Merthur-Arthur rises

This is my first fan fiction on wattpad, I don't own the characters and I'm sorry if anything's wrong. I do not own the cover. p.s. Merlin is still young in my version, not an old man.

(Set in present time)

Merlin pulled his bulky warm coat around him as the autumn wind whipped around him, slicing through his clothes like daggers. Red and orange leaves littered the ground, staining the green grass in the park.

He didn't know why he was at the park at seven o clock in the morning but he woke up in a sweat, terrified from a nightmare he couldn't remember, and had a sudden...urge?... To go to the park.

He walked through the trees on the narrow dirt track, crunching leaves under his dark boots.

He heard a noise and came to a halt, alert in case he needed to use his magic.

He felt it bubbling under the surface of his skin.

He heard the moan again but it sounded more like someone in pain.

Merlin cautiously walked round the tree from which the sound came from and to his surprise found Arthur slumped against a tree, his head in his hands.

Merlin was shocked to see his friend and master that he had waited so long for back in his life so suddenly.

He felt a fluttering in his chest and tried to force a goofy grin off his face and fight the urge to trap him in a hug.

The smile went down easily when Merlin considered the fact that Arthur might not remember all he had done for him.

"Can I help you?" Merlin asked as he knelt at Arthur's side.

"Ur...." Arthur's gaze settled on Merlin, peaking out from beneath his blonde fringe.

"Please..?"

The former king held his hand out to a deflated looking Merlin.

I knew he might not remember me. Don't let it get to you.

Merlin took his hand and gently tugged him up.

"I know you."

Arthur sounded puzzled as though trying to remember.

Merlin smirked and out of habit looked at his feet before letting go of his hand and shoving his own hands in his pockets.

"You do?"

"Yes..."

The two men stood in silence for a few minutes before Merlin asked Arthur how he came to be in the park lying on the ground.

"I don't know... One second we're in the forest and all I could feel was pain then it was gone... And so were you."

"Me?"

Merlin stood astounded.

Maybe Arthur did remember after all.

"Yes, of course you were there. Don't you remember? After you told me you were a....sorcerer."

"Arthur..." His voice came out in a whisper.

Arthur clenched his jaw and looked hard at the ground.

Merlin had trailed off half wanting to shout at Arthur. To tell him how long he waited, wasted!

A sudden wave of anger and courage came over him.

"Arthur, it's 2014."

"What?"

Arthur snapped his head up surprised his servant would talk to him like that.

"The year, it's 2014."

Arthur took a minute to process this before sighing an almost inaudible no.

"That's impossible!" He protested.

" no it's not!" Snapped Merlin.

"It's happening! And I've waited thousands of years for your royal arse to show up so now you're going to come with me and stop being such a clot pole!"

Merlin turned on his heel leaving a stunned Arthur trailing behind him.

Five minutes later a small voice came from behind him.

"Um... Merlin, where are we going?.."

"My house."

"Merlin,....what's that?"

Merlin sighed, it seemed he would have to explain everything to this prat.