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It is 2017. Arthur Pendragon rises from the lake of Avalon in a strange and unfamiliar land, and is greeted by his servant and best friend Merlin. Merlin, who over the years has become insane and depressed, is overjoyed by his master's return. At first. As time goes by, Arthur continues to prove how useless he is in the 21st century. However hard he tries, he continues to mess things up and get arrested. Arthur starts to feel absolutely useless compared to the warlock, especially after finding out about his abilities. Hopelessness starts taking over his mind, until he convinces himself he has no purpose without his Camelot, and is only a weight on his friend's shoulders. However confused he may be, he knows one thing. He has to leave this place. Now. All characters belong to BBC. This is slash fan fiction and involves homosexuality. If you don't like it don't read it.
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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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