Merlin's pov:
"Just...just hold me"
"No! No no no no Arthur please!" I begged as I tried to shake him awake, but to no avail.
"O drakon, e male so ftengometta tesd'hup'anankes!" I practically screamed, calling upon Kilgharrah, praying he could help me, praying that he could save him.
When Kilgharrah had made his way to me I could tell he was dying. From the discoloured scales, to his broken wing. But I had no time to focus on that. Arthur was more important, for as each second passed he became closer to the point of no return.
"Please, Kilgharrah, you have to help me.. He's my friend. I can't lose him" and although I hated to admit it, I used the term friend lightly.
"I am truly sorry, young Warlock, but there are some things far greater than yours or even my powers."
"But what about the prophecy!? We were supposed to unite and protect Albion together!"
"It seems, young Warlock, that a new prophecy has come into play. For when Albion's need is greatest, Arthur, and his nights, will rise again."
"Until then, young Warlock, you must remain hidden in the shadows waiting for him to return, never forgetting him. I'm afraid I can help you no longer, young Warlock, as it seems that time has caught up with me and it is very likely that you'll never see me again. So heed my words, I wish you luck and goodbye young Warlock, goodbye Merlin."
With that he flew off into the sunset, never looking back. It hurt knowing that I had essentially lost another friend that day, even though I knew it would happen eventually. One thing I did know for sure was that whether it be tens of thousands of years, I know that I could and that I will never forget you, Arthur Pendragon.
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Merlin Of The Endless
FantasyWhat if Merlin was an Endless sibling but born thousands of years later through a human mother? What if that's why he is immortal and learned the ageing spell so quickly - as the Endless can take any form they wish. What if when Arthur and the night...
