Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Enarmored (4): the rising king

A.N.:// The art is Arthur and Merlin fighting over nothing. Not fic specific, but I thought it kind of fits. 
.... 
Actually I kinda wanna animate this. I don't even know how to animate. But you know like...
I'd kinda want them to smooch ya know. XD 
YAs in: "And now kiss." You know what I mean.

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Uther Pendragon was aware of many things in his kingdom. Many, many problems. Never once has passed a day where his desk wasn't overflowing with reports and quests and ... let's just generally call it papers.
It was a torture for his brain. If it weren't for the many feasts he held in these halls, he was certain he would have burned down the entire kingdom himself at one point or another.
Not that he hadn't.
Burned down parts of the kingdom that is.
Sorcerer's burn surprisingly well.

He sighed, as he looked over the newest reports. There had been sightings of fairies, or so the scouts claimed.
Uther bit his lip. There had been a rising in magic among his people, but also all over Albion. The perilous lands used to be the center of everything that was connected to magic in itself.
But that was three hundred years ago.
For a while the old kingdom had been dying, but now it was full of growth again.
Uther tapped on the desk with his quill, as he read the report.
This was getting out of hand.

That's the literal thought he had, right before he opened a letter that had been send to him by Lord Bayard of Mercia .
He expected bad News already, when he opened the letter. Bayard never send messages. Only when war was upon them.
But then he actually read what was written on it.

"My scouts have sensed a growth among the magical people in the perilous lands. We're afraid to assume that the magic king is rising again."

Uther heard his chair scrap over the wooden ground, before he realized that he had stood up.
Fuck fuck FUCK!
The magic king had been dying for hundreds of years! His land was bound to his power and it had been withering for a while.
If he was rising that meant magic itself would come back to Albion.
Which, naturally, included Camelot.
And the boy – Merlin – was still missing!
The boys magic was exceptional. And perhaps the only defense they had against the magic king.

In a fit of rage, Uther threw over the table and regretted it immediately. It took forever to get all the scrolls in order and the little ink bottle had now shattered on the ground and ruined parts of scrolls he had already finished.

"No no no.", he muttered regretfully and grasped on his hair. He knew what this meant.
I mean... apart from more work.
If the magic king was returning, then he had a good guess who captured Merlin.
The boy had magic. Powerful magic at that.
Of course the magic king would want strong sorcerers as his personal knights. And what idiot would refuse such an offer?
At least, compared to Merlin's career chances in Camelot.
Uther bit on his lip and began to pace.
This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.
By now Uther was convinced that Merlin had protected the kingdom for quite a while now.
But he hoped it wasn't as much as he assumed.

Because if it was.... and Merlin just got hired by another king, Camelot was doomed.

"Guards, send for Gaius. I need to talk to him."

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The lake of Avalon was pretty calm and quiet, when Arthur and the knights finally arrived.

It lay there, still and calm, surrounded by mountains and forests.
Wild flowers decorated it's shore and a soft wind brought fresh air over the land.

Hmm.... it took them long to get here. Longer than Arthur had expected.
The lake lay within Camelot's borders. They should have reached it within a day. They've already been searching for Merlin for days.
And they weren't exactly slow on their horses.