Another chapter yay! Once again I want to thank all of you for the reviews and alerts! I'm so glad you like it! This chapter is dedicated to Tango Dancer, because I don't want you to die.
I'm not going to lie, if I owned Merlin, the reveal would have happened at the end of season four. So yeah, that's my disclaimer.
Arthur Pendragon, despite popular belief, was not an irrational man. He was surprised of course that Merlin had magic, but it wasn't exactly hard to believe once he thought it through. Merlin had survived battles that had killed trained knights with barely a few scratches. Not to mention all the times Merlin had flat out said that he saved Arthur's life. Arthur just hoped that if he read on, he would understand more. Sure, he felt guilty invading Merlin's privacy, but he felt like he had to if he were to understand his closest friend. He looked once more to the diary, and read the next entry.
Dear Diary,
There is a dragon under Camelot. A dragon who knows who I am. A dragon who apparently thinks that it is my destiny to help the prince become this great king and help him unite the lands of Albion. He's wrong. The prince is an utter prat, I told the dragon and I'll write it here. If anyone wants to kill him they can go ahead. In fact I'll give them a hand. Ok, maybe that's a little harsh, but still, how on earth is Arthur Pendragon supposed to unite the lands of Albion? I used magic right in front of him today and he didn't even see it! Of course I wasn't trying to be obvious, but I didn't really have a choice, I would have been hurt even more than I had been! Honestly, who challenges someone to a mace fight when it's obvious they have no strength or physical skill what so ever. It's not my fault I'm clumsy when I have to be so focused on holding my powers in. One would think that I'd be better at it by now, but apparently not. I was serious though when I told Gaius that if I couldn't use magic I might as well die. I tried not using magic for an extended period of time once when I was a kid, and I got really sick. Mother said she was afraid I was going to die. I guess not using my magic is dangerous to my health. But besides that, without my magic, I'm just a nobody. I'm nothing but a scrawny, weak child who can't even lift a scythe at sixteen and ran away from his bullies. Mother would kill me if she saw this though. She always told me that I was her special son and that my gifts were given to me for a reason, that I was blessed by the gods. I hope she's right, and that I'm not a monster. I just don't understand.
-Merlin
Arthur sighed at both Merlin and himself. He never realized how much of an arrogant clot-pole he was back then. He couldn't remember a time when he had seen Merlin truly angry, but it seemed he had definitely wanted to kill Arthur at one point. At least he wasn't serious. He also didn't realize how hard Merlin probably had to work at keeping his powers under control, at least according to this entry. And then there's all of this monster business. Next time he saw Merlin, they were going to have a little chat. No, a long one. But then again, maybe not. Merlin obviously had his reasons for keeping all of this hidden. If Merlin didn't tell him soon though, he would have to bring it up.
There you have it! I have to leave for Little Shop of Horrors rehearsal now, but when I get back I will write and post another chapter before I go to bed!
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