Hello, lovely followers/favourites and the lovely people who are reading this story.
I'm not dead. Well, not yet at least. Sorry for the long wait. I had some other stories I was writing on and had almost lost interest in this one. But as I have a short attention span when it comes to stories I am back... Again I am very sorry.
I don't own Merlin. And the spells used in the story are from Merlin so I don't own then either. In other words, I own nothing.
Now onto the story. Upwards and onwards!
Arthur ran towards his horse, mounted it and galloped towards Camelot. His father would be furious when he got back but Arthur had learned an important lesson. In the background he could hear Merlin, no the sorcerer yell his name.
Merlin looked helplessly at the prince riding away. He knew that he could stop him but what would be the point? Arthur had seen him kill nine of Camelot's knights with magic and it had not been a fair fight. Since he had finished training with the druids there had not been much he could not do. They had taught him everything and they had become a part of the family. When they told him about hi destiny he was excited. It would have been a way for him to protect his people and the people of his childhood friend. A way to make peace without spilling any more blood. However, the hatred of magic had been nurtured in his friend's heart since he was born and a single childhood friend with magic could not change such a thing.
Merlin sat down on a log. He looked around him and once again saw the bodies of the men he had just killed. Of course, Arthur would be scared. One thing was hearing about the evils of magic another was seeing it for himself. The magic that could kill with ease. Merlin had believed that it was Arthur that had sent the knights at first and the thought had been like a dagger in his heart. The only thing that had convinced Merlin that it was not true was when he had seen Arthur. But when Merlin had seen the fear in his friend's eyes he understood what had happened. Watching people you trained with every day getting killed by a friend he had not seen for a year. A lot could happen in a year.
Merlin stood up. There was nothing more he could do here and if Arthur was going to follow in his father's footsteps he could not stop him. He would harden his heart and fight for the freedom of the people. Not only those with magic but also those without. There was no reason for anybody to suffer anymore.
Uther was furious and nervous at the same time. Arthur had disappeared around the same time the time the knights that were going to kill the sorcerer had gone. None of them had been spotted anywhere since. It had been three days and there was no news about anything. Had the sorcerer killed his son? Then he heard the sound of a horse galloping over the square. Uther hurried to the window and looked out. It was Arthur. His son looked terrified. Something must have happened at the meeting with the sorcerer. Uther stormed down to check on his son. Nothing would be worse than having him die. He could not lose the last family he had. "What happened?" Uther asked his son. Arthur was shaking but he looked at his father with determination in his eyes. "You were right father. Magic is evil"
Merlin slowly started to go home. Even though he was determined to save his people he had just lost his friend. The only one that didn't care that he was the son of Balinor the last dragon lord. To Arthur, he had always just been Merlin. Then there was the legend about the once and future king. If Arthur was not the once and future king, who was? Merlin had met many people in his days but no one that would fit better than Arthur.
When Merlin got home his parents saw the distress in his eyes and Hunith ran over and hugged her son. "Sweetheart, what happened?" She asked him still hugging her son. "A sad smiled formed on Merlin's face. "It seems that I was wrong," he told them "Arthur might be just like his father"
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