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Main Points:
Merlin, somewhat universe optional but with the BBC Merlin in mind, with The Secret World crossover. TSW knowledge would help but isn't required.
Summary: Merlin's now a Templar.
Word Count: 300
Rating: Gen
He finds other Templars who accept him, appreciative of the power that only makes them safer in this harsh new world, and he smiles more than he has for centuries. He even works with the other factions, grateful from some of the brief stories they share that he doesn’t work for such masters. They’re probably not supposed to share this much about their factions. They do.
He’s the one who realizes the little girl is more than she seems, more than any of them know. He can feel just in the aftermath of her wake that they’re more alike than anyone. Ever, really, and that’s a little scary. He’s the one who urges them into the dens of screaming nightmare and waking chaos just for a few scraps about her. He knows that elsewhere, others find more about her, that there’s some kind of hunt on because she’s powerful, she’s the real deal, and the bees won’t stop buzzing. There are snakes, too, eight-headed snakes hissing around the edges that remind him of Morgana and her dark dreamings in the end. None of them know that she’s a scared little girl, yes, but she’s so much more, and he begins to wonder if she’s the reason he’s here. Sometimes, when he’s feeling a little more mad, he whispers into the dark, asks her please, please, bring Arthur back, because if ever Albion’s had a need, it’s now.
Admittedly, he’s been at this investigation lark a bit too long, and this obsession thing has never worked out for him.
He’s sent back to other things for a bit. Giant shapeless golem-like creatures are appearing, and he hates to admit it but it’s somewhat relaxing, using fire and lightning and not having to think. Perhaps we’re all waiting on Arthur, he thinks.
