Dear Jun

Interlude

What is 3,000 years for a man?

There will be no such thing—as after 100 years, the man's existence will be forgotten by time.

If the man has left something for the world to continue to use, then his name will be engraved into books, retelling their life before the discovery, honoring such an event with their name.

If the man has done some good deeds to the people they're closed with, their nam will come up until their descendants will not care to remember their name anymore.

For Arthur, 3,000 years was the time spent making the impossible, possible. Turning such pipe dreams into tangible reality.

For you, a mortal man, how can you make reality and fantasy meet?

The true answer is, there is no such thing.

That is why some dreams die and wither, as they can only be achieved by magic. The magic to keep believing in it, to spread the love to see the truth, even if a lot of people deny your truth to believe in the other lie, making it the real truth.

In the planet called Earth, fantasy is associated with impossible, and reality is associated with possible. With fantasy, there are many things people wish to have but is simply out of reach, or too far away to grasp with where they are as of the moment, but with reality, these are things or goals that can be done sooner than later.

It's understandable to give up many things for the sake of achieving a goal, whether it be for yourself or for someone else. For him, this is valid, as that person will look back and realize it was for this very moment they stand that those things had to be let go of.

Standing on the swirling vortex of colors, he was sacrificing his shelter for the journey of the unknown.

"Are you ready to head off?"

Behind him was the court mage, Merlin—the Beast of the Star, Lady Avalon in the current timeline—but for him, she was simply Merlin, his advisor, his mentor, and his wise sister.

"Yes."

He needed not to look back, as farewells had already been made an hour ago. A simple gesture—a short but firm embrace.

The Winds of Avalon will only have one tenant.

It used to host three.

The first to leave was a witch that did a lot more to this world.

And now for the second, who'd fight for the world to keep a promise—to never let this universe die no matter what. To protect Earth, this world, from peril.

The third who will stay behind will honor their wish and maintain this Avalon.

"We will all meet again soon. This is not the last goodbye."

Arthur smiled at her words.

"See you soon, Merlin."

His form blended into the myriads of hues, engulfing him whole as he took a step forward, then the next. She watched him cross the other side of the plane—an existence beyond where she was now.

There are many worlds in this vast universe, some existence are aware of the other worlds, while the others remain ignorant regarding their existence.

She, too, had ventured towards the sea of fragments with the witch—witnessing many things, even the actual Beast of the Star that neglected Arthur Pendragon for her own whims.

Her role is within this plane of existence, thus, she must remain.

As long as there's a realm he can return to, the world will keep spinning.

As long as he keeps searching for his beloved, the world will keep breathing.

"As long as he remembers her, every countless Arthur Pendragons in the world will eventually remember her." Her calm, blue eyes moved past from the area that used to have the portal to the tall tower of Avalon. "He will always remember his dear Jun."