"Thank you, Emrys."

Merlin looked at the druid and sighed. "You do not need to thank me. You know I will always be here if you should ever need me. I am always ready to help my people." He shook the druid leader's hand, and turned back to the flabbergasted crew of knights and king.

"Your people?" Arthur gaped.

"Yes Arthur. I have been in hiding for so long, but now that the war has been won I need not hide any longer."

"You're a sorcerer, a .. a druid?"

Merlin laughed slightly. "No Arthur. I have magic but I am no sorcerer. Sorcerer's must learn their magic. Mine has always been with me. Since before I could speak, I could use magic."

"My Lord, if I may interrupt." came in Iseldir.

"Of course."

"I beg your pardon, King Arthur, but it is not to you whom I was referring."

Arthur looked as if he has been slapped, with varying degrees of shock from the rest of the knights. Except for Gwaine of course, he was trying not to laugh.

"So Merlin is royalty now?"

"Sire, he is much more than that. Merlin is a man of prophecy. In our lore, he is named Emrys. He is as powerful as any god you can imagine; with power over life and death and a magic that has never before been seen, nor will ever be seen again. For centuries we have waited for him, for he is destined for greatness. He will be the one to guide the Once and Future King into uniting all of Albion, and he will return magic to that land. He is worshipped here."

"Iseldir I have told you- "

"Emrys, it is true. You have given us hope, and a reason to live. I thank you for that." The druid sank into a low bow, and the entire camp followed suit; hundreds of men, women, and children.

Arthur watched his manservant closely. At first he had seemed uncomfortable, but now he radiated strength and composure. Even confidence Arthur thought, as Merlin began to speak.

"Stand. You do not need to bow to me. I am not a god. I am not perfect. I am just a man. True as it may be that I have power, I remind you that all of you do too. You are a people of magic. You are honest and good, and you will be rewarded for as long as you continue down this path. Over the past month of battle, you have lost loved ones. You have lost friends. You have lost innocents. Do not forget them. Live each day for them. Morgana has lost, but Mordred has not. Fight him and his corruption for the purity of the magic that you preserve. Trust in King Arthur. He is kind and just. I believe that he will do what he believes to be right. He is the Once and Future King. If you do not trust my word, then trust in prophecy. Remember that you may always turn to me for help and guidance, I will never turn you away. Longevity and goodwill to you all."

It was silent for a moment, and then came the roaring applause. Someone cried out "Long live Almighty Emrys!" and it became a chant that echoed through the forest.