#promisedestiny

He looked at the phone Merlin had given him earlier and he sighed, “I can’t even figure this damn thing out yet …And you expect me to type … You are really asking for it …..”He pressed the send and he hated this. Where the hell was he anyways. He was supposed to meet him after his shift at the library.  The statement …Stay in the loft was perfectly clear. But trying to get used to the clothing was another matter entirely.  He heard the knock on the door and he put the phone away and he was glad he was home, “WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN “he called as he opened the door to see Merlin.

Helping Arthur adjust to the modern day world hadn’t been an easy task. He complained more than ever and on more than one occasion, Merlin let slip the old ‘prat’ in Arthur’s direction. Even though he was relieved and happy to have him back, he couldn’t help but wonder if Arthur really wanted to be here. Did he want to be there with him too? Probably not, but he didn’t know if anyone else they had known had returned and they would just have to live their lives until then. He had heard his phone ding, but chose to ignore it since he could already guess it was Arthur and he was home. “Calm down,” Merlin said as soon as he heard the once king.

They were in the forest now and he looked downward as he watched out as he saw Camelot burning due to Morgana’s raid. He had been only king for a month and this happens. Maybe she was right. Maybe he was not fit to rule the kingdom.  Never in Camelot’s history had Camelots Citadel had been taken.  Never. And in one night he let it fall.   They fought as long as they could and then Merlin was with him as they made it to the camp that the refugees and most of the knights had regrouped to …He went into the tent that was for him and he sat down putting his hand over his head and he sighed.  “How could I have let this happen”He said softly shaking his head a little bit.

It had been hell, looking for Arthur. Dead end after dead end, Merlin's hope had started to fade. The knights looked to each other when they thought he wasn't looking, the concern etched on their face. Merlin pretended to ignore them, focusing solely on finding Arthur.

After weeks of nothing, one single peasant arrived with a trail, and Merlin left immediately, a few of the knights in tow. The lead took them through villages, little towns, dark forests. They traveled far, and again Merlin started to doubt the mission. 

When they came upon the camp of bandits, Merlin breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Sitting in the middle of the camp, tied down. Rage bubbled in Merlin, and he fought alongside the knights, cutting down each fiend in hate. When the last of them had fallen, Merlin rushed to Arthur's side, removing the ties.