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Merlin ran through the halls with arms full of Arthur’s freshly polished armor. He was late because he spent too long with Aithusa this morning, Merlin couldn’t help it, he hated leaving her all alone in the forest so he tried to visit as much as possible. When he entered he saw Arthur reading a parchment, his brow furrowed with curiosity. 

"What's that, Arthur?" Merlin said, unceremoniously dumping Arthur’s armor on the bed.

Arthur didn’t even look up, "If you must know, it's an invitation, Merlin. From the kingdom of Seaport inviting us to a tournament."

Merlin's eyebrows raised with a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. Seaport is a oceanside kingdom far away, so far away even news of Seaport hardly made it to Camelot. From what Merlin knew, it was a small kingdom that was able to stay standing for generations since it was impossible to invade as it was protected by the ocean on one side and the mountains on the other. 

"A tournament? What kind of tournament?" Merlin asked. 

Arthur threw the invitation at Merlin, "According to this invitation, it's a grand spectacle. They're inviting the best of the best from all realms to fight for a prize so grand they don’t dare advertise it on the invitations."

Merlin was intrigued, "Sounds thrilling. Are we going, then?"

"Of course we are! It's a chance for Camelot to put its strength on display, and it will be an opportunity to witness incredible feats of valor and skill."

"And maybe for you to win another tournament to add to your ego?" Merlin smirked.

Arthur thumped him on the head, "Well, if the opportunity presents itself, who am I to deny my unmatched talent? See to preparations immediately. Rally the knights and gather our finest equipment. We'll show this kingdom what Camelot is made of."

The problem with far away kingdoms was that they were so far away . They had been riding for what seemed like a lifetime, their only respite was stopping at inns or making camp at night.

“Can we stop yet? I swear my butt is going to fall off” Merlin said, leaning forward on his horse. 

“Oh stop your whining we just stopped at the stream,” Arthur said. 

“That was hours ago!” Merlin said but Arthur’s reply was interrupted as Leon, who was at the front, stopped his horse. 

“Do you hear that?” Leon shushed the group and rode forward.

The sounds of distress reached their ears, drawing their attention towards a clearing. Riding through the bushes at the edge of the forest, they stumbled upon a scene of peril and desperation. Bandits, with malicious grins etched upon their faces, surrounded a group of unarmed people. Merlin quickly identified them as druids, based on their clothes. 

Without hesitation Arthur’s horse leaped into the clearing and he jumped off. Raising excalibur. "Hold! What right do you have to stop these people!"

What seemed to be the leader spoke, not lowering his sword where it was pointed under a druid’s chin, "Well, well, what have we here? Knights this far in the forest? Are you lost?"

“Seems like we are right where we need to be. Can’t say the same for you though.” Gwaine smirked as blades were drawn.

In a blink of an eye it was an all out battle. Swords clashed, and the air filled with the sound of steel meeting steel. Merlin ushered the druids to the safety of the forest while the knights engaged in the clearing. The knights may be outnumbered but common bandits didn’t stand a chance so he focused on getting the druids to safety.

Once they were hidden behind trees, the oldest druid spoke, "Emrys... You have come to our aid. We cannot thank you enough."

“It’s nothing, really. A favor to us really, those men could use a fight after the monotonous days of travel we have been through.”

"But you are Emrys! We have heard grand tales of your acts with the Once and Future King.” A younger druid behind him said. 

“Really, it’s nothing. Please call me Merlin. It is very important Arthur doesn’t know.”

The older druid smiled, a knowing smile,  "We understand, Emrys. Your secret is safe with us."

As the battle continued, the combined forces of Arthur and the knights proved too formidable for the bandits. With each swing of the sword it became more obvious the bandits didn’t stand a chance. The knights returned to their horses, where Merlin and the druids awaited them.

The same druid spoke, "We owe you our lives, brave warriors. Thank you."

Arthur wiped the blood off his sword with a cloth and sheathed it, "It was our duty to protect those in need, even if not in Camelot. You’re druids, then?"

"Yes, sire. We were traveling to the kingdom of Seaport to bear witness to a grand tournament."

"They invited druids to a tournament?" Merlin said wearily.

"We seek to observe the festivities, it is a rare occurrence in these times. But we must get going, thank you again for your help,” the druid bowed and nodded to Arthur and the knights, and made eye contact with Merlin before quickly disappearing into the forest. . 

The knights shrugged at the sudden exit, but got back on their horses and continued on. Merlin knew they were getting close as the plants slowly looked more foreign to him. In the back of his mind he wondered why the peace loving druids would want to watch a tournament of swords. 

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Finally from a distance they could see the white pointed tips of several towers as the kingdom of Seaport came into view. Its presence, perched on a seaside cliff, was a marvel to behold. The city's walls, gleaming in a pristine white, stood tall against the crashing waves below. Merlin smiled as he breathed the sea air, it buzzed with elemental magic, and he stared off into the vast ocean. 

Walking through the ornamented main gate, they were greeted by citizens donning vibrant garments and kind smiles. The knight at the gate accepted the invitation as their entry was announced, “I present to you King Arthur of Camelot and his Royal Majesty's Knights of Camelot!” 

Necklaces made of shells and dried flowers were placed on their necks as servants removed their packs and led their horses away. Lancelot herded Merlin along with them as he marveled at the courtyard, adorned with colorful banners and bustling with activity. It was not just the magic of the ocean, this whole kingdom and its people seemed to radiate magic. It felt good and pure, but it did put him on edge.

That was when one of the servants floated the remainder of their packs off the horses and into the castle entryway. Merlin watched with wide eyes and looked to Arthur, whom Merlin could tell was putting on his best ‘unfazed’ look.

“Oh don’t look so scared Merlin, are you afraid of a little magic?” Arthur said, misinterpreting Merlin’s fear. 

“Are you concerned?” 

“It’s not my kingdom, we are guests here. Even if they have some… backwards laws, we have to respect them,” Arthur said and turned to his knights quieter, “but as always remain on guard.”

Just then the castle's main doors opened revealing a tall robust women in an extravagant gown. With grace she walked down the steps and offered a slight curtsey.

“King Arthur of Camelot! I am honored by your presence. I am Queen Isabel of Seaport. Welcome to our quaint seaside kingdom."

Arthur bows respectfully and kisses the Queen’s extended hand, "Thank you, Queen Isabel. We are honored to receive an invitation to such a grand tournament."

The Queen smiled, “We wanted the best of the best and after all the tales I have heard from Camelot, of course we had to invite you.”

Arthur beamed and Merlin rolled his eyes, this was so going to his head. Gwaine gave him a playful elbow and Merlin glared, it was going to go to all of their heads. 

“But please, you have had a long journey, let my attendant show you to your rooms. You arrived with just enough time to freshen up before the arrivals feast.”

The knights were in high spirits as they got dressed in their formal attire. Merlin was in equally high spirits as he looked out of the window down at the kingdom. Many people were using magic for mundane tasks and for creating grand displays as part of the tournament festivities. He sighed, and Lancelot came to pat him on the back. 

“You alright?” Lancelot asked, talking over Gwaine asking what kind of wine they had in a place like this to Elyan in the adjoining room.

“Yeah, it’s just look at all this” he gestures to the courtyard where a man is creating bubbles out of thin air, “I can’t have that.”

Lancelot knew what remained unsaid, and patted Merlin on the back. “You’ll have it one day, I am sure.”

“I grow less sure everyday,” Merlin said and turned, picking up Arthur's belt and moving toward the rest of the knights, leaving Lancelot with a face of pity.

The feast was grand. Usually Merlin had to serve during feasts, but the Queen had insisted everyone visiting should take a seat. So that is how Merlin ended up in between Elyan and Gwaine looking very under-dressed. One table over from where Arthur, the Queen, and several other royals sat at the head table. 

“Your kingdom is truly remarkable, Your Highness. The white walls and the beauty of the sea... it's unlike anything I've ever seen.” Arthur said to Isabel.

 “Seaport is humbled by your kindness,” the Queen raised a hand and refilled her crystal goblet with a flick of the wrist. Arthur watched the gold in her eyes flash and fade, uneasy, but trained to hide it.

“We don’t see much magic where I am from, as it is banned in Camelot. How do you regulate the laws for magical evils?”

The Queen’s forehead creased with confusion, “News travels slow between our kingdoms I’m afraid. I didn’t know magic was still banned. How does Emrys work around the ban?”

Now it was Arthur’s turn for confusion, “I have heard that name, but you must be mistaken. I do not know of Emrys, other than some druid murmuring, but he certainly doesn’t operate within Camelot.”

Queen Isabell seemed unsure, but the look quickly came and left, “Must be a misunderstanding, you know how unreliable faraway gossip can be. I will say I am surprised you arrived for a magic tournament if this is the case though.”

Arthurs confusion remains, “Magic tournament? Is this not a tournament of swords?”

“Oh dear me there really seems to be a misunderstanding! Seaport has long hosted grand magical tournaments, I believe it is safe to say we are as known for our magic tournaments as Camelot is for their sword tournaments. I see the error now. My greatest apologies, you and yours are more than welcome to stay for the festivities if you do not wish to compete.”

“A misunderstanding on my part,” Arthur said diplomatically, hiding his disappointment, “Thank you for your hospitality. We shall stay to watch and enjoy the festivities,” At least it will be a good opportunity to delegate with other distant kingdoms of Albion. And scope out how powerful sorcerers they employ, Arthur thought.

Elyan leaned over to Merlin, laughing “Did you hear that Merls? The queen just told Arthur it’s a tournament of magic! Arthur must be fuming!” 

“What do you mean, mate, we came all this way! I was excited to fight!” Gwaine said, “Guess we'll just have to sit back and take a break for once, oh dreary us.”

Elyan laughed and tipped his goblet to Gwaine, meanwhile Merlin choked on his chicken. Arthur must be fuming indeed. Lancelot sent him a meaningful look, but Merlin just smiled back. He couldn’t help it, he was excited to see some real magic being performed. 

The feat continued in merriment, dish after dish was served, fantastical plates full of foreign flavors new to Merlin and the knights. Besides pungent salted fish, seafood was rare in Camelot. Merlin tried all sorts of new food of the sea, such as clams, crab, and dragon crab, which had claws like a crab but a long tail. He laughed as Elyan picked up a spiny creature and put it on Percival’s plate, who up until that point refused anything that wasn’t a land animal. In his fervor Percival flicked it with his fork and it ended up on Leon’s lap, who immediately yelped. Arthur sent a glare in their direction, but Merlin could see it lacked heat. 

After some time, tables were cleared of plates and talk continued through the hall. Queen Isabell stood up and the hall quieted. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests from kingdoms across Albion, I welcome you to the enchanting kingdom of Seaport! Today marks the beginning of a grand celebration, the Tournament of Magic."

The crowd erupted in applause.

"To all the brave competitors who have traveled from distant lands, I commend your courage and skill. You have answered our call, and your presence here brings us great joy. Together, we shall witness remarkable displays of prowess and witness the true marvels magic can achieve."

The crowd erupted once more, their cheers echoing throughout the hall. Only Merlin could notice how uncomfortable Arthur looked, but in Arthurs mind he was wondering how so many people could have magic in this old and peaceful kingdom if it always corrupted. 

Queen Isabella continued, "But what is a tournament without a worthy prize? We have kept you waiting long enough. Today, I stand before you to reveal the grand prize—a treasure unlike any other. The victor of this tournament shall be rewarded with a rare and precious gift—a dragon egg."

Gasps and whispers rippled through the crowd. Merlin’s eyes widened as the queen’s servant came up behind her, holding a pillow where a red dragon egg sat.

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The rest of the feast went by in a flash, Merlin’s mind was too preoccupied. Dragon egg, where did they get a dragon egg! The feast had moved on to the next hall where musicians wove beautiful tunes and inter-kingdom mingling and dancing was taking place. Merlin dodged Gwaine’s attempts to get him to dance with some Seaport women, and sought out Lancelot standing in the corner. 

Merlin leaned in, his frantic voice barely above a whisper "Lancelot, I need to speak with you.”

 "So what are you going to do about the egg?" At times like these Merlin was so thankful Lance knew about his magic and was here for him. 

Merlin glanced around, ensuring their conversation remained private before continuing.

“What can I do! I have to have it, only a Dragonlord can hatch it. If the tournament goes through it could end up in a far off kingdom and dragons could go extinct without it ever hatching."

“Well I doubt the Queen will just hand it over without you having to reveal yourself. Are you sure it’s not time to tell Arthur about you?”

“That’s not even the question here, Lance,” Merlin said hastily, “Maybe I could steal it.”

“And if you are caught it would likely throw Camelot into war, in the best case scenario.”

“Fine! But then what!”

“You could enter the tournament?” Lancelot suggested. 

Merlin looked unsure, but after a few long moments his eyes met the same old druid they saved on the way over “I have an idea.”

Arthur was enjoying the feast, when a druid came over to the queen, they chatted briefly and the druid bowed and walked away. 

Then Queen Isabel turned to Arthur, “It seems your Emrys has shown up after all! The druid delegates just told me he is signing up for the tournament! What a spectacle it will be indeed!” 

Arthur was just as suspicious as he was curious but did not say anything. It seemed he would finally be getting his answers on whom this Emrys fellow was.

The next morning, beautiful morning light radiated off the white walls of the Seaport Citadel tower. Overhead Sea birds flew, their caws in melody with the rushing water below. A calm sea breeze joined natures song. Over all this in the guest wing, King Arthur's voiced echoed.

“ Mer lin! You are getting snot all over my formal armor!” 

A loud sneeze followed, along with a croak, “I’m sorry, sire.”

Merlin had cast a sickness spell on himself and it seems to have worked a little too well. He just wanted a runny nose, and now his nose wouldn’t stop. He did enjoy messing with Arthur, whom Merlin knew was secretly a bit weary of the sick. 

“It doesn’t sound like Merlin is well enough to attend to you at the tournament today, sire.” Lancelot helpfully added. 

“A keen observation, sir Lancelot,” Arthur said with disgust at Merlin wiping his nose with his sleeve, “Are you going to be alright staying here?”

“Yes, I’ll just be sleeping, thought I will be sad to miss the tournament.”

“Sure, knowing you you made yourself sick because you’re so scared of magic!” Arthur slapped Merlin on the back, “Get back in bed, I will have an attendant bring you food midday.”

“That is unnecessary, sire, I have all the remains of breakfast. They will last me the day.”

“Very well, just stay inside. They have some strange laws here and the last thing I need is you giving Camelot a bad name.”

“At least I’m not a prat,” Merlin said through a cough.

“What was that?” 

“At least buy me a souvenir!” Merlin said louder, with a cheery smile. Arthur shoved him in bed, and finished dressing himself.

“We’ll bring you back something good, Merls!” Gwaine patted Merlin on the back.

The rest of the knights gave their goodbyes, Lancelot leaving last with a quick smile, “Good luck.” He will need it. 

Merlin waited 5 minutes and hopped out of bed, cleared himself of the fake illness, and donned a dark green cloak he borrowed from the druids yesterday. He spelled the hood to stay up no matter what, and he made his way out of the room.

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Merlin rushes where the competitors' tent is located after having asked directions several times. All the servants in the kingdom seem to really respect druids, which Merlin can appreciate. He runs into the tent but is stopped at the door by a large man.

“Competitors only!” The man says in a deep voice.

“I am a competitor, I should be on the list as Emrys.”

“You got some kind of nerve competing under that name, I tell you that, kid. But you’re on the list so come on in.”

“Uh thanks,” Merlin says and enters the tent. Immediately he notices the tent is bigger on the inside. Merlin looks up in awe at the high ceiling, small white lights float in the upper tent to provide light. 

He walks around gingerly, smiling under his hood as he watches as dozens of other sorcerers practice little tricks as they get warmed up for the event. He stares in wonder at a man whispering a lengthy spell and with each syllable a bit of cloud comes out of his fingertips until it condenses in front of him and begins to rain. Merlin started walking toward the man, keen to learn that spell, when he bashes straight into someone and falls on his back. 

“Hey! Watch it!” Merlin hears the woman yell, but all he can see is a shadow standing over him. The woman offers out a hand, Merlin accepts, she lifts him off the ground easily. 

“You okay? You almost ran right into my ring of fire. That's why we don't all walk around with hoods on.” 

“I’m alright, I’m sorry for messing up your spell. The hood is… a requirement.” 

“Oh I know you, you’re that man walking around with the name Emrys. My name is Celestia, Court Sorcerer of Northumberland.” Celesita offers a handshake as Merlin takes in the sight of the tall redhead in elaborate felt robes. She is taller than any women he has seen in Camelot and wonders if all women from Northumberland are this tall. 

“Nice to meet you Celestia, can you show me that spell you were working on?”

Celestia makes a ring with her two hands and shouts “ liegfyr bringweorjmng ” and a ring of fire spouts from her fingertips and moves forward through the tent. 

“ Geliesan! ” A man shouts on the opposite end of the tent and Celestia’s fire ring is immediately dissolved. The man comes stomping in their direction. Merlin sees he is in elaborate robes with gold embroidery, and a gold circlet sits atop his head with large feathers sticking out of it. Merlin has to hold back a laugh at the way the feathers flounce with his angry walk. 

“You almost burned my royal peacock feathers!” The man shouts at Celestia, “Oh, it’s you . Northumberland still can’t find a real court sorcerer I see.”

“A pleasure as always, Magnus.” Celestia rolls her eyes, “Emrys this is Magnus of Orkney.”

“That is Sir Magnus Royal Prince and his Majesty's Royal Sorcerer of Orkney to you. Oh and you are the child masquerading as the great Emrys. I hope you know that is offensive to my people and it will be a pleasure sending you home in the first round.”

“Pleasure is all mine!” Merlin said in his happiness voice, and Magnus turned away with a scoff. As he turned away Merlin changed his shimmering feathers into chicken feathers, which stuck out in awkward angles off the prince’s head. 

Celestia giggled, “He’s had that coming for a long time! I’m so sick of his feathers. You’ll have to show me that one sometime.”

“Only if you show me the fire ring!”

“Deal! But first we better get on the field, I heard the first bell go off.”

He followed Celestia out the opposite side of the tent and it opened up to the tournament arena. It was even larger than the typical jousting field, the arena was surrounded on all sides by stands filled with people. Even in the vast arena, Merlin was able to pick Arthur out immediately, sitting next to the knights in a royal box next to Queen Isabel’s royal box. 

Celestia pushed him along and all the sorcerers lined up facing the royal box. There were around 3 dozen in the line, Merlin swallowed and looked towards Arthur again. All this risk won’t be worth it if he can’t beat these sorcerers who probably have much more experience than him. Next to Arthur he caught Lancelot’s eye who gave him a little thumbs up, Merlin smiled knowing no one could see it. He was Emrys, he could do this.

Another bell rang and the Queen stood up, the stands quieted. When she spoke, there was a magic to her voice that resonated, allowing all in attendance to hear her clearly.

“Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, and noble competitors, welcome to the grand Seaport Tournament! It is with great joy and anticipation that I stand before you today, as we gather from faraway lands to celebrate the mystical arts in this Tournament of Magic.

In the spirit of unity and friendship, we have extended invitations to kingdoms near and distant, seeking to embrace the diverse and captivating talents of sorcerers, mages, and enchanters alike. It is my hope that this tournament will not only showcase the magic of our own realm but also foster bonds that transcend borders and strengthen the ties between our kingdoms.

There are 3 rounds in the tournament. Each round will require you to demonstrate your mastery over your craft and only the greatest of sorcerers in each round will progress to the next. Only the greatest will be deemed worthy of the precious prize, a dragon egg. It was found in a forest cave not far from here that will remain secure in the castle vault until a winner is found. 

May the talent, skill, and camaraderie displayed here serve as a beacon of hope and understanding, lighting the path towards a future of peace. Let the magic weave its tales, and may the bonds formed here resonate throughout the lands, reminding us all that together, we are stronger and more extraordinary than we could ever be alone.

So, let the Tournament of Magic begin!”

Sorcerers on either side of the queen created sparkles in the air that burst and popped as eyes turned to the center of the field. 

A stern armored man addressed the sorcerers, “I am Sir Zepher of Her Majesty's Royal Guard. I will be outlining the rules of each round, if you have any questions you bring them to me.”

Zephyr projected his voice, “Round 1 will put your control of your magical abilities to the test. Sure, big and flashy magic can be impressive, but what is truly impressive is agility and finesse. Each contestant will stand before a pillar, at the top of the pillar there is a carefully balanced crystal teapot. Those who can deliver your unbroken teapot to me by the end of the third bell chime will move on to the next round. Sounds simple, yes? Do take great care, the teapots are made out of an unnatural crystal, and the slightest tremor could cause the teapot to fall. Questions?”

After questions were answered Merlin found himself in front of a wooden pillar. It was much taller than he had thought, it had to be at least 10 times his height. Merlin could barely see the glint of the crystal tea pot at the top, it teetered slightly in the breeze. He had been hoping to get by on big and flashy. 

He looked around and watched the other contestants busy at work. The man closest to Merlin had a bead of sweat dripping down his face, hands moving in a small circular fashion as he focused on directing a small tornado. The tornado began lifting the teapot, but it slipped and the teapot began its free fall. In a panic, he ran to catch the teapot, only to have it shatter in his hands on impact. Merlin winced and he heard the man scream in pain and failure, then he walked off the field. 

Over a magical loudspeaker, Merlin hears the announcer say, “Oh no! Looks like Sir Galadriel of Cadbury is out! He looked winded on that one! Shows what a tough competition this is folks.”

Merlin scanned the remaining competitors, eyes landing on the feather cap of the prince, the man somehow made Arthur look less prat-ly. Magnus was weaving a spell that began shimmering a liquid metal ball in front of him. He shot the ball straight up to the pillar and the teapot turned to metal, it wobbled for just a moment before it fell to the ground. It hit the ground with a satisfying thump. Magnus picked it up and handed it over to an officiant who shook his head. Magnus rolled his eyes and turned it back to crystal. The officiant accepted the teapot and Magnus gloated his way to centerfield.

“Our first success comes from Sir Magnus Royal Prince of Orkney, that should be no surprise. Lets see who joins him on to the next round,” The announcer says over the loudspeaker.

Merlin’s hands are sweating. He never formally trained, he didn’t know any fancy spells. The sound of teapots shattering and the crowd cheers were overwhelming his ears. The second bell chime sounded, reminding him he didn’t have that much time.

Then he felt it, a sudden gust of magical wind. Others didn’t seem to notice it but Merlin could taste the magic in it, before he had a chance to look around, his teapot came crashing to the ground. In a panic, Merlin stopped time. The air stilled, the crowd froze, in an instant the sound had gone from overwhelming to peaceful. Most importantly, his teapot was still, mere feet above the ground. Merlin walked over to it, grabbing it with steady hands, and let time wash over him once again. 

“A gust of wind is causing Emry’s teapot to fall- oh wait, it fell, but he grabbed it? A success from Emrys, did it so fast my eyes couldn’t even follow!” The announcer says as the crowd cheers. 

Merlin walked over to the centerfield, where the other successful sorcerers stood, the group really slimmed down. Finally, the third bell chimed and the last teapot came crashing to the ground. 

“Congratulations to all those that made it to the next round! The next round will be held after lunch, please enjoy the festivities.” 

Merlin didn’t have time to enjoy this success as he evaded the cheering fans to slip back into his room. A short time later Percival and Lancelot arrived with a peeled potato on a stick, dipped in some sticky red sauce Merlin couldn't identify, “It’s festival food!” Percival said, holding it out. Merlin couldn’t help the wide smile on his face, though bittersweet, he wished he didn’t have to lie to his friends. 

One day he would tell them, just not today.

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“Okay Percival we better get back out there, Arthur will be cross with us if we are late to the 2nd round,” Lancelot said as the two stood up.

“Feel better Merlin!” Percival said as Lancelot herded him out of the room, giving Merlin a good luck thumbs up on his way out. 

Merlin thanked Lancelot, he may have found out his magic by accident but Merlin has been thankful for his help a hundred times over. He couldn’t let his guard down, someone had created a magical wind to sabotage his teapot. It was unclear if it was just him being sabotaged or if it was also everyone else. 

He donned his hooded cloak, and slipped out of the servants entrance. 

The crowd returned to the stands with reinvigorated energy. Arthur sat in his royal box feeling out of place. He was brought some strange fruits and cheeses, with a side of some salted meats, but he only picked at them. Lancelot and Percival returned from checking in on Merlin, saying he was bored in bed but still feeling sick. He wished Merlin was by his side, he probably would have made some snide comments about the royals in the box next to them, or a remark about that competitor’s pompous feather. Instead Arthur had to contend with watching Leon take the mead away from Gwaine for the upteenth time. 

At least he overheard the next round was a dueling round. Arthur loved to watch a sword duel, it couldn't be so different with magic. Except magic was evil, Arthur thought in a voice that sounded a lot like his father. He looked around at all the colorful displays of magic being used to warm up the crowd while the rules were being explained to the competitors. Some children in the stands were making shimmers of various flag colors to cheer on their kingdom's competitor. 

It’s not that Arthur thought all magic was evil all the time- but surely it corrupted? So many sorcerers had made attempts on his life that it couldn't be coincidence. A chime took Arthur from his thoughts, the duels were starting. He watched a man run from behind the competitor's tent with curiosity. 

Zephyr stood on a crate over the competitors, “The second round is the round of duels. Each competitor will be randomly selected for a 1-1 duel with another competitor, this will happen 3 times. If you win 2 out of 3 of your duels you will move on to the next round. 2 losses and you will be out of the competition for good. Duels will compete until either a challenger forfeits or is unable to battle. We are looking for clean battles, absolutely no killing or major wounds, but keep in mind this is a tough competition so injuries will happen. Healer’s tent is in that corner. You can forfeit at any time. Ask your questions and we will randomly select pairings.”

A duel Merlin was more confident in, it couldn’t be much different from saving Arthur from rogue sorcerers, and this time he didn’t have to worry about hiding. 

“To start us off, Emrys and Magnus to the field!”

He spoke too soon. 

Magnus stood at his side of the field with a smirk Merlin wished he could wipe off. 

“Looks like it was meant to be, Emrys ,” he snarled, “I am going to make mince out of you, imposter.”

Magnus threw his hands forward with a yell “liegcwalu!” A fireball rushed toward Merlin, who stood at the ready. 

Merlin created a force wall and sent it at the fire ball, but instead of pushing Magnus and the fireball back, he was thrown backwards by his own spell. Merlin flew through the air and thumped hard against the arena wall. He crumpled to the ground, what happened.  

“The great and mighty Emry’s can’t handle a little fireball?” Magnus laughed as he stalked forward. 

Getting up, Merlin threw a wave of water hoping to knock Magnus off his feet, but the water surged toward him and Merlin was found himself drenched, coughing up water. He heard the stands behind him cheer as they were soaked as well. 

My magic is only coming back at me, or was it just reversing? Merlin thought frantically as Magnus threw another fireball at him. There’s one way to find out!

Merlin threw a wave of water at himself, and the water changed directions and put out Magnus’ fireball. 

“I have more than just fire!” Magnus yells along with the beginnings of a complicated sounding spell. 

He couldn’t let Magnus finish that spell. Merlin turned around so his back was to Magnus, the crowd went wild. Here goes nothing…

Merlin called down lightning, with his back turned it hit directly in front of Magnus, who was thrown back. Crumpled in a pile a few feet away, the crowd silenced as Magnus did not get up. Merlin ran over with a hand outstretched, the hand was batted away by Magnus as he fell to the ground again.

“The winner of this first duel is Emrys of the Druids!” The announcer broke the silence that had followed the lightning burst, crowed cheering followed. “The next duel is Caydid of Northumberland and Turik of Aricadia.”

Merlin quickly walked back to the tent, where Lancelot got his attention at a slit in the tent wall. “I wanted to see if you were okay, that was some bang you took.”

“Something is happening out there, my magic is reversing itself. Its almost like…” Merlin had a thought, it was just like what happened with Uther’s death. 

“Help search me for a charm, a token or something small and metal.” Merlin ran his hands in his pockets, under his cuffs, even in his shoes. 

“Here!” Lancelot pulled a small charm off the base of his cloak, “Someone must have pinned it on to you.”

Grabbing the offending item, Merlin could feel the magic off of it.

"Yeah this is it, someone is definitely trying to sabotage me. But I can't bring it to the Queen without some leads. She won't be able to do anything with just this and it'll let the cheater know we are onto them."

“Who do you think would be so dishonorable?” 

“It is a little suspicious it was put there right before my duel with Magnus, keep an eye on him, I have to get back out there any minute.”

“Be careful, if they are really after you, who knows how far they will go.”

Merlin won his 2nd duel easily, knocking out the son of some Seaport noble. Since he won his first 2 he didn’t have to compete in a 3rd, but he stayed and watched the showing of magic. He cheered when Celestia won her 3rd duel, and glared when Magnus bumped his shoulder after he won his 3rd duel. 

“You got a lucky shot, you aren’t going to win this.”

“Oh hello, sire! You did fantastic, especially in that first round. Emrys is tough but you lasted so long!” Lancelot said in his sweetest voice while standing at his full stature in formal knight wear. Causing Mangus to thank him awkwardly and walk away. Yes, Merlin loves Lancelot. 

That evening at dinner the competitors still remaining sat at a long table adjacent to the royal table Arthur sat at. There were 8 of them remaining, too many for comfort, but not that many places left to hide. Merlin was glad for his hood. He was doing his best to not be caught looking over at Arthur, who was less subtle in his staring. He knew Arthur had questions for Emrys, maybe demands for information, he just had to return to his room before Arthur had a chance to come over. He was never more grateful for formalities, which kept Arthur seated at the royal table while they ate.

“I don’t even care about the prize! I just want a victory for Northumberland. And father said if I win I can have a new war horse.” Merlin tuned back into the conversation around him. If he couldn’t win, maybe he could help someone who didn’t want the egg, but that was risky if they changed their mind. He needed quite a bit of time alone with the egg in a safe place to convince it to hatch. 

“It’s one of the most rare objects, which makes it valuable, which means it belongs to a royal family like mine for protection of cultural treasure,” Magnus turned his nose up.

“My noble family has druidic ties to the old religion, we will keep it safe like the sacred artifact it is, not treasure!” Another competitor, Turik of Aricadia, said and Merlin rolled his eyes. Lord squabbles were all the same, magic or no. 

Merlin looked over to the knights and saw Percival moving to stand. He had a whole plate of food he was covering with a napkin. He saw Lancelot say something, but Percival stayed standing. He must be going to bring that food back to ‘sick’ me. Merlin panicked. He watched Percival take his leave, followed by Lancelot then Gwaine a moment later. 

Merlin started to follow, “You can’t leave yet! The party has barely begun.” The competitor next to him said. 

He saw Arthur look over, and shout “Wait, Emrys!”

“Sorry, too much mead!” Merlin said and fled toward the hall, if he was careful with a few spells he could beat the knights to the antichamber. 

“He said he was fine a few hours ago, let’s just go back to the feast,” Lancelot said as he followed Percival down the hall. 

“Nonsense, he will enjoy this food. Remember how much he liked those red berries the first night. Here, I snuck him half the tray!” Percival said with cheer, not slowing down his gait.

“I just think Arthur will not appreciate over half of his knights leaving a feast impolitely early.”

“Oh Lancey you are such a worry, he will probably be grateful we can entertain Merls. Poor guy stuck in bed while we get to run around a new kingdom.” Gwaine said as he caught up with the two, then held up two tankards, “besides we can have our own feast!” 

Lancelot could only hope Merlin saw them leave. He tried slowing them down the best he could, but they ended up at the guest chambers quickly. Lancelot winced as he saw Merlin wasn’t in bed. 

“Maybe he’s sleeping, we should come back later,” Lancelot tried.

Just then Merlin came out of the antichamber with a sniffle, holding a cloth up to his nose, “Hey guys, back from dinner already?”

“Yeah it was boring without you, but I brought the party,” Gwaine said handing Merlin a goblet and Percival handed Merlin the plate of food. They all picked at the foodand drank, despite all of them having already ate at the feast. 

“You’re missing a great tournament,” Percival said.

“Really? Even though it’s a magic one?” 

“Oh yeah, hard to not be impressed when people are calling down lightning! Only the Princess has his knickers in a twist, but even he’s impressed.” Gwaine added and took another swig. 

“Lighting is a difficult element to handle. Emrys must be very powerful, but he would have to be to even consider competing under that name.”

“I forgot you were a druid, Percival.”

“Hardly, I guess you could say I grew up druid adjacent.”

“So then how did-” Lancelot was cut off by Gwaine falling off the barrel he was sitting on at the foot of Merlin’s bed. 

“Well that’s a sign I need to drink more!” Gwaine said from the floor, having spilled his cup all over himself and the floor. Using his own shirt he tried to clean the spill, not realizing under the barrel was where Merlin hid his competition disguise. 

“Whats that?” Percival said as he moved to grab the cloak on the floor. 

“Its nothing-” Merlin jumped out of bed and took the cloak from Percival, but Percival was faster.

“Why do you have a druid cloak? This looks just like-” 

“I can explain!” Merlin shouted in interruption, his mind racing to think of a lie when Lancelot put a hand on his shoulder.

“I think it’s time,” Lancelot said and Merlin shook his head, “You heard their reactions to the tournament, and they are your friends, it will be ok.”

Merlin took a deep breath, and began explaining. 

Gwaine couldn’t believe it, his best friend had magic! Not only that but a lot of magic if the tournament was anything to go by. When he thought about it it made a lot of sense, Camelot bandits were clumsier than anything he had encountered before. And just how often did tree branches fall on people anyway? 

The next morning Gwaine woke up with renewed purpose, and a mild hangover. After a quick change the group broke their fast together, Gwaine ushered everyone out of the chambers early to give Merlin more time to get ready for the final round.

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Be more careful! Merlin scolded himself. If he was honest to himself it was such a relief knowing Percival and Gwaine were still willing to be his friends and harbor such a secret. They didn’t know the true extent of it yet, but it gave him hope he wouldn’t lose everything should his secret come out. It was still very dangerous, he hated putting his friends in a position where they may have to lie for him. 

He couldn’t focus on that now. He arrived at the arena and took a place in line with the remaining competitors, one more round to go. 

Louder, Zephyr projected his voice, “Round 3 is the Labyrinth of Illusion. Each of you will enter the labyrinth at the same time, the labyrinth is completely a construct of magic. It consists of illusions designed to disorient and distract you, these illusions cannot physically harm you, but do not take them lightly. All types of magic within the maze are allowed, but wielding it against an opponent will result in immediate disqualification. The first to make it out of the maze will be our winner.“

Several competitors asked questions about the rules, Merlin only fidgeted in place. He dealt on much scarier quests, he could deal with a little labyrinth. He smiled when Percival gave him a thumbs up from the stands, and Gwaine made bunny ears behind Arthur’s head. 

Once the questions were answered the sorcerers stood back and more than a dozen Seaport sorcerers stood in the center of the arena in a rectangular formation, each holding a glowing blue rock and chanting a spell. Out of the ground a labyrinth of sleek stone walls rose, shaking the earth as the walls continued toward the sky, eventually reaching what must be at least 10 times Merlin’s height. Ok so scaling the walls wasn’t going to be an option. 

A bell rang and the sorcerers raced toward the entrance, Merlin started his run and was immediately tripped by Magnus, who shouted “See you on the other side, if you make it!”

Last to enter the labyrinth, Merlin ran forward and was met with a 3 way intersection. The walls fully insulated the sounds of the crowd and they were so tall it did not let in much sunlight in. With no bright ideas Merlin ran forward. Right. Left. Forward. Merlin was out of breath and didn’t feel like he was getting anywhere. 

He turned the next corner and was immediately met with a sense of overwhelming dark magic. This was unlike any magic he had yet felt in Seaport, something was wrong. All he could do was find his way out. 

He turned the next corner and saw a unicorn lying on the ground. He ran up to it, noticing an arrow wound gushing blood. Merlin put his hands on the wound, removing his handkerchief to stem the blood flow.

“Stay back!” It was Arthur behind him, with a crossbow loosely pointed in his direction.

“Arthur! I don't know what happened- call for help!”, Merlin barely got the sentence out when he took a step forward.

“I said halt!” Arthur pointed the cross-bow with intent towards the center of his chest, “Stay back wizard.” 

Merlin knew this couldn’t be Arthur, it had to be the labyrinth. Both him and the unicorn were immersed in dark magic, but that didn’t make hearing the words any easier. 

Merlin kept his head down, hood on, and in the best even voice he could muster, “I am Emrys you will let me pass.” 

The fake-Arthur shot and Merlin had just a second to throw up a shield. The bolt reflected off his shield and hit a nearby wall, the wall shattered in an explosion of obsidian rock. 

Merlin watched the shower of rock. Chunks of wall hit the ground with several resonating thuds. There is definitely something wrong with this labyrinth. 

Without missing a beat, Merlin’s eyes glowed gold as he used a burst of air and sped past the fake-Arthur before he could load another bolt. He sped down the hall, making rights and lefts indefinitely until he lost his fake-king for sure. 

Merlin stopped to catch his breath, and realized he was more lost than ever. All the walls looked the same, and the labyrinth felt endless.

He heard a man yell and ran towards the sound, only to find another competitor fending off a griffin with a sword. Merlin easily sent out a stream of magic to enchant the sword, after having memorized it after the situation with Lancelot. The man stabbed the Gryffin, and it collapsed in a shriek. 

“You couldn’t have picked a better time, Emrys.” The man said, “Apologies, I am Tenren, Sorcerer Apprentice of Seaport.”

“Hi, is your labyrinth normally this bloodthirsty?” Was all Merlin could ask, he wondered truly what they all signed up for. 

“No! I swear, it should have minor illusions that are meant to scare you, to lead you on the wrong path, but they should not be tangible. I sent an emergency signal out of the maze several times, they should be able to see it and stop the competition but it is not working.” Tenren said.

“All we can do is get out of here and we can figure out what's going on.” Merlin.

“We can’t work together, only one can win the tournament.”

“You said it yourself, something is wrong. We can't win knowing it costs the lives of our competitors.”

Tenren nodded and together they moved in the direction neither Tenren nor Merlin came out of, and shortly found Celestia being chased by a questing beast. 

“Celestia! Down!” Merlin yelled.

Celestia dropped to the ground and cast a spell. Vines grabbed at the legs of the beast, slowing it down but not stopping it. Merlin sent a powerful bolt of shimmering blue magic toward the questing beast, hitting it square in the chest. The beast crumpled to the ground and did not move. 

“Are you alright?” Merlin asked, rushing over to help Celestia up. 

“Yes, a little bruised but not bitten.”

Tenren cautiously walked over to the fallen beast, seeing it was real and then ensuring it was dead.

“Something in the labyrinth has truly gone wrong. It cannot conjure such terrible beasts, it just cannot,” Tenren said with slight tears in his eyes, making Merlin realize just how young the apprentice is. 

“We need to continue moving, who knows what else is out here,” Merlin offered a hand to Tenren, who took it. 

The group of 3 ran in the direction none of them had come from, Merlin thought at least they would make some progress that way. When they heard a growl from behind them, Merlin stopped cold in his tracks. He knew that type of growl anywhere. 

Sure enough he turned around and saw a Bastet. 

“Celestia, I need you to take Tenren and run,” Merlin said in an even voice, not taking his eyes off the hound.

“Emrys, you don’t stand a chance against that Bastet. Come on, I’ll throw down some vines, we can still run.”

“You see those wings, there is no way we are outrunning it. I need you both to make it out and tell them something is wrong with the labyrinth before everyone inside dies.”

Celestia opened her mouth, ready to argue, but instead paused before saying  “May the triple goddess smile upon you. C'mon Ren.”

With that they ran, the movement caused the Bastet to jump forward, but Merlin was ready with a shield. He threw an attacking spell, but the animal was quick and dodged it easily. The beast jumped forward again, Merlin’s shield held as he barely got up in time. He wasn’t going to out speed this thing. 

Then he remembered Freya. He tried to block it out of his mind but he couldn’t help it. Bastets were predators, very quick and agile, but also very focused on their prey. The beast jumped again, Merlin had a shield prepared. 

Just as the animal hit the shield, Merlin sent an attacking spell up at the walls of the labyrinth, causing an explosion of stone even larger than the previous. The chunks of stone rained down on the Bastet, painful but not enough to incapacitate, but it did give Merlin enough time to send a final lighting bolt to its chest. 

Merlin stood over the Bastet’s body, as it slowly morphed into a girl, into Freya. He knew it wasn’t really her, but that did not stop the tears that made their way down his cheeks. Merlin allowed himself to feel this sadness for only a moment, before it turned to anger.

Arthur and a unicorn, a Gryffin, a questing beast, and now Freya? Whoever was rigging the labyrinth was out for him personally. He had to get out of this blasted maze. Looking around he had no additional clues, yet another 4 way intersection. He hoped Celestia and Tenren made it out, not even Magnus deserved to die in this labyrinth. At this point he was very past the desire to win, he only hoped he could bargain with the winner for the egg.

He closed his eyes only to again be enveloped by the feeling of dark magic. The feeling swamped every other magical sense he had. He couldn’t sense his way out of here, he couldn’t even sense the vast elemental magic the ocean emits.

Play to your strengths. Arthur’s voice came into his head. That’s what Arthur would always tell the knights in a tournament if they were ever unsure of what move to make next. 

The problem was he didn’t have any strengths, he killed those beasts but that hadn't helped get him out of the labyrinth. He was good at creating light. He was not good at healing. He was good at stopping time. He was not good at creating strawberries. He was good at growing flowers . Merlin thought to himself, and laughed. He couldn’t even make the vines sentient like Celestia, just harmless flowers. 

It was just so hard not being able to practice and use his magic in Camelot. Sometimes it built up within him and he felt like he was going to explode. During those times he would go out to a secluded part of the forest and pour his magic into the ground. Flowers would pop up and honeybees would quickly attend to them. Leaves and fruits on trees would grow, like it was spring regardless of the season. Wind would carry seeds in new directions, allowing life to thrive in the forest. 

Merlin smiled at the thought, no matter where he let it out into the Earth, somehow his magic would always find a way to reach Arthur. Luckily the prat didn’t notice the sudden health of the courtyard trees under his window, or how the vines that climbed the tower to be outside his bedroom window always had the brightest blooms. 

Even when Merlin tried to keep them away from Arthur, the flowers always made it to him, like they had a mind of their own. Something I could really use right now! 

With an idea Merlin dug his fingers into the hard Earth below him, and he pushed .

Flowers, vines, and all sorts of shrubs sprung up out the ground below him. They radiated out from his position, until stopping at the obsidian walls. Instead they continued and wove along the ground, too pure to head toward the dark magic, the lively magic created a path to the exit, toward the once and future king. Merlin continued pouring as he followed the path, a smile on his face not wavering as he never felt his magic used to its full extent with such a purpose. His happiness only added to the vibrancy of the flowers and plants being conjured. He followed the trail and within minutes he was out of the Labyrinth.

The crowd gasped and cheered but Merlin barely noticed. As soon as the first beam of sunlight hit his face and the oppression of dark magic was removed, his magic overcompensated and exploded. Flowers, trees, and all sorts of plants burst through the arena. Greenery with pops of spring color overlaid the dirt field, vines tangled up the towers of the stands, Merlin watched as Arthur looked uncomfortable but not weary as his royal box was encompassed in Camelot red tulips. Merlin blushed, glad no one could see it under his hood. 

“And Emrys is our winner!” The voice of Zephyr was amplified. The crowd cheered but Merlin only frowned, realizing that meant no one else had made it out yet.

“Stop the spell!” He screamed at the Seaport sorcerers standing on all sides of the labyrinth, “Someone has corrupted the labyrinth!”

The Seaport sorcerers put their hands holding the stones down, stopping the conjure and the labyrinth dissolved to the ground, revealing the remaining contestants in various stages of fighting creatures that dissolved with the labyrinth. 

“Help! This man is wounded!” Came a shout, Merlin and some others rushed forward to help.

The Queen announced to the spectators to clear the stands immediately and the closing feast would continue as planned. The competitors were to return to the competitor tent where they would sort all this out. 

In the tent, Merlin explained all he had seen, with Celestia and Tenren backing up the story. The other competitors addition their encounters with evil beasts that shouldn’t have been real threats, and the inability for anyone to leave the maze.

“I really have to get back to my quarters if that is all right your majesty,” Merlin said in a low bow, knowing he had to beat Arthur and the knights there, and he was already cutting it close.

“I told you he is a liar! He almost killed all of us and now he wants to run away!” Magnus yelled, pointing at his bleeding shoulder as one of the healers were trying to wrap it. 

“We have gotten everyone’s stories, we will deliberate and see if we can find those involved in the foul play. For now it would be best for all of you to return to your chambers.” The Queen said with no room for argument.

“And what of the grand prize?” Another sorcerer asked.

“That will be deliberated on as well,” Queen Isabel said, looking at Merlin’s hooded face. He didn’t have a great feeling about this. 

Merlin rushed back to the chambers, turning the corner and removing his cloak. The knights were already inside, he caught his breath and opened the door. 

“Where have you been!” Merlin had never heard Arthur so angry, at least not in recent memory.

After the chaos of the tournament, when Arthur had arrived back in their chambers and found Merlin missing, he immediately feared the worst. Evil sorcerers were running amok in a foreign kingdom, and Merlin was a sitting duck out there! 

“He probably just went out to get some fresh air,” Lancelot provided. 

“While defenseless and sick in a strange kingdom?” 

“Looks like he took the dagger I gave him, he’s not completely defenseless,” Gwaine added. 

“Merlin with a small knife against rogue sorcerers doesn’t exactly make us feel better,” Leon raised an eyebrow to Gwaine. 

The squabbling continued, and Arthur was just about to open the door when it opened to find a sheepish Merlin. 

“Where have you been!”

“I went out to get some air.”

“I knew you were an idiot but this takes the cake, Merlin. There are rogue sorcerers wondering about, they nearly killed all the remaining contestants in the final round.”

“Oh really? What happened?”

“I’ll explain later, for now you need to get into your formal wear for the feast.”

“What, why? I am still sick!” Merlin did his best fake cough.

“I am not letting you out of my sight with all that is happening. The safest place for you is between the knights. No arguments. Leon, don't let him leave your side.” Arthur gestured to Leon who gave him a nod. Merlin rolled his eyes. This will end well.

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The closing feast was even more extravagant than the previous. While the tampering of the event brought down the mood, the Queen insisted everything continue as normal. Merlin needed to figure out how to skirt Leon’s watchful eye. He was steadfast when given a direct order from Arthur, and not even Lancelot's attempts to switch places worked. 

When they walked into the room the dragon egg was on a gilded stand in the rear of the room near the throne. Several Seaport knights were near it standing guard. 

“I want a re-do! That last round was completely rigged!” Magnus came storming into the room, surrounded by advisors equally angry.

Merlin took the distraction and snuck out, turning down an empty hallway and donned his cloak. He turned back and entered the feast to cheers and congratulations. Happy his face was covered, he would most certainly be blushing, he was not used to such praise.

“There is our champion!” Zephyr’s voice boomed as he turned away from Magnus with relief. “Please everyone take your seats, Queen Isabel would like a word before the celebration begins.”

Everyone took their seats, Merlin watched Leon stand up and move into the hall as he realized Merlin was missing. He must have assumed I went back to the room, Merlin thought with guilt over making him worry.

“Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed contestants, and honored guests, I stand before you with a heart brimming with joy over the displays of magic and camaraderie witnessed in this tournament. Yet, I must also humbly extend my sincere apologies for the unexpected issues that have arisen during this esteemed event. In the realm of magic, as in life, challenges can emerge unforeseen, and it is my duty as Queen to address them with the utmost care and responsibility.

The road to a flawless tournament has been marred by elements of foul play, the perpetrator will be found and the penalty will be harsh, but for this illustrious celebration let us not dwell upon the obstacles. Instead, let us focus on the true magic that has emerged in these moments of trial. Emrys is our victor, not just because he completed the trial under the rules provided, but he dispelled the dark magic that had corrupted the labyrinth and put the rest of the contestants at risk. 

In the face of adversity-” The queen continued but the hairs stood on the back of Merlin’s neck. He turned around a second too late to see a magic crossbow bolt heading towards his face. A shadow toppled him over, throwing him and the man under the table cloth as Merlin used his magic to stop the bolt before it could hurt anyone else. 

“Are you okay?” the man asked, Merlin immediately realizing it was Leon. 

“Uh yes, thanks.” His eyes were still gold as he had stopped the crossbow bolt midair, he immediately dropped it and it clattered to the floor. Too late, the damage was done. 

“Merlin?!” Leon said.

“Please please, play along, I’ll explain everything.”

Leon paused for half a moment, before trusting his friend. “You have so much explaining to do.”

They stood up and brushed themselves off. 

“Are you alright, my lord?” Leon asked loud and officially. 

“Yes I am fine, thank you sir knight. Where were you from?” Merlin said, trying hard to keep up pretense. 

“He is my first knight, we are so happy you are alright. Thank you, Leon.” Arthur, not one to waste an opportunity, butted in when he saw Leon. 

“I didn’t see the shooter, though it must have been magic, that bolt was glowing.” Leon said. 

“I saw a shadow fleeing, I sent my guards after them. Thank the goddess you were there, sir Leon. My champion dying would not have been a good look for the tournament!” Queen Isabel said, dispelling the crowd as everyone else sat back down. 

“Why were you over there anyways Leon?”

“I was looking for Mer- My pin! He held up a pin on his lapel. It fell off and it's very important to me!” 

“Merlin ran off didn’t he.

“He is very sick, sire.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. 

Just then the Seaport guard opened the large main doors, dragging someone by the cuffed hands. 

“We found this man running from here with this in his pocket.” The head guards said, holding up a crystal, “A crystal laced with dark magic, like the kind that corrupted the labyrinth.”

“Turik? Seaport has a great relationship with Aricadia, why would you risk it so?” Queen Isabel’s voice boomed with anger. 

“Now that there are no more dragonlords, a dragon egg is a cultural relic! It belongs to the old religion, not to any of you. My family is of druidic heritage, we will keep it safe. Not on display like it’s some kind of war treasure.” Turik spat. 

“So you admit to tampering with the tournament and putting all the competitor's lives at jeopardy?”

“Just tampering, the labyrinth was just supposed to trap others so I could win. I switched out the crystals you used to summon the labyrinth, but there was some kind of powerful interference and the spell took on a life of its own.”

“What about this latest attempt on Emry’s life?” Leon said, holding up the crossbow bolt with an angry flourish. Merlin was surprised how quick Leon came to his defense without knowing his story.

“I was trying to hide a crystal on him and you would assume he tampered with the tournament and we would have to re-do the last round. Then I would win and the dragon egg would be safe.” 

“You are a disgrace to your kingdom and magic itself. Guards place Turik in the dungeons, we will need to reach out to the King of Aricadia, i'm not sure he will enjoy such treason coming from a noble family.

“He will respect me trying to keep the dragon egg safe.” Turik cried as he was dragged away, Merlin stood to the side awkwardly. 

“Your majesty, I believe it is time for the prize to be awarded.” A druid gave a knowing smile to Merlin. 

“An excellent idea, please approach the throne Emrys.” The Queen announced, using magic to clear the tables. 

“Let us unite in applause and admiration for Emrys, whose triumph is a testament to the enduring spirit of magic and the indomitable nature of the human soul. Here is your reward.” 

The dragon egg was placed in Merlin’s hand and the world seemed to melt away as he felt its comforting warmth mixing with his own. Somehow he knew the dragon inside was healthy and just waiting for him. He sent it a small pulse of magic without meaning to. 

The small pulse was received with enthusiasm. Merlin felt an eruption of energy coming from within. With wide eyes Merlin realized it had been waiting for him and it was done waiting.

In a spectacular show of light the color of brimstone, light leaked out of a crack in the shell, followed by more cracks and then a red blur burst free. It flew straight up into the air before landing unceremoniously in Merlin's arms. 

Merlin smiled as he fought to keep the wiggling bundle from falling out of his arms. He looked down at the baby red dragon. It squirmed and mewed, starting back at Merlin with huge brimstone eyes. In a swift move it flew up out of his arms, and knocked his hood off. Most eyes went to the ceiling where the dragon swung on the chandelier.

“A dragonlord!” some shouted.

“MERLIN!” came the loudest shout from Arthur Pendragon. 

“Get off the chandelier!” Merlin shouted and the dragon perched on his shoulder. 

“Merlin, you have so much explaining to do.” Arthur said as he moved to Merlin’s side, not nearly as angry as Merlin would have expected but he winced nonetheless.

“Yes sire! So much explaining to the court!” Leon jumped in leaving Arthur sputtering, “Why did we have to disguise Merlin to enter him in the tournament.”

“Yes please explain how Camelot couldn’t enter the mighty Emrys. It would be dishonorable for Camelot to claim credit especially since he’s not officially knighted yet.” Lancelot supplied.

Merlin could tell Arthur’s mind was still spinning but he at least knew when to play along. The baby dragon chose this moment to jump off his shoulder onto Arthurs, who stood as still as a statue as it climbed on him. 

“Of course, as a sign of good faith Emrys competed under the sign of the druids,” Arthur said in his best cordial tone, still looking at the dragon on his shoulder. “Please your majesty forgive us for the harm of the stunt that was born out of good nature.”

“No forgiveness required of course King Arthur, there was no harm nor transgressions. We are thankful for you to bring such a powerful sorcerer. Though I must say if we knew he was a dragonlord we would have offered the egg outright! As is his birthright of this beautiful creature.” 

Queen Isabel held her arm out and the dragon jumped on it, using its toothless mouth to naw on the thick gilded bracelet on her wrist, she offered it a smile. It jumped back on Arthur, this time climbing his shoulders and resting its head on the top of his. “This one needs a name!” Isabel turned to Merlin with a light chuckle. 

“He’s Apollo.” Merlin said, and Apollo agreed by jumping back on his shoulder, “Aithusa is going to love that you are here.”

“Wait, who's Aithusa?” Arthur asked, “MERLIN!”

“I think it's time we take our leave for the night, your highness,” Lancelot said to the Queen with a low bow. 

“Of course, but I do request you stay just one more night. There’s something else I think our dragonlord would like to see.”

They arrived back in their chambers. While stroking the small red dragon sleeping on his lap, Merlin started talking. And talking, and talking.

He talked about what it was like growing up in Ealdor with magic he couldn’t control. “People can be born with Magic?”

He talked about how his mother sent him to Camelot to be with Gaius, the only person who might be able to understand him. “Why on earth would she send a sorcerer to Camelot of all places?”

He talked about his side of his initial meeting with Arthur, and how he never wanted to be a servant. “I knew you couldn’t best me in combat… well non magical combat anyway.”

He talked about what truly happened with Vivian, his father, the black knight, Aithusa and Kilgharrah, the questing beast, and everything he can think of until the knights are too blown away to ask questions. 

The sun is peeking over the horizon by the time Merlin took a last breath and said, “And thats it.” 

Gwaine was the first to pull Merlin into a hug. Followed by Lancelot, Percival, Elyan, Leon, then finally Arthur. From the center of the Merlin said with a strained voice, “Does this mean I get to keep my head?”

Arthur pulled away, “This means we have some reconsidering to do when we get back to Camelot.”

“Reconsidering as in?” Apollo chose this moment to hop back up onto Arthurs shoulder and burped a tiny fireball.

“Reconsidering Camelot’s policy on dragons for one,” Arthur said as scratched Apollo behind the ear, Apollo mouth open and leaning into it. “Now get at least an hour or two of sleep, I don’t know what it is the queen has to show a dragonlord, but we should be prepared.”

He must be hallucinating, Merlin thought as he rubbed his eyes, staring at the 5 other dragon eggs in front of him. They each sat on their own pedestal in the deepest part of the Seaport vault. 

“You see we have been keeping them safe ever since the start of the purge, all the last known dragons and dragonlords made their way through Seaport. When they were all destroyed we took it upon ourselves to seek out the last eggs and provide a safehouse should dragonlords make a return. These are your birthright of course.”

“That is incredibly gracious of you, for you to allow us to bring the eggs back to Camelot. I assure you I will do my very best to care for them. 

“Wait, if you were holding these for a dragonlord, why give one away in a tournament?” Arthur asked. 

“It is dangerous keeping them all here, like the saying keeping all our eggs in a basket. And once we heard of the rumors of the freeing of the Great Dragon, we speculated the dragonlords were back, and devised a tournament where one with strong magic and pure heart would prevail. If they were not a dragonlord, they would at least be powerful and righteous enough to protect it.”

Apollo jumped from where he perched on Arthurs shoulder (Merlin noted that was quickly becoming his favorite place) and stood on the pillow next to a green egg. “Careful there Apo” Arthur said as he gently scooped up the dragon.

“Apo, sire?” Leon said with a sore attempt at a straight face. 

“You can’t expect me to use his full name each time!” Arthur said, with relief as Merlin moved forward.

“I can feel them, they have been waiting a long time,” Merlin said, putting his hand close but not touching the black egg closest to him. 

“Wait Merlin-” Someone said but Merlin couldn’t hear them over the pounding in his ears. They were so lonely, it had been so long. 

Merlin called to each of them and was answered with enthusiasm. At the same moment all 5 eggs began shaking, cracking was heard before a baby dragon burst forth from each egg. Several of them Immediately flying into the air.

There were 2 black and 3 green, the largest of the black dragons threw itself into Leon’s arms, met with a childlike giggle Merlin had never heard from the curly haired knight. The other sat on Gwaine’s head and refused to be moved, a stubborn dragon for a stubborn man Merlin thought. The green dragons seemed more shy. The largest did not fly like the others, it hopped on the ground and walked toward Percival. Nudging his boot with its dark green nose. One of the green dragons was more of a yellow-green, and Elyan couldn’t help but pick him up. The final green dragon was by far the smallest of the group, it stayed on the pedestal but with wide eyes looked up at Lancelot who gently picked it up. It nuzzled his palm and sat content. 

“It seems dragons make fast friends!” Merlin said, laughing at the varying emotions playing on his friends faces. He laughed too soon when all of the turned and jumping on him, knocking him to the ground. 

“ Mer lin!”

“Destiny Indeed.” Queen Isabel smiled and walked out of the room, leaving the knights to pick Merlin up off the floor as the baby dragons swarmed him.