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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯: 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦)
𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯
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𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧
I CAN FEEL THE change in the air, and the pull towards the lake where he lies. It is finally time. After all these years, he will be alive again, and he will remain that way unless a sorcerer kills him. I follow the pull to the lake just in time to see a blonde head rise from the water, soon followed by broad shoulders covered in chain mail, and then his chain mail clad torso. I quickly pull the towel out from under my arm and wrap it around my shoulders, my instincts kicking in.
"What is this place?" Arthur asks, confusion and disgust littering his voice. "Where is the palace? Where's Camelot?"
I gently pull him away from the water. "We need to get you out of public. A lot has changed. We can talk more when we get back to my house."
"You have a house?"
"Arthur!"
"Alright. I'm coming."
I manage to get us back to my house - more like an apartment - with little trouble. The only trouble being Arthur almost running every time a car drove by. We take the stairs instead of the elevator so he doesn't freak out more, and reach my apartment just in time. By that I mean that Arthur was about to have an attack from seeing how everyone is dressed - especially the teenage girls. The sight of them made him go red with anger, and mutter about how disrespectful and unladylike it is for them to be wearing such clothing.
I have to stop myself from laughing as the King goes from furious to overly surprised as he takes a look around my apartment. He then turns fearful as a blonde furball launches itself at me. He draws his sword and goes to attack it, but I quickly freeze his arm in mid swing, holding the furball closer. It pokes its head up and stares at Arthur with its bright orange eyes. Their eyes meet and I allow Arthur to lower his sword, his expression changing to one of curiosity.
"What creature is this?"
I laugh lowly. "This is a cat. Well, a dragon that has been reincarnated as a cat."
"What?"
A low hum sounds. 'Arthur Pendragon, the Once and Future King. You have arisen from the Lake of Avalon as Albion's need is at its greatest. You and the young warlock will need help other than myself. You may choose who you have to help you in your quest.'
Arthur stares at Kilgharrah in wonder. "What need? What quest? Who do I have to choose from?"
'Albion has turned its back on magic again, and you are the only one that can restore it. Whereas your quest is to eradicate those which still follow Uther's will to eradicate magic.'
"And those I must choose from?"
'Young Pendragon, you must choose only two Knights of Camelot and a High Priestess.'
My mind goes blank and I mentally curse Kilgharrah for dropping this on Arthur so soon. Arthur must choose between Lancelot, Gwaine, Leon, Percival and Elyan, and then from Morgana, Morgause and Nimueh. I do wish that it is my choice, not having to make Arthur be the one to choose between his friends and his enemies. The choice has already taken a toll on him, but that was inevitable.
"You don't need to choose right now," I say comfortingly.
Arthur shakes his head. "I do though."
Another low hum sounds. 'Very well, young Pendragon. Who from your Knights do you choose to have by your side once again?'
"Lancelot and... Gwaine. For Merlin's sake."
'Very well. Whom is the High Priestess you have chosen?'
"I only have two to choose from."
I roll my eyes. "Arthur, there's three. Morgana, Morgause, and Nimueh, but I don't see you wanting Nimueh."
Arthur closes his eyes. "No. I choose for Morgana to be with us."
'Very well, young Pendragon. Are you happy with your choices?'
"Yes."
Kilgharrah closes his eyes, and when they open they are shining a deep burgundy. Two spectral beings appear by my side, and a single one by Arthur's. The one beside Arthur becomes solidified and I begin to recognise it as Morgana, whereas the two beside me resemble the two Knights of Camelot. I carefully train my magic on Morgana as she breathes in and opens her eyes, making sure I am prepared if she tries to attack us. Instead, she sees Arthur and launches herself into his awaiting arms, crying softly.
The moment is broken for me by two pairs of arms wrapping themselves around my frail looking form. I look up and see a sprinkle of tears in Gwaine's eyes, and a giant grin on Lancelot's face. I release Kilgharrah and allow the two Knights to hug me to their heart's content; which was probably a bad idea as neither of them want to never let me go. I manage to convince them to let Arthur and Morgana have their reunion in peace, so they follow me to my bedroom.
Gwaine is the first to speak. "Merlin, it's good to see you, old friend."
I smile at the surly man. "It's good to see you too, Gwaine. It's been too long."
"How long has it been since we died?" Lancelot asks, his expression changing to one of worry and confusion.
