The Revelation of Emrys, Chapter 4. Re-upload

Arthur jumped down from his horse and was immediately surrounded by people. He needed time to think, and the constant talking didnt help. He eventually called out for everyone to be quiet, and stated.
"Two hours from now. Meeting. Knights, Generals and advisors." He turned to Gwain and Elyon, "Spread the word." he ordered and handed the horses to the stable boy. He started to mak his way up to his chambers, but changed direction half way. He had been told Gaius had returned. Time to see what he knew...

Merlin opened his eyes and sat up, immediately wishing he hadn't as the world started to spin. He looked around him and was surprised to see himself surrounded by druids. Considering that he had fallen unconscious about three hours from here, he didnt know how they had managed to find him or get him here. He was about to ask, when the Druid him and Arthur had spoke to before shunted the others on their way, and sat on the edge of the bed where Merln was sitting. As if he knew what was on his mind, He said
"We always watch the key events that unfold in your life Emrys. We kept watch over the entire course of the day and night." Merlin gasped.
"But it was only late afternoon when I fell unconscious, everything happened in the morning... Arthur... Morgana... What happened. What do you mean night, Did I sleep all the way through? I dont..." The druid interrupted,
"Emrys, we keep track only of you. All we can tell you is that we found you yesterday evening and you have slept througout the night and morning. It is nearing noon." Merlin shot up,
"But Arthur... Morgana is going to attack Camelot... And he was slashed by the Demons... He only has tonight, tomorrow and until the early hours of the next night. I need to..." The druid interrupted again, with a voice of reason that Merlin could not ignore.
"We have a way for you to reach Camelot within only a matter of minutes. It is difficult and not very precise, but if you ae willing to take the risk, so then shall we. Emrys, Camelot can manage without you for at least another two days, that we have seen. However, we have seen no more than that, which makes us believe that the dusk stone is used at some point either tomorrow or tomorrow night. This means that the infection Arthur is suffering will hold. We cannot be of much more use to you I am afraid." Merlin sighed.
"Dont say that, I couldnt have hoped for as much. Its just... How do I know what Arthur will do? Will he forgive me?" The druid looked at him solemnly.
"Forgive me, There are times when we think only of your power and the legendsthat surround you. We forget you are still young." Then he smiled. "I can promise nothing, but know this Emrys. On the scroll I gave Arthur is a list of all the times you hav saved his life, all the times you have been willing to sacrifice yourself for him, everything that you have given up and lost for his sake. Maybe it will be enough to sway his mind."

Arthur still had half an hour to go before the meeting, and he could not help but read the druids scroll again.
" Arthur, Gaius once told you that there would come a time when you would realise just how much a single person has done for you. That person goes by many names, from legends and premonitions of old. Emerys, Protector of the Once and Future King, and as you know him, Merlin. The time has come for you to know how much he has sacrificed for you. "

Arthur read, once again, everything Melin had done. He found some of it hard to believe, The deal with Nimueh to exchange his life for Arthurs when he got bitten by the questing beast, Saving Camelot from the Great Dragon, Losing a girl that he loved for Arthurs sake... Yet, it made sense. He offered to take Arthurs place as a sacrifice to seal the rift on the Isle of the Blessed, and he did remember being thrown back, but was beaten to it by Lancelot, the one person he could confide in. He remembered Merlins insistance that he join him when fighting the Dragon... He remembered the blue orb, when he was stuck in the chasm with the spiders... He remembered Merlin stealing food around the time that the animal-only now he knew it was a cursed girl- was terrorising Camelot... Jumping in front of Arthur in the old castle, to stop him getting hit by the dead spirit... Spearing a boar, a man, a soldier then pretending he knew nothing of it... Then when he first came to Camelot. Slowing down time to pull Arthur from the path of a knife... The list was huge. But then so was the revelation at the bottom. The fact that the old sorceror that killed his father was Merlin, then again, that was Morgana's fault too... and the story about Agravaine did ring true. Arthur felt a surge of regret as he again thought of how he had threatened Merlin, how he had nearly killed him, how he had given him a cut that was sure to leave a scar. He grabbed his sword, the sword that Merlin was responsible for him having, and left his quarters.

Merlin gratefully drank the concoction given to him by a young druid boy (the same one that Arthur had threatened to get the cup of life), as it was helping to ease all of his pain. The headache, the fatigue, the burning across the cut that Arthur had given him... He drained the cup and thanked the child, who scampered away to do whatever it was that the druid children do. He did as the old Druid had recommended. He lay down and let the healing potion do its work, let it smooth away his aches and pains and revitalise him. He no longer felt weak and tired, he felt as energetic as he normally did, and the potion still hadn't finished its work. He watched the sun set through the mouth of the cave and slowly drifted into a deep sleep. Secure in the knowledge that no matter what Arhur did to him, he would be returning to Camelot tomorrow, and would help from the shadows, as he always had, until Arthur needed him. After all, he reasoned, what are friends for...

Arthur sat alone in the room. The people who had taken part in the meeting had dispersed rapidly afterwards, to act upon what he had said. He knew that within a matter of hours, Camelots defences would be the strongest they could be. He started to rise to his feet, but noticed a figure stood by the othr end of the table. Arthur sighed.
"Gaius?" he made it a question, still not prepared to completely forgive him for keeping Merlins secret, and harboring a young magician, a crime that would have resulted in death during Uthers reign and probably during his too, If it weren't for Merlin.
"Sire," he replied, "I just wanted to tell you that if Melin did go to the druids, then he will most likely make his way back here. He values your life more than his, he has done so since he started working for you." Arthur sighed.
"Thankyou Gaius, but after the treatment I gave him, why would he do so anymore?" He dismissed Gaius with a flick of his fingers, got out of his chair and walked over to the window, staring the sun setting over Camelot. Knowing that if Morgana was not here by now, then she would be by dawn. It was about to begin. He made his way up to his chambers, lying next to Gwen, who was sleeping, and dreading the coming day. The last words he whispered before he allowed his mind to rest were,
"Merlin, I'm sorry..."