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Saying his life was quiet would be a big, not-so-funny lie. The truth was that his life was quite the opposite. Upon arriving in Camelot he truly had thought that his life would be as calm as it had been back in Ealdor, for all he was going to do was help Gaius, to be his apprentice and learn all he could about medicine, while keeping his magic secret as we all knew how Uther felt about magic. It was ironic, that his mother had sent him there knowing who was now reigning. Everything seemed simple, a quiet life without any dangers or adventures or risks of his magic being discovered, nothing could go wrong.
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Except everything went wrong.
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Well, not exactly wrong, it just didn't go as he had planned inside his head. The adventures, the risk and the danger of dying every minute had caught up with him, and frankly he didn't know if he was relieved, since at least now his life wouldn't be so boring and he would have a little action, or concerned, for the same reasons. He wasn't trained to... well, handle the action that the danger of dying could bring, he couldn't even hold a sword to fight for his life. It's not that he needed a sword either, considering he had an ace up his sleeve, his magic, but still.
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He wasn't complaining either. Well yeah, he was partially complaining. You know, complaining about the little problem of risking his neck all the time to save a prince's ass who didn't even thank him after. And well, Arthur didn't know that his manservant was surely the only reason he was still alive, but even so, a little appreciation for other things he did, such as cleaning his royal quarters or sharpening his sword, wouldn't bother him. And I know what you're going to say, 'doing all that is his job', fine, but did that forbid the prince from whispering a few thank you's from time to time?.
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It's not that Merlin wanted or needed recognition, but it was true that he would sometimes want to know that his effort was appreciated. Anyway, let's look to the present. Let us concentrate on the boy whom many had described as a wimp and emaciated, sneaking into the dungeons in the middle of the night. Well, he wasn't exactly sneaking in, he had told the guards that the prince himself had sent him to bring food to the prisoner they had captured that morning. He hated that. He hated the fact that they captured people who were possibly innocent without justification. Gaius had advised him not to get involved in it, for it was not even of his concern, but Merlin had successfully ignored his uncle. The boy walked towards the last of the dungeons, and through the bars, he could see a brunette woman. Would she be okay? Wounded? The warlock cleared his throat, to make his presence there evident. "Hey!" he exclaimed, a smile growing on his lips. He was carrying a sort of tray in his hands, and surprisingly he managed to open the dungeon's door while holding the tray with one hand without spilling anything. That was the real magic. Before entering, he looked her up and down, concern depicting his features. "Are you all right?”.


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There was a time in which to visit a dragon when he had free time would have seemed an utterly impossible idea. First of all because he had grown up thinking that dragons had become extinct, that Uther's great purge would have finished with all the magical creatures of the world, just like his mother had told him. When he was a child he had not understood why Uther kept so much hatred for anyone who had a bit of magic in them, to magic in general... he didn't understand why he believed that whoever possessed magical talents was automatically a monster, an enemy. For some time, Merlin had thought that he was a monster, because he had the power that many feared, he had the curse that nobody wanted to own.
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Even now he still thought about it, sometimes. After all, everyone in Camelot seemed to hate magic, because it was inhumane, because it must be exterminated from the Earth, because anyone who possessed it should be dangerous... If everybody hated it, if everyone wanted to see it disappear, it would be for a reason, right? They would have to have a reason behind their hatred. Gaius had told him to never ever refer to himself with that term, Monster... and he had kept his promise, he hadn't called himself a monster, at least not out loud. But there were times that he simply saw it inevitable. After all, if someone found out about his little secret, he'd be dead. They they would hang him without questions, as if it wasn't a human the one they were killing so calmly.
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The boy sighed, shaking his head, as he headed to the cave where the great dragon was locked up. The second reason why he hadn't thought he'd wage a conversation with a dragon was because... well, we were talking about dragons. Giant lizards that flew through the sky and that could put an end to an entire civilization in a matter of seconds. And that didn't come to topic... what he wanted to say is why on Earth would a dragon be interested in talking with him? Merlin was just a sorcerer who was still beginning to understand his skills. Without having anyone with whom to train, without anyone who could help him... Let's say that becoming the sorcerer who Kilgharrah claimed he was going to be sounded quite impossible.
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I mean, the greatest sorcerer to ever walk the Earth? Who would believe that? If he was the best, he wouldn't want to see the worst one. Simply, everything about the great destiny that awaited him and Arthur (something that he still couldn't comprehend, I mean, Prince Arthur couldn't be prophecy's Arthur, because said Arthur couldn't even stand him, so protecting and keeping him safe would be even more difficult than it already was) still confused him, and hey, skepticism wasn't displayed before this... but it was just that perhaps the dragon would have mistaken him with someone else, maybe he was referring to another magician because he definitively couldn't be the one who he sought. When the warlock reached the staircase leading to the cave of the dragon, he grabbed one of the torches that were there, and with a few intelligible words, lit it. Then he descended to the cave.
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And that's how you get to talk to a real dragon! Sneaking out at night, and entering a crypt in which you shouldn't enter. Merlin kept the torch aloft, while he exited the little tunnel that led to the real prison, his eyes inspecting his around. He didn't see the dragon nowhere, but he should also remember that Kilgharrah loved to hide, without an apparent reason.

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He supposed that his wish had been fulfilled, somehow. That wish of having just a miserable day off, that one to be free from the errands that both Arthur and Gaius commended him, the one of being able to forget about his destiny, just for a few insignificant minutes... everything hadn't mattered in the time in which he had been alone , waiting for any sign. Albion had gone through horrible times, and even in those scenarios in which everything seemed lost... he hadn't raised.
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And of course, humanity had recovered. So many wars, innocent's blood had been spilled, by disputes so implausible that no one could believe ever believe that someone would have been able to start a war over them. And the wizard couldn't have believed them either, if he had not witnessed them. Humanity was a curious thing, he would have to grant them that. They could cause major destructions, they could wipe out whole armies... but at the same time, they could create civilisations where they all could live safely.
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The boy knew that he didn't have to collect herbs, after all, this was a job that he didn't practise anymore (not as much as he wanted, at least), but Merlin couldn't avoid it. Even after all this time, it had become a habit, even when he couldn't find the same herbs that he could 'easily' find before in in the forests surrounding Camelot. Could the herbs have changed in some way? I mean, he didn't doubt that new 'types' of herbs may have grown, but... could some have disappeared?.
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He shrugged, walking slowly, without stopping to think about it too much. The forest helped to calm his mind, even if now it no longer was as busy as it once had been... now he was in that new city, where Arthur finally had raised, and where Gwen also lived, expecting twins. He simply couldn't believe it. All those years alone, succumbing to his own pain and loss... they could not be forgotten, but having them both there (soon the 4 of them!) was... it was like a gift.
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Without a doubt the best Christmas gift that anyone could have ever asked for.
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He smiled to himself, and at the same time, bent down to pick up one of the few herbs that were familiar to him, and when he went to get up, the boy inadvertently crashed into someone. Event that caused him to lose balance, but fortunately he managed to stand on his feet. Phew. "Being honest with myself, I really need to find new ways of meeting with people..." he whispered, shaking his head, without looking at the stranger who he nearly pulled to the ground. Oops.
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ooc: a quick clarification- Fantasyland remains exactly the same, only 5 months have passed since Arthur died, but Merlin and Will were trapped in a magic mirror, where they lived in a different variation from the true Fantasyland. So they have lived in a different version of Fantasyland, one that has evolved and progressed, while the real one is exactly the same as before!.
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Well, that hadn't been such a horrible day. And he didn't mean that all the other days were horrible, but let's say that they were not especially of his liking. Today, surprisingly, Arthur had felt generous and he hadn't commanded him so many tasks that he could have stayed all night awake doing (he had done that, he talked from experience, countless times, it was not satisfactory to wake up on the floor surrounded by cleaning tools), in change he had opted to send him normal and necessary chores that he could happily finish in one day.
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Well, not 'happily'. It's not like cleaning his armor or sharpen his sword made him happy, but he should admit that at least those tasks kept his mind occupied, and in some way or another they helped him relax. But hey, he wouldn't reject a day off from time to time, a day in which he would be free of all worries and obligations which overwhelmed him day after day. A day off from his destiny, a work-free day (both imposed by Arthur and Gaius), a day off from it all with the sole purpose of resting.
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Yeah, it probably would never happen.
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He was now making his way to the armoury, where hopefully he would end up polishing Arthur's armour pretty fast, then move on to his next task, muck out the horses. Oh, he loved his work. And yeah, if you had not noticed, those words had been watered with the purest of sarcasm. He didn't know if it was because he had been clueless, or if it was because the stranger had been clueless, but he had just bumped into someone, which had led to the armor that he had been holding to fall, crashing to the ground, the strident sound of iron bouncing on the ground causing some of the merchants around to look in his direction. Sigh. Fantastic.
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"Oh Gods, I'm so sorry-," he bent down to start to collect the pieces of armour, looking up at the man for a moment to apologise at him correctly, but a smile appeared on his face to do so. "Geralt!?".


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He was not happy. He shouldn't be. It was one of the days most feared by the citizens of Camelot. The death of King Uther. Its defenses were low, the enemies were prepared to attack now that the people were helpless. Guards and knights were awaiting for orders, civilians were frightened and frantic, not knowing what was going to happen next... and Arthur, he was trying to be brave, he was trying to carry the weight of the world, knowing that he couldn't, knowing that he needed help, someone to lean on.
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Merlin, of course, had offered his services, but had been rejected. He was... concerned, about everything in general. He knew Arthur was prepared to be King, and he also knew with certainty that he would govern thousand times better that his father had ever done so, but the problem was that the soon to be King did not believe himself to be capable of such destiny. Arthur needed to support, he needed someone to help make those insecurities disappear.
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At the moment the warlock couldn't help him, and I mean that he couldn't help him because the ex-Prince had commanded him to await for their new guests. So now the servant was standing beside a door, impatiently staring at the ceiling. Why did he insist on sending the people who wanted to help him away, why push them away? And although Merlin was aware that this was technically his work (in addition of saving Arthur, which obviously was also a work, one that no one knew existed, except Gaius and Lancelot), he could have sent any other servant to serve the newcomers. Although of course, he was still the personal servant of the... new King.
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He shook his head, his hands intertwining, his nerves beginning to show. He wasn't nervous, because it was not the first time he received guests from other kingdoms, it was just that... well, he was simply restless. Millions of thoughts invaded his mind, and they disburted him, and kept him away from focusing on his current task, which was to serve to the guests who had apparently just arrived. Or that was what he assumed, because footsteps were approaching to his current position.
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Yes, indeed. The sorcerer was able to see several guards (too many, if someone asked him, although much protection was never enough), being led by a man, of a different height from the average one. Of course it's not like Merlin was interested in that tiny detail, nor in the least. One's differences were those which made them unique. A smile appeared on his face, and with a small bow, he asked: "Lord Tyrion, I presume?" should have he added 'welcome to Camelot'? or 'the King will pleasantly recive you as soon as you're settled'? too late now.


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