Chapter 7 The Way Back
They found themselves knee deep in the lake of Avalon. Sun’s rays were just starting to peak above the trees. Arthur notice their clothes weren't wet once they were out of the water. Wondering if Freya had something to do with it, he silently thanked her.
"I wish we had horses," Gwaine grumbled.
"We're supposed to be druids remember?" Arthur said matter of factually. "They don't ride horses."
"Well, if you're going to make magic legal again, you should make it a law for druids to ride horses"
Arthur just chuckled. "Leave it to Gwaine, always wanting the easy way out. I hope you haven't gotten lazy while you were in Avalon."
"In my defense, I had no one to spar with. The Elves are a peaceful people and do not carry weapons. Besides I'm not lazy, I'm just saving my energy. You heard what that beautiful woman said: 'I'm Merlin's strength.' That has to count for something. By the way, how did Merlin ever come across such a gorgeous creature? If there's a tavern he's going to, Merlin's taking me along."
Arthur shook his head. "Merlin's never been to drink in a tavern in his life. There are other places to meet women you know. I didn't meet Gwen in a tavern."
"Yeah, yeah," Gwaine waved him off. "So what's the deal with them?" Gwaine asked. Arthur's face grew somber, "It's not for me to say."
"Aw come on, you know something, don't hold out on me!"
"Gwaine," Arthur said in a warning tone. "Alright, alright" Gwaine said holding his hands up in surrender. "Fine, but Merlin has some major explaining to do."
"Do you know about him?" Arthur asked suddenly.
"You mean, do I know about his magic? Actually it explains a lot," Gwaine said smiling.
"What do you mean?"
"Branches don't just fall to the ground on top our enemies on their own accord" Arthur gave a slight chuckle at that "You're not mad?" Gwaine shook his head. "From what I know, Merlin didn't' choose magic, magic choose him. I just wish he could have told me."
They walked for some time after that. The sun slowly making it's trek across the sky. Arthur was thinking the whole time of how to tell Gwen that he was alive. Nine months, he couldn't believe it. He could see the pyre that was made for him in the courtyard. Gwen and Merlin crying as the smoke rose higher. Arthur wanted to get back to Camelot as soon as possible, not wanting either of them to continue their grief. Not when he was alive.