Why hello there, I see that you've found this fanfiction, well at least I hope you have. This is a pointless Author's Note so if you actually want some interesting (at least I hope) reading, skip this bolded section and go strait to Chapter 1 If you are reading this, thankyou for listening to my antics, and I'd love it if you would stick with this story. I already know where it's going to go, and I have it all planned out, but as most of you know plans don't always end up the same in the end. Okay, that's enough of me talking. Let's get through all of the necessities.
Disclaimer: Okay everyone, I do own Merlin now, so this is major spoiler alert! FUTURE STORYLINE! Kidding! I wish I owned Merlin! Merlin actually belongs to the BBC and I only own this storyline and some of the minor characters.
ON WITH THE STORY!
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"Merlin!" Arthur boomed. It was always this way, Merlin as always late. Even after 10 years of work in Camelot, a job change and a lifestyle change, he still managed to be a complete buffoon in the area of punctuality.
"Open this door right now, Merlin, or god help me, I will break it down myself." Arthur smirked as he heard a grumble from inside the room similar to 'it's to early'. Arthur couldn't help himself; it was just such an open invitation. Years of payback could be made up right on the spot. He crept toward the boys' bed a flagon of water held in his hand. He paused a while to gloat before quickly uncorking the trap fully expecting Merlin to leap to his feet like the startled girl he was, but he didn't.
His eyes flashed gold, just in time to save himself from a very wet morning. As much as Arthur still consider him a fool, Merlin could hear when a door was opening and he knew Arthur all to well. The water that Arthur had been about to dowse Merlin in had frozen in mid air. Great, just great, another attempt failed. Was Merlin really actually clever? No it was just bad luck, Arthur was sure.
"Go 'way," Merlin grumbled through the pillow, pulling the blankets closer around his head.
"I hate to disagree, Merlin." Arthur chuckled "Actually, I don't!" Arthur said gleefully. "You did this to me for years! Besides you can't be late to your own banquet!" Arthur stated regally. Merlin turned to look at him, before snorting in amusement and rolling back to his comfortable bed.
"What banquet?" Arthur rolled his eyes, he knew tricking Merlin would be hard, but really, this was hard!
"Fine, you got me, there's no banquet, besides idiots like you don't even deserve them." Merlin scoffed indignantly at this. "But Gwen wants you to have a good day and forbade me to give you a hard time. So, I promise I won't drag you out of this bed, is you get up right now." Arthur said in agitation at Merlins reluctance to leave the bed. Arthur was starting to understand why Merlin was always a little annoyed at him, but was this really fair?
"Yeah, just 10 more centuries," Merlin mused through the pillow. Arthur was really going to get it soon if he didn't leave him alone. He maybe the once and future prat-face, but that didn't mean a few harmless spells would hurt him. Maybe his pride, but not any of his attributes that actually counted.
"Merlin, I'm not doing this. I am the king and I order you to get out of bed."
"And since when have I ever listened to you, your royal prat-face?" Merlin said starting to emerge from the bed to continue is playful banter with the king.
"Idiot!"
"Clotpole!"
"Useless!"
"Dollop-head!"
"Merlin, I banned that one. It's now a crime to say it! Especially to the king! Now take it back!" Merlin just grinned mischievously before leaping out of bed and slinging on the nearest clothes he could find.
"Never!" Arthur grinned, he enjoyed this; it reminded him of the good old days, nothing to worry about, just Merlin and Arthur joking around all day long. Today was going to be great.
"Happy birthday, idiot!" Arthur congratulated as Merlin pulled a midnight blue tunic over his head. It really did make him look like a noble. He was every bit as important as Arthur in his new clothes, unlike those rubbish old clothes that Merlin loved so much. He'd worn them so much that Arthur had had to confiscate them. You couldn't have your court sorcerer running around in holey clothes, now, could you?
Merlin quickly came down the stairs to be greeted by a mass of his closest friends, well, at least the ones that could still come to a party.
"Happy birthday, Merlin!" Merlin smiled. Times like these made him truly happy, there were no buts or exceptions, just them and a good time. The grin that graced his face was so huge, he could hardly contain it; luckily, he didn't have to.
Gwen rushed over to him and caught him in a tight hug, followed by Morgana, Issraen, Janeia and Tulare. They all but choked him to death with there relentless hugs and well-wishes. Merlin just grinned even more, turning slightly purple from lack of oxygen, but smiling nonetheless.
Gwen, along with the others, pulled back, their faces in sunny beams. He grinned back at them. This was his home, his family, but there was a piece of the puzzle missing.
"Arthur, have you received word from my mother?" Merlin asked puzzled as to why she wasn't here. She'd always attended his birthday parties since magic had returned to the kingdom.
Arthur reached across the table to the pile of gifts that Merlin was going to receive and gestured to a yellowed letter with neat swirly handwriting on the top.
That was the first thing that caught his attention.
His mothers' handwriting was messy and barely legible, not neat and loopy.
The next thing he noticed was the writing on the letter.
"To Merlin, Court Sorcerer, Camelot."
His mother never wrote 'to', she always wrote dear and she knew that he hated being called a sorcerer, even if it was his title, he much preferred warlock.
One thing was certain; this was not from his mother.
He slowly opened the letter, lifting the seal with caution. It could be from anyone, it could be cursed, it could be a trap, it could be anything.
The seal slipped off the yellowing envelope with ease, in a similar way to Merlin's heart rate.
Everyone just watched on in astonishment as their friends took the greatest precaution in opening a letter from his own mother, or what they thought was her.
He pulled out the crisp white paper from inside the envelope.
His mother never used white paper, it was much too expensive.
He slowly unfolded the parchment before looking immediately to the signature.
Evelyn Brown, his mothers' best friend.
At least he knew it wasn't cursed, but why was Evelyn writing to him instead of his mother. He skimmed the letter, not really reading it the first time.
That was until he saw those dreaded words, the ones he'd heard too much. The ones that no one wanted to hear.
"I'm sorry."
And then the world just fell apart.
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