Still don't own Merlin... sigh

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"Do not be afraid. We only wish to help." Arthur nods and the other knights follow. Leon shoots Elyan, who hadn't said anything this whole time, a confused look. He knows they're druids, but decides not to say anything. If Arthur trusts them with Merlin's well being so would he. The knights know that Merlin means more to Arthur than anything, especially since he lost Gwen. As they walk into the druid camp, they notice that some of the children are less than welcoming of the party from Camelot. They shy away, no doubt because they had been taught to be wary of the knights of Camelot. "This way." The man who appeared to be the leader of the group motions to a tent, and the knights hesitantly go in. Arthur lays Merlin's shaking body down and takes in the severity of his wounds.

"Can you help him?" Elyan finally whispers.

"I think so." A young girl, no older than 14 or 15 appears from the shadows. "His injuries are bad, but I think I can heal them."

"Amalla is one of our most gifted healers, you have nothing to worry about." One of the older men whisper. Her hand hovers over his ribs for a moment, and looks to the man who just spoke. "It's alright, they won't hurt you." Percival gasps a little when he realizes what she's about to do. Amalla just nods.

"Þurhhælan" Her eyes flash gold, and Merlin shudders a bit before his breathing returns to normal. "He needs to rest a bit. Do any of you have any major injuries?" They turn to Percival, who had injured his wrist at some point. "Let me see." She has a kind look on her face. Different from what they had always thought of sorcerers. She gently takes his hand. "Ágíeman." An almost bubbly feeling wraps around Percival's wrist. "There, does that feel any better?" He nods absent mindedly, too absorbed in his own wrist to care. Another man steps into the tent.

"You all must be hungry. Would you like some food?" The knights look at each other, and to Merlin. "Do not worry, your friend will be safe, he will wake soon. If you'd rather wait until he does though, that is understandable." He turns to leave.

"Wait. Why are you helping us?" Arthur asks, clearly confused. "I know that my father has ripped apart many of your families, and I probably have as well in following his orders. Why would you help us after all that pain I've caused?"

"There are many reasons. We believe that you are not your father for one. We also know that while our families have been ripped to pieces because of your father, so has that boy's. If he can trust you, we believe that we are entering a new era."

"What do you mean? Merlin's family was ripped apart because of my father? That's impossible, he's from Ealdor, in Cendred's former kingdom.

"That is something he will tell you when he is ready." The unnamed druid man replies as he leaves the tent.

"Merlin, what have you not been telling us?" Arthur asks just as Merlin wakes.

"Well your breath stinks for one." He laughs weakly. The other knights begin to laugh as well. Merlin, even if it was weaker than usual, was still Merlin.

"Merlin! Do you remember what happened?"

"I- I remember going after some sort of sword, being kidnapped by sorcerers, being tortured, and then we were rescued by… Gwendolyn! Is she ok? What happened to her?"

"Oh… Where are we? After that, all I remember is black." Another lie, but he was frightened by what he saw in his dream.

"We're in a druid camp, they healed you. If it weren't for them, you'd probably be dead by now. Are you alright you're shaking like you've seen a ghost."

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He thought back to his dream.

His father, Balinor was there, speaking to him.

"Merlin, son, I know I haven't been able to do much for you but I can at least do this. When you wake, Arthur is going to ask questions about who you are. Answer them honestly. Trust me, but be careful."

The vision haunted him more than he knew. Had the druids called him Emrys? What all did they tell the knights? He was afraid of what Arthur would say.

"Merlin. The druids that were in here said something about you being able to forgive my family even though we ripped yours apart." Arthur stated slowly, almost regretting it as his servant looked down, obviously trying to blink away tears. "If you don't want to tell me yet that's ok."

"No, I'll tell you. But you have to promise me you won't be angry."

"I- I give you my word." Arthur's words were sincere, but Merlin could see the confusion in his eyes.

"I guess I should start with my father."

Just so y'all know Þurhhælan and Ágíeman are both Old English for heal.