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Chapter Ten: "I'll Always Choose You"

Warning(s): a/b/o, fluff

Disclaimer: Merlin is not mine unfortunately

Bold is the Alpha voice being used.

Italics in "quotations" is past words or words that are being read in the person's head/thoughts.

Author's Note: I have a few chapters waiting to come out, so the uploading should be more or less consistent.

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The days spent within the Druid camp were of regeneration, and planning. Despite the advantages of this, Arthur seemed to be acting odd. The usual, insensitive behaviour Merlin had adapted so well to, was now a dreary, monotone mood. 

There were many reasons why he could be acting as such, and the first one that Merlin thought of was the Druid camp.

Magic was surrounding the Prince, every time he woke up or involved himself in public conversation, he was then apart of the treachery to which his father had raised him to despise. 

It was obvious that he was realising that looks were to be deceiving, and maybe Merlin had helped greatly with that.

So as the boys were assisted with their departure, Arthur's goodbye was short but formal.

"I do wish you would stay longer." Virre's teary eyes shone up towards her adoptive son, a sad smile pressing her lips. It seemed these feelings were mutual, Merlin sighing shakily as he wrapped his arms around the village Elder. "As much as I agree, someone has to help this ass save Camelot." He teased, referring to his master who was making sure his horse was fully ready for their ride home.

Virre nodded with a sniffle. "I know boy, just..." She sighed. "Be safe." 

Merlin nodded gratefully as they embraced one another, placing a kiss on her forehead before he leaned away. There was little chance that they would be seeing each other anytime soon, especially with magic being illegal and Arthur hoping this would be a one time thing.

As he made his way over to the second horse the Druids had gifted him for their journey, he shot a glance at the Prince expectantly. 

Arthur acknowledged this, looking off for a moment, and sighing in defeat whilst walking to the Elder. 

"Thankyou... For everything." He bowed his head, keeping his gaze lowered as the woman slowly stepped towards him, whispering in the young man's ear. 

"Your destiny lives on with him."

Seemingly shocked, he moved away to face her, wishing to question more before Merlin's voice came tumbling through his thoughts. "Arthur! We must leave now if we wish to rest tonight."

A baffled Arthur backed away, clambering on top of his horse as he frowned, beginning to exit through the barrier of the camp.

Merlin turned to see his people, a saddened gaze appearing on his face as he studied the small crowd. How much he would miss them, these were his people, no he wasn't a Druid like them, but prophecy told of what he meant to their culture, their lives. No one could ever understand what it meant to grow up here, the love and compassion he admired in every step of life. 

These people were his family, even if they didn't know it. Hopefully one day, they would be reunited.

The young sorcerer hopped onto the brown horse, gripping onto the reigns as he waved goodbye to the Druids, following Arthur's lead. 

Many things were heard as he left the camp, such as 'safe trip home' and 'don't forget to visit'. 

The worst part was that he would not be seeing them again for a long time.