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CYCLE 12 937:
Can Cycle, Merlin.
King Uther loved his son.
He was the light of his life after Ygraine, his wife, had died. The boy was expressive and had wrapped his guards and babysitters around his little fingers. Even he found his eyes softening when he spotted Arthur smiling at him with that heartwarming happiness at seeing his father. He was a fast learner too. A perfect son at age two. Then he grew and his eyes gained more knowledge, more wisdom and he was left guessing where he could’ve picked it from. Maybe Gaius, his trusted physician, who had been tasked the boy’s well being and some of his education. Education which Arthur took like a duck to water. It was honestly quite scary how fast he learned everything.
( You’re scared he’ll surpass you before his twenties )
But he was incredibly proud of his heir’s accomplishments. He was every teacher’s favourite…
Uther sighed as he watched his son play with his wooden sword, the five year old surprisingly knight-like at that too. His son was close to perfect to succeed him… if it weren’t for the fact he seemed to be thinking everyone as equal. A prince should think himself above, put himself above others to be listened. Otherwise no one obeyed his command.
(But if that actually makes people respect him more…? Threat-threat- threat-to-throne !!)
The king, the father, was resolved to show his boy how the world worked. No prince survived by being soft hearted. Kings made harsh decisions and he would see to it his son understood that.
(He couldn’t have accounted for the reaction his son had to burning magicals… those empty eyes as he watched in horror… )
( for-his-own-good-for-his-own-good…!! )
(Drew drew a conclusion when he was six and watching the woman burn . He would save as many magicals as possible from under his father’s thumb and sort things out when he was king)
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Trace-as-Morgana took one look at the six-year-old blonde prince who was to be her brother and smiled. She knew those eyes. Knew them very well. Only Frisk was somewhere else right now, then.
(Uther watched in satisfaction as his ward/daughter and son took an immediate liking to each other, sharing stories and laughing, doing excellently in their studies and looking everything siblings should. The whole castle anticipated the day the siblings would grow into a magnificent prince and princess)
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Morgana was eight and Arthur ten when they snuck to see the Great Dragon. Also known as Kilgharrah. They did not quite expect him to try and fry the girl. That was a bit of a problem, because said girl was there to set the dragon free after three years of imprisonment. Well, now that they found out about said imprisonment, or they would’ve gotten there sooner.
“What is the Once And Future King doing with The Witch in my prison?”, Kilgharrah roared and gave the two the evil eye, after he eventually calmed down. He was still irritable, though.
The two looked at each other in surprise before smiling identical smiles up at him, “We’re siblings”, they chorused.
Morgana smiled apologetically at him, “We came to set you free if you promise not to hurt Camelot’s citizens for revenge”
Arthur took over, “I’m sorry we didn’t come sooner. We only found out you were here two days ago”
The dragon did a good impression of steadily raising an eyebrow as they explained further. He let out a rumbling sigh.
“Of course something like this would come and derail the prophecies… Go ahead”, he sighed.
A bit later he gave the duo each a scale with a spell to call him for help. The two grinned and said their farewells before heading inside, sneaking two non-magical people from the cells in the process.
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Gaius was amazed and thankful of Arthur and Morgana.
They had helped so many of the sorcerers to escape and thwarted many raids with misinformation and warnings sent ahead. It let him hope that things could be different once Arthur became king. It just amazed him that two children , thirteen and eleven, could be so mature and understood the world around them…
It was also great that they asked his help with things. He was proud that they knew to find help if they were in over their heads.
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Arthur was seventeen.
He was sent on a raid to kill a druid camp. The young man inhaled and exhaled, asking his father (his king) to give him the ‘honor’ of choosing who to bring with him. Permission granted, he took Sir Leon and eight other trustworthy knights with Morgana as their magical backup. Not that King Uther knew that.
They rode off in the night and reached the site where the camp had been spotted. It was still there when they arrived. Already having been told of Arthur’s stand on magic his trustworthy knights got off their horses and went to discuss how to handle the situation. The druids were frightened at first, but warmed up quickly once they realized they really meant no harm.
Arthur returned with a few ‘valuable’ druid items as proof of their raid and gave them to his father while the camp relocated to safer parts.
Uther didn’t suspect a thing.
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Frisk-as-Merlin came to town. Arthur took one look at him, grinned, and went to ask his father to make the boy his manservant or bodyguard. It was funny how easily Uther agreed once shown to the black haired boy’s fighting capabilities. The trio made a point to learn at least some in every world. Ninja training was a very nice thing to have.
Days went by with a pattern: Magical threat, Uther panics, Cyclists take care of it either secretly or hiding how it was really done, a week of peace. Sometimes Gwen, a knight or Gaius tagged along for the thing.
Of course, they all had their fair share of thwarting executions of innocents.
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When King Uther died at the hands of a non-magical incurable illness, the kingdom mourned. For a week. And not really that much mourning was present. Actually, many rejoiced. Because Arthur would take the throne and they all knew he was the people’s king. A king that knew his people and loved them. That was what he had been as a prince after all.
Others rejoiced Arthur becoming king because they knew it would free them. The process would be slow… or not that slow since the people had been half convinced already that magic wasn’t really evil. Most of that was due to the Cyclists.
Magic would be free again in three months after Arthur started his reign. Albion would rise with the Once and Future King's, the Witch's and Emrys' lead.
The trio were just happy to label this Cycle as 'vacation'. If you could call ruling a kingdom that.
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