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The king and knights of Elador rode into Camelot, a few days after the king lifted the spell from Merlin but not totally. Arthur hadn't let Merlin out of his sight, after all he was worried. The night of the feast, all the lords and ladies were there including the King of Elador, Balinor, and his knights. He kept searching for his son. Then he saw the black mop of hair and the skinny frame. He smirked. He watched as his son's body tensed as he got closer to them. The king caught a glance of the tattoo on the back of his son's neck, at the base, hidden by the scarf.

The king's eyes glowed and he tilted his head forward. Merlin's hand went straight to his neck and his face twisted in pain. He fell to the floor. Most of the lords and ladies, and many visiting people stood up, including the people of Camelot, but not the King and Knights of Elador. "Sorcerer..." Balinor stood up, lazily. "Uthur, you should learn more about the people you hire and invite to your home. Allow me to introduce myself properly, I am King Balinor of Elador, the Dragonlord. And this..." Two knights came to Merlin and pulled him up by his arms and held him so his feet barely touched the ground. "Is my son, the Runaway Prince Merlin Emrys."

Uther's eyes scanned them for similarities. "If he is your son prove it." Balinor turned to Merlin and reached for the scarf. He untied it to reveal a glowing dragon tattoo on the back of his neck. "...Now, if you don't mind I have things to discus with my son." Balinor and his knights left, carrying Merlin.


Merlin woke up in a room, that he had never seen before. "Merlin, you were asleep for a long time. I was getting worried." Merlin felt a hand combing through his hair. "You know, it was a very bad thing you did. Running away for two years, no less. I have half a mind to take you home, lock you in your room and throw away the key." The combing stopped. The hand grabbed his face and turned it to him. "If you ever do something like that again, I WILL lock you up somewhere." Merlin pulled his head away. "...Now, Merlin. There's no need to act in such a way."

Merlin sat up. "How-why?"

"Hush, my son. I have missed you over the passed two years. I just want you home, safe and sound."

"Camelot is my home...I can't leave Arthur and Gaius-"

"Merlin, Gaius will understand. Now, rest. It is getting late."

"But I'm not-"

Merlin's father cast a sleeping spell on him and laid down next to him, cradling him in his arms.