Arthur awakes, cold, in pain, alone, in the lake of Avalon. He remembers nothing. Only names, emotions. All he knows is he is Arthur, King of Camelot, and he needs to find his kingdom, and remember that black haired man's name. This is a bbc Merlin fan fiction, set it in the future. It's my first fan fiction, constructive criticism is more than welcome however I am writing this mostly for my own enjoyment. Let me know if you like it! I'll update as frequently as possible.
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