Merlin and Arthur

Merlin and Arthur

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Merlin is a young Warlock, who has already experienced almost every adventure there is. Of course not alone. His friend King Arthur Pendragon, whose Friendship had taken a while to admit, always was by his side. The only thing is Merlin is a Warlock in Camelot, the city known as the one to have destroyed Magic. It is forbidden, so Merlin can't tell anyone but Gaius, his Best older Friend. Even not Arthur, because he is the Kings son, who had set the rule of forbidding Magic. A more dramatic way that goes is when Arthur's destiny is fulfilled, by dying in war. After Merlin had experienced the one and only best friend dying infront of his eyes, he falls into deep depression. He only knows, that he misses Arthur so much and can't wait when the Once and Future King will return. Until then Merlin needs to struggle with his emotions.
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"Merlin has-" The ghost of Uther Pendragon has told Arthur that Merlin has magic. Arthur struggles to deal with it, until he's forced to once Camelot has a familiar new visitor. ~ Morgana crooned to the guard, her words cold but soothing, smile apparent in her voice. The sharp clicks of boots snapped against the cold dungeon air as a high-headed, cold-hearted sorceress stood proudly in front of the old man. Dark hair, wild like a bloodthirsty animal, contrasted sharply against her pale, creamy skin. A dangerous smile lingered on her lips, watery green eyes gleaming with malice as she tilted her head to survey her prisoner with mock sympathy. ~ Heads up, this fic is as straight as a ruler, so don't be expecting gay smut. I warned you!

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