His parents had drawn their children close, and murmured, There is said to be a boy, a little older than you two. He has magic, he is magic, and he is destined to bring both Camelot and magic to their finest glory. He will stand side by side - heart to soul - with a golden king, and by their hands, all of Albion will be united.
Who is the golden king? Gareth had wanted to know. When will he come?
He is already here, dearest. You’ve met him. He’s Prince Arthur.
Gareth has seen Merlin fight for Camelot today - for her knights and their honor and the trust of their king. He is certain to his very core that Merlin must be the boy, a little older than Gareth - the boy who is magic, and stands heart to soul with King Arthur.
Merlin was only a boy when he moved to Camelot- there he met another boy, and the two had hit it off splendidly. They shared stories, went on adventures in the village, and always talked about moving away and exploring Albion.
When Merlin moves back home to care for his mother, he can’t bring himself to leave Ealdor. After Hunith’s death, Merlin goes back to Camelot to find his childhood friend, only to find him replaced by a snobbish prat of a King- one with no memory of their friendship either.
Will Merlin be able to handle another loss in his life? Or will he be willing to fight for this one?
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