‼️Unfortunately I have to add this IMPORTANT note now to all of my stories. Today, October 3rd (which was supposed to be happy, with it being national bf day and season 3 of heartstopper released)
But I was told at least one of my books was, copied, stolen and put on another website.
Please be careful with other websites. But know that THIS is MY work. ONLY ON WATTPAD.‼️
My account is- Dakotahstacy3
Anything else is STOLEN!

Do NOT read it ANYWHERE else. STOLEN work is a CRIME. I will not take this lightly.
I've put my time, energy, heart and soul into my work.

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Now please enjoy this,

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He is the once and future king. He will rise again.

Like a phoenix from its ashes, The Mighty,
King Arthur Pendragon, has risen again.

To fulfill his great destiny.

"Huh?" Arthur mumbled, confused about where he was. Suddenly waking up on some random ass island.
"Where the hell am I?" He asked, thinking out loud.

Standing up as he looked at the surroundings. He was on a small island, a lake all round it. The middle of the island held an dark, old tower. Falling apart under the stress of passing time.

"Strange." Arthur muttered.

Then memories hit him like a blow to the chest. His head bombarded with memories, flashing through his life. Everything he had experienced and felt, rushing through him.
After a moment of this intense feeling, his mind slowly cleared.

Leaving only one thought left on his mind.

"Merlin..." Arthur whispered to himself.
His eyes darting up to the horizon.
"Where am I? What happened? Where's Merlin!?"
He yelled anxiously, fear creeping into him.

Why was he alone?

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Am I even near Camelot?

My feet aches after walking for a day or so. A slowly stumbling across the land. Almost as if my body didn't remember how to function.
Why was I asleep on an island? Where am I know? Why do things look... different?

As I walked up an annoyingly steep hill, I realized it was some sort of field of crop.
Huh, alright then. Looks a bit different. But I'm sure there's someone here that can tell me where I am.

Maybe it's a small village, some peasants or farmers working. There could be a physician that could treat me. My head felt like I'd taken a strong blow to it. Something deep inside my body and mind, telling me something I couldn't decipher.
Like there was- something off.

Finally making it up to the top, there was huge fields of some kind of wheat or something. It's not like I'd know, I'm not a farmer.
I'm King!

My head was aching, still in pain and very confused. Maybe I have a concussion or something. What even happened to me?
I'm not really sure. Nothing makes sense.

There wasn't really anything else in sight, fields of crops, trees and hills.
Where are all the people!?

Maybe something really bad happened. Like a sickness or plague. Maybe... maybe Camelot is in trouble.

I need to get back home, now.
What's it like back home?

Is Merlin there?
Is Guinevere okay?
What about the rest of the kingdom?
I need to get back, quickly.

As I mindlessly walked through a field, something moving caught my eye. A dark figure, hunched over in the field.

Pulling out my sword, quietly moving closer.
It looked to be a person. Maybe one of the farmers.

Getting closer, it was in fact a person. Dressed in some sort of weird farm clothes and a hat. Bit odd.
Maybe I'm far from Camelot.

Their back turned at me as they looked down at something.
It seemed to be a thin man, with dark hair.

Who are they? Where am I? What is this place!?
Those thoughts continued to plague my mind.

Raising my sword up to their back, I spoke.
"Who are you?" I asked in a firm voice.

They froze in shock. "Huh, I- look, I don't have any money on me! What do you want!" They yelled quickly, cowering under my sword.

"I asked you a question."

"I- I'm no one."

"Turn around. Show me your face." I said firmly, standing as I watched them. Being careful to not let my guard down.
Just in case they try something. But they seem to be more likely to run away in fear, just a simple peasant, nothing more.

They slowly stood up, hands in the air. Turning around to face me.
The hat covering their eyes.

Putting my sword up to their chin, making them look up completely.

"I said, who are yo-"

/Flashback/

Merlin: "Hey, come on that's enough!"

Arthur: "What?"

Merlin: "You've had your fun my friend."

Arthur: "Do I know you?"

Merlin: "I'm Merlin."

Arthur: "So I don't know you."

Merlin: "No."

Arthur: "Yet you called me 'friend'."

Merlin: "That was my mistake."

Arthur: "Yes I think so."

Merlin: "Yeah. I could never have a friend who could be such an ass!"

Arthur: "Or I one who could be so stupid. Tell me Merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees?"

Merlin: "Nope."

Arthur: "Would you like me to help you?"

Merlin: "I wouldn't if I were you."

Arthur: "Why? What are you gonna do to me?"

Merlin: "You have no idea."

Arthur: "Be my guest! Come on! Come on! CoMe on!" He teased.

Merlin: throws punch

Arthur: grabs Merlin's arm and puts it to his back.
"I could put you in jail for that!"

Merlin: "Why? Who do you think you are- the King!"

Arthur: "No. I'm his son- Arthur!"

/end of flashback/

Merlin...

"Please, I'm no one. I don't have anything on me. I'm just trying to work!" The man pleaded.
Snapping me out of that weird- memory.

Lowering my sword. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. I'm just- confused. I'm not sure where I am..." I explained, looking around again.

"Oh, okay... uh." The guy lowered his hands, looking at me.
"You look- strange. Where are you from?" The man asked confused, trying to lighten the tension.

"I- well. I just woke up somewhere and-" I motioned towards the direction I came from, not sure how to explain something I didn't even know.

"Are you drunk!?" The man accused.

"What!? No! I just- don't remember what happened..."

"Then...do you have a concussion or something? Do you need to go to the hospital?" The man asked worriedly, his hands lowering.

"Umm... maybe? I need to find my way back home." I said, putting my sword back in its sheath.
"I'd greatly appreciate your help."

"Um, alright then. We uh, can go to the farmhouse, I could drive you into town." The man said slowly, eyeing me up and down with a strange look.

"Thank you, sir."

The things he said confused me a bit, but I couldn't turn down his offer of help, now could I?

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"Oh, man. You should have been here earlier!" The man laughed.

"Why? What happened this time? Someone lose a finger or something?" I said annoyed, focusing on my task.

"No, hahaha-" The man burst out into laughter again. "Sorry- I- ha, okay, ahem. Sorry. It was just so funny and weird! This strange guy came out of the woods- almost scared me to death! Uh, anyways. This guy was like seriously drunk, high or had major head damage. He must of thought he was a knight or something! Ha!" The man explained.

"Wonder what a guy would be doing out there." One of the other guys spoke up.

"He must have thought he was king!" Another guy laughed.

"Oh, hey. Look at me- I'm a king. You must obey me peasant!" A guy joked around, moving around weirdly and pointing at people.

"Huh?" I mumbled confusedly, not really interested in the conversation. I never liked being around the guys, they just annoyed me.
Rolling my eyes at them as they continued to laugh, not doing any work.
I always worked more than them. And they just got lazier, putting it all on me.

Huck always had some weird story to tell. Usually dumb made up ones, or from something stupid he while drunk. The rest of the guys messing around.
I'd grown tired of it.

Once the sun went down, it was finally time to go home. Even though working on a farm isn't that great and definitely doesn't pay well, and putting up with these idiots...
I enjoyed the simpler life. Away from big cites or crowds.

It made me feel closer to home.

But maybe...

Maybe it's time to move on, again.

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