AN: Merlin belongs to people who are not me.
I'm back! I'm sorry to say this is another short chapter :( As you may have noticed, I have a habit of working on multiple stories at once, and I'm trying to prioritize my other fics. Not to mention I don't have a specific plotline for this. So again, sorry.
Also, to any Americans like me, happy (late) 4th of July! :)
Freya smiled.
The Once and Future King sat by several knights, conversing about something. She knew what that something was. They had only recently come to recognize their friend for what he was.
She remembered the last few days of her life. How Merlin had been ecstatic that someone else understood him. When she had died, he'd gone back to having no one. To doing everything in secret without any acknowledgment. Which he didn't mind if it meant keeping his friends safe, but she'd seen how lonely it had made him.
And now his friends were sitting in a circle, talking about his accomplishments and reveling at his bravery. He would have been happy.
But they still didn't know the whole story. Not even close. Lancelot had been aware of his magic and therefore the things he had done that were hidden from others, but only things that happened while he was in Camelot. Elyan had seen everything, but only things that had happened in the last few months, no more than half a year.
She wanted to give him the recognition he deserved. He'd saved her, and even though she'd helped him when Morgana took over Camelot with her immortal army, she'd still wished she could have repaid him more. So now, she was going to do all she could for him.
So she had thought about it. And she'd come to the conclusion that Arthur should hear things from others.
There were more people who knew things. More people Merlin had touched the lives of.
She closed her eyes, communicating silently, summoning different people. Before long, people had heard her call and had responded to it.
Balinor arrived quickly, as he always did when something was happening that involved his son. Will arrived, admitting he knew little of Merlin's adventures in Camelot, but would be able to tell Arthur of Merlin's difficult childhood in Ealdor hiding his magic. She dragged Mordred to her as well. The druid was still sulky and angry at Arthur, but if she could work on changing that, he would surely have tales to tell.
And, of course, she would put a word in as well.
She didn't want to overwhelm him, however. She looked around their group. Balinor was staring over at the knights. She met his gaze,and they silently agreed he would go first.
The dragonlord squared his shoulders and approached the knights of Camelot.
From afar, two high priestesses watched.
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The two witches, one blonde and one dark-haired, watched the druid and her companions.
"I still am not sure what you are trying to say, sister," said one of them.
"Just watch," the other murmured. "Uther is still ruthless and cruel, but Arthur...perhaps we judged too quickly."
Morgause turned to look at her half-sister. "Explain."
Morgana sighed. "He defended me from Uther."
Morgause's eyes widened. "This is interesting indeed..."
Their eyes met. "Uther can no longer be dethroned," Morgause muttered. "But he can be driven out. Especially if Arthur can be turned against him..."
They smirked, the familiar sensation brought on by plotting together coursing through them, making them feel almost alive again.
