlin believed – like all children do – that his mother knew everything and accepted her answer easily.
But Merlin wasn't six anymore and Arthur could see it in his eyes that Merlin truly believed himself to be a monster, it was truly sad and Arthur found himself wishing he could be heard if only to reassure this young man that he wasn't the things nightmares are made up of.
Gaius leaned forward so he was eye to eye with Merlin.
"Don't ever think that."
"Then why am I like this? Please, I need to know why."
Gaius sighed.
"Maybe there's someone with more knowledge then me."
"If you can't tell me, no one can."
Gaius sighed and poured a potion into a cup that he handed to Merlin.
"Take this. It will help with the pain."
The memory shifted then and Arthur found himself in Merlin's bedroom at what he guessed to be midnight, Merlin was asleep and Arthur wondered why this was important.
"Merlin….Merlin…"
Ah yes, that was why it was important, a strange disembodied voice was calling for Merlin, why wasn't he surprised. Merlin sits up then and sneaks past a sleeping Gaius and out of his chambers, Arthur follows on swift feet as they make their way through the deserted square.
Merlin steps back into the castle and quickly descends a staircase that Arthur doesn't remember ever having seen before. He stops half way down spotting two guards. His eyes flash and the men's dice scatter away repeatedly until both guards had followed them far enough away that Merlin could easily light a torch and slip past them.
"Merlin….Merlin…."
Ah yes, there was the disembodied voice again. Merlin had by now reached a cave and Arthur found himself knowing he wasn't going to like what happened next.
There was the sound of a deep gravely laughter and then, "Merlin."
"Where are you?"
And suddenly there was the sound of wings, a sound Arthur didn't think he would ever forget. Merlin backed up quickly the torch he held flickering, but he did not run. Arthur was not sure he could say he would do the same if in Merlin's situation.
"I'm here. How small you are for such a great destiny."
"Why? What do you mean? What destiny?"
What destiny, indeed.
'Your gift, Merlin, was given to you for a reason."
Merlin's face seemed to lighten a bit at that.
"So there is a reason…"
It sounded almost like a prayer to Arthur's ears.
"Arthur is the Once and Future King. He will unite the land of Albion."
Merlin nodded his head shakily.
"But he faces many threats from friend and foe alike."
"I don't see what this has to do with me."
"Everything, Merlin. Without you, Arthur will never succeed. Without you, there will be no Albion."
Merlin shook his head fast at that, and Arthur stood there next to him slack jawed, because this lizard was reciting prophecies about him and Merlin, and yet it wasn't the most shocking thing he had ever seen.
"No, No, you've got this wrong!"
"There is no right or wrong, only what is and what isn't"
"But I'm serious! If anyone wants to go and kill him, they can go ahead. In fact, I'll give them a hand."
Arthur winced and the dragon roared with laughter.
"None of us can choose our destiny, Merlin, and none of us can escape it."
"No, no way, No, no, there must be another Arthur because this one's an idiot!"
The dragon was quiet for a moment and then: "Perhaps it's your destiny to change that." With that the great beast flapped its wings and was gone. The scene changed and Arthur found himself in the banquet hall following Gaius and Merlin in, both of who stopped by a table laden with food.
Then Morgana walked by and Arthur had to fight the urge to snarl despite the fact that no one would hear him. His – sister was a subject that was never breached around the castle except in council meetings where she was brought up almost constantly because of her unknown whereabouts and her constant threat.
He didn't like to talk about her – he would probably always carry the wounds of her betrayal – and to see her here in this court angered him. She was a traitor and there was nothing he hated more, Morgana was a wretched human being and seeing her here was enough to make anyone who had experienced her tyranny snarl.
Plus there was the way his younger self was staring after her that he found wildly disturbing.
He only lessoned his glare and turned back to Merlin when he heard Gwen's voice. His queen was smiling widely and carrying a jug of what he assumed to be wine, her hair was pulled back into a tail at the nap of her neck, loose curls flying every which way.
In short, she was beautiful.
"She looks great, doesn't she?"
Merlin who hadn't taken his eyes away, nodded, his Adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. Again Arthur found the way everyone's eyes were on the traitor disturbing.
"Yeah."
"Some people are just born to be queen."
"No!"
"I hope so. One day. Not that I'd want to be her. Who'd want to marry Arthur?"
Merlin chuckled.
"Oh, come on, Gwen. I thought you liked those real rough, tough, save the world kind of men."
"No, I like much more ordinary men like you."
What?
"Gwen, believe me, I'm not ordinary."
"NO, I didn't mean you, obviously, not you. But just, you know, I like much more ordinary men like you."
"Thanks."
Then the horns sounded and the large ornate doors swung open, everyone hurried into their lines as his father swept in a smile on his lips. Walking to the front of the room he smiled again and began his speech.
We have enjoyed twenty years of peace and prosperity. It has brought the kingdom and myself many pleasures, but few can compare with the honor of introducing Lady Helen of Mora."
He then swept his arms open with a final smile and took his seat between Morgana and Arthur's younger counterpart.
Lady Helen swept in a blur of yellow and began to sing. At first the song was normal, but just as he remembered – or rather didn't remember – people began to fall asleep, their heads dropping onto their shoulders, or onto another person's shoulder, and in the case of one man onto the table.
His younger self, the traitor, and his father where asleep at the high table, and he watched in horror as cobwebs began to form, as the room darkened with nothing but the force of her magic and the power of her song.
He remembered though waking up –
So how? But then –
His eyes landed on Merlin who had his hands over his ears and was franticly looking around. Helen began to walk foreword then, her arms spread wide until she finally reached into the sleeve of her dress to pull out an ornately carved dagger.
He turned his head back to Merlin, because he knew Merlin had to have done something, and as if by prayer Merlin's eyes flashed gold as Lady Helen stepped under a chandelier and it came down on her, pinning her to the ground.
And just like that people began to wake up.
But just as he remembered Lady Helen sat up and threw a dagger. However this time he saw what he hadn't before, he watched Merlin's eye flash gold as the dagger drastically slowed allowing Merlin time to dash across the room and push Arthur down.
The dagger embedded itself into Arthur's chair dead center where his heart would have been. Both his younger self and his father stared at Merlin in something resembling wonder, finally his father licked his lips and spoke.
"You saved my boy's life. A debt must be repaid."
"Oh, well…"
"Don't e so modest. You shall be rewarded."
"No, honestly, you don't have to, your highness."
"No absolutely. This merits something quite special."
"Well…"
"You shall be rewarded a position in the royal household. You shall be Prince Arthur's manservant."
The scene changed.
He was in Merlin's bedroom now as the man stared into a dancing candle with a look that Arthur, if prompted at sword point could not possibly hope to explain in a way that would make any sense. Arthur almost wished he could hear what Merlin was thinking.
The door opened and Merlin looked up slightly, as Gaius came in, a book wrapped in red cloth in his hands.
"Seems you're a hero."
"Hard to believe, isn't it?"
"No. I knew it from the moment I met you. When you saved my life, remember?"
Merlin looks confused.
"But….that was magic…."L
Gaius nodded, "and now, it seems, we finally found a use for it."
"What do you mean?"
"I saw how you saved Arthur's life."
Merlin shook his head.
"Perhaps that's its purpose."
Merlin sighed deeply, the look he had had in his eyes when the door had first opened returning as his next words gave Arthur a good idea to what he had been thinking about.
"My destiny."
"Indeed, this book was given to me when I was your age, but I have a feeling it will be of more use to you than it ever was to me."
Gaius handed the book to Merlin, who removed the cloth, unlatched the book, and began to flip through the pages, only to look up at Gaius in wonder, a smile starting to color his features.
"But this is a book of magic!"
Gaius nodded, "which is why you must keep it hidden."
Merlin was grinning out right by now.
"I will study every word."
There was a knock that Arthur assumed came from the main door to Gaius's chambers and then, "Merlin, Prince Arthur wants you right away."
Merlin rolled his eyes as Gaius smiled.
"Your destiny's calling. You'd better find out what he wants."
The scene changed.
A/N: this took three days to write and a forth to look over. It's a total of 5, 247 words. WOW O.O
It would have been up tomorrow but i have fundraising all day which reminds me, if you live in central new york and want some barbeque chicken tomorrow come to 64 North Main st Shurburne NY across the street my guard team is fundraising for new uniforms and flags. PLEASE IF YOU CAN!
Princess Tyler Briefs: Awesome penname! Your right this is not done, actually it's far from being over i plan to take this all the way through series four if not five (depends if we get a magic reveal WHICH WE BETTER) THANK YOU so much for saying that! This review totally made my day!
Nameless Secret keeper: Nope there not over as i just told Princess Tyler up above i plan to take this through series 4 if not 5.
Tigertiger: I'm working on several different senaries on how they figure out what's going on! Here's your update, i'll try to update at least once a week!
IndiaMoore: THANK YOU so much
Mika271170: Well this is how i interpenetrated his first days. I hope you liked it!
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i do tend to fall out of one tense and into another, it is something I'm working on. Your welcome although i should be thanking you! So i will THANK YOU!
Question for you: because these are so long should i split them into two chapters?
Bonus question for you: Who's your favorite Merlin character and why?