Someone Like You - Merthur Story

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As they rode back to Camelot, Arthur couldn't shake off the feeling that something had shifted between him and Merlin. He had seen something in Merlin's eyes, something that looked almost like love.

He couldn't help but wonder if Merlin felt the same way. Had he been blind to the warlock's feelings all this time?

As they approached the castle, Arthur spotted Guinevere waiting for them in the courtyard. She smiled as they dismounted, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Arthur, Merlin, what happened?" she asked, her voice eager.

Arthur filled her in on the details, leaving out the part about Merlin's eyes. He wasn't sure if he was ready to share that with anyone just yet.

Guinevere listened intently, her face growing more serious by the minute. "This is grave news," she said, her voice low. "We need to make sure that the ancient power is truly defeated."

Arthur nodded, his mind already racing with strategies. "I'll gather the knights and we'll come up with a plan," he said, his voice firm.

Merlin nodded, his eyes locked onto Arthur's. "I'll help you, Arthur," he said, his voice soft.

As they parted ways to begin their preparations, Arthur couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. He had a feeling that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

That night, as they sat in the great hall, discussing their plan of attack, Arthur found himself stealing glances at Merlin. He couldn't help but wonder if the warlock felt the same way.

Merlin, sensing his gaze, looked up, their eyes locking in a moment of pure connection. Arthur's heart skipped a beat as he saw the spark of attraction in Merlin's eyes.

It was then that he knew, without a doubt, that he had feelings for Merlin. And he suspected that the warlock felt the same way.

But what did it mean? And where would it lead them?

As the night wore on, Arthur couldn't shake off the feeling that their lives were about to change in ways they never could have imagined.

As they sat in the great hall, discussing their plan of attack, Arthur's mind was racing with ideas. He knew that they had to be strategic, to use their combined skills to defeat the ancient power once and for all.

"Alright, here's what we know," Arthur said, his voice firm. "The ancient power is tied to the land, and it's growing stronger by the minute. We need to find a way to sever its connection to the land, to cut off its power source."

Merlin nodded, his eyes locked onto Arthur's. "I think I can help with that," he said, his voice soft. "I've been studying the ancient lore, and I think I've found a way to create a spell that will disrupt the power's connection to the land."

Arthur's eyes lit up with excitement. "That's perfect," he said, his voice eager. "But we'll need to be careful. If the power senses what we're trying to do, it will stop at nothing to stop us."

Guinevere nodded, her face set in determination. "I'll gather the knights and prepare them for battle," she said, her voice firm. "We'll need to be ready to defend ourselves if the power attacks."

Arthur nodded, his mind racing with the details of their plan. "Merlin, can you work on the spell?" he asked, his voice low.

Merlin nodded, his eyes already gleaming with concentration. "I'll get started right away," he said, his voice soft.

As they parted ways to begin their preparations, Arthur couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. They were finally taking action, finally fighting back against the ancient power.

But as he walked back to his chambers, he couldn't shake off the feeling that they were missing something. That there was something they hadn't considered, something that could throw their entire plan off balance.

He pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand. They had a plan, and they were going to see it through.

But as he lay in bed that night, he couldn't shake off the feeling that they were walking into a trap.

The next morning, they gathered in the great hall, ready to put their plan into action. Merlin stood at the front, his eyes gleaming with concentration.

"Alright, here's the spell," he said, his voice soft. "It's a complex one, but I think it will work."

Arthur nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Let's do it," he said, his voice firm.

As Merlin began to chant the words of the spell, the air around them began to shimmer and shine. The ancient power, sensing what they were trying to do, let out a deafening roar.

"It's working," Guinevere shouted, her voice carrying above the din. "The power is weakening!"

But just as they thought they had succeeded, the power surged back to life, its energy crashing down on them like a wave.

Arthur stumbled backwards, his vision blurring. "What's happening?" he shouted, his voice lost in the chaos.

Merlin's eyes locked onto his, his face set in a grim expression. "I think we've triggered a failsafe," he shouted back. "The power is adapting, finding a way to overcome our spell."

Arthur's heart sank, his mind racing with the implications. They had underestimated the power, and now they were paying the price.

But he refused to give up. He knew that they could still find a way to defeat the power, to save Camelot from its grasp.

"We need to think," he shouted, his voice carrying above the din. "We need to come up with a new plan, and fast."

As the power raged on, Arthur and his friends scrambled to come up with a new strategy. But as they fought to save Camelot, they couldn't shake off the feeling that they were running out of time.