Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

bit coin

A.N.:// I just saw we already cracked the 100 k views on this book D: 
I mean.... granted, with so many chapters. STILL. This is amazing. I would have never believed this 9 years ago, when I wrote my very first book on this website and was happy about 400 views in comparison to 6 XD
Now I have a job and a weird obsession with Merlin and you guys, girls and nonbinary pals support me so well by commenting and reading these. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!
I'm very happy to be here. And I hope we'll continue this for a loooong time. 
This book started a little over a year ago. Shortly before the pandemic started. This is a lot of views for such a short time (I say after... 50 one shots or so). 
Let's be even weirder from now on ^^

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It's been almost two years, Arthur thinks, as he looks out the window of his office. Two years since he woke up in a grassy field where once the lake of Avalon had been.
Arthur shook his head and looked at the calendar at the wall right next to the glass door that separated him from the hallway.
In bold letters, mirrored, because you were supposed to read it from the other side, it read his name. No "this office belongs to the business manager" or something like that.
Whoever worked here, knew who he was.
Or rather, what he was in this timeline.

Arthur was the one who founded this company. He was the one who invested in it and made it grow. And about the same time, he made the fantastic mistake to invest in bit coins. In the past two years, the useless coin gained it's worth into the thousands.

He wasn't just known as their boss, he was known as the brains of this business. He was known as the man who came with nothing and made a fortune from it.
But he was also known as a man for his peers. He talked to his employees regularly. He granted them paid leave, health insurance and half a year ago he had begun a program to build houses for them to live in for free. And that was just the minimum he found necessary.

Most other business companies called him a lucky fool.
But truth was, keeping his workers happy and healthy and entertained and stress free, improved their work.
It made them happier and willing to bring ideas to their boss that helped Camelot industries to rise even higher among the competiotion.

Arthur hadn't founded the company to become rich. He had started this business, because he didn't know what else to do. A man without a passport, a man without work history, without the right education, he had to start from zero. Nobody wanted him to work anywhere out of fear, he may be a criminal.
He knew nothing about anything and had to teach himself everything that he faced.
It frustrated him a lot. But he fought it every day.
And now, here he was.
His life was calming down. The young business was finally flourishing and there was no one who could take that away from him.

Still.... Arthur was not happy.
He had been so overwhelmed by this new world, that he found himself unable to grief for the people he had lost.
And by now he knew, he was the only one from the medieval times that made it back from Avalon.
No Lancelot, no Gwen, no Gwaine, no Percival....
Heck, he would have been fine with George!
But he was alone.

Arthur put his face in his hands and twirled his pencil around.

Then he opened a new browser in his computer and searched for more history books on the Arthurian legend and it's influences on the modern world.
Arthur must admit, he was a little obsessed with it. There were so many fantasy novels about it and none of them made any sense.

The years had grabbed the basics and twisted them in so many ways, that they barely resembled the truth behind it.
Arthur had shuddered, when he found books that told him how many dictators based their actions on HIS work.

Still, Arthur couldn't stop.
He still didn't know everything that had changed in the past 1500 years.
But he wanted, no, needed to know.

Arthur sighed a rattled breath. 1500 years. He still remembered the day he figured that out.
It had been only a week after he woke up in Avalon. He had asked several people for help, only to find out that he didn't speak their language.
A homeless man (a man who was now chef secretary of Arthur's company) had managed to teach him a few words. And because Avalon's magic had granted Arthur the ability to learn everything in incredibly advanced speed, Arthur was soon able to speak English fluently.