Arthur and Merlin. Merlin and Arthur. It was always them. For people close to them, it was hard to picture one without the other. When they were separated, it always felt like something was missing, like they had lost a part of themselves. They were like two sides of the same coin, like two parts of the same whole. Merlin had made the connection a while ago. People had told him that he was magic itself, that magic was not only a part of him, but the was a part of magic. Arthur was born from magic. They were connected by destiny, connected by who they were and who they would become. One night, when Merlin was lying on his bedroll by the fire, staring up into the clear night sky, it suddenly hit him: One of them would never have been born without the other. If Uther hadn’t used magic, Arthur would never have come to existence. And if Arthur had never come to existence, Ygraine would never have died. Consequentially, he would never have had a reason to outlaw magic and if he hadn’t outlawed magic, his father, Balinor, would not have had to flee Camelot. And if Balinor had stayed in Camelot, he would never have met his mother and Merlin would never have been born. Just like Arthur would never have been born without magic. Magic was a part of Arthur, just like it was a part of him. Arthur was born from magic, Merlin was born with magic.
They were meant to be together, always and forever. (x)
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