Hey guys
I just wanna say I do not own merlin or any characters. This chapter just is mostly memories but still hope you enjoy
THANKS FOR READING
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Merlin’s POV
Memory
I pulled open the door to find Arthur pouring out a drink. “Ah Merlin,” he said.
“How are you?” I asked as I closed the door behind me.
“Good,” he said as he put a grape into his mouth.
“I’m pleased,” I said.
“Yes. I owe it all to Gaius,” he said as he sat down with his drink. I smiled weirdly as I knew I had been the one to cure him not Gaius.
“I need to talk to you,” I said to him firmly.
“You still haven’t got it yet have you? I decide when we need to talk.”
“Not to day,” I said looking down at my feet.
“I sometimes wonder if you know who I am,” he said to me.
“Oh I know who you are,” I said as I walked towards him.
“Good,” he said sipping his drink.
“You’re a prat,” I said as Arthur went to drink but he stopped looking at me.
“And a royal one,” I added.
Arthur laughed saying, “Are you ever going to change Merlin?”
“No, you would get bored,” I said to him.
Second Memory
“What is wrong with you today?”
“What?” I asked
“It pains me to admit it but I do enjoy your surly retorts. In fact it’s probably your only redeemable l feature,” said Arthur.
“Thanks,” I sighed as I tossed in the sheets.
“There are loads of servants who can serve but so few are capable of making a complete prat of themselves...what is it” asked Arthur smiling as he got into the bed.
“Nothing,” I said to him firmly.
“It’s something tell me.” I didn’t reply so he spoke her. “Alright I know I’m a prince so we can’t be friends but if I wasn’t a prince,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“Well then I think we probably get on,” he said.
“So?”
“So that means you can tell me,” he said.
“Well it’s true you see if you weren’t a prince I would tell you to mind your own dame business.”
“Merlin,” said Arthur. “Are you missing Gaius?” he asked
“Something like that,” I said to him.
“Then what is it then?” he asked chucking the pillow at me.
“I can’t tell you.” I paused for a bit before I continued. “I’m worried about everyone back in Camelot I hope there alright,” I said.
“So do I.”
Third Memory
“Arthur I have to talk to you,” I said as I headed towards Arthur and stopped in front of him and the two knight’s one either side of him.
“Arrest him,” said Arthur as the knights both grabbed onto me.
“Arthur what are you doing?” I asked him.
The two knights took me to the council chamber with Arthur following. We stopped in front of the court and Uther the King and Arthur’s father.
“Is it true? You’re responsible for the inflictions that I and the other members of the court have suffered?” asked Uther.
“What...No!” I said firmly.
“Gaius,” said Uther.
Gaius pulled out a book which is a magic book. “I found this in your room. It’s a book of spells and enchantments.”
“He’s lying. That’s not Gaius,” I said.
“What are you talking about?” asked Arthur.
“He’s been possessed by a Goblin,” I said.
Fourth Memory
“What are you planning? And don’t think about lying I know you too well,” said Lancelot laying down but leaning on his side to look at me. I was lying on my back but I turned to him.
“It’s too difficult to explain,” I said to him.
“You can tell me.”
“Morgana has the cup of life. If I can find it and empty of the blood within, the armoury will be destroyed and Morgana will be powerless,” I said.
“Aren’t you forgetting something it’s guarded by an immortal army,” said Lancelot.
“Aren’t you forgetting something I have magic,” I said.
“Don’t make you immortal.”
“No,” I said to him.
“You know Merlin, you’re the one Arthur should knight. You’re the bravest of the more and he doesn’t even know it,” said Lancelot.
I suddenly woke more memories coming to me even as I was awake. All the parts of my life began to reveal all at once it all ramming into my mind like it had wanted to return there forever. I took deep breaths trying to concentrate on one at a time but it wouldn’t work.
“Merlin are you ok?” he asked me.
“Yes I’m ok...I think or I’m very certain that I’m Prince Arthur’s servant,” I said looking at him as if something suddenly darned on me. Why does he go by Jake? I mean that isn’t his name. His name is...
