Merlin stood outside his cottage, overlooking the banks of the Lake of Avalon, despite the changes in the world around him the lake remained, for the most part unchanged.
After Arthur died Merlin felt he couldn't return to Camelot. He didn't know how to tell the kingdom of Arthur's death and he didn't want to return to Camelot a place where he would constantly be reminded of his failure.
So he stayed. For more than 1000 years Merlin had lived on the Lake of Avalon. He had travelled, sure, he had seen the world progress around him, and he had lived a full, if extremely long life. But he always returned to the lake waiting for Arthur to reappear.
For a while Merlin adopted the guise of Dragoon, he had to look older, even if he was immortal, it would draw too many questions. Today though Merlin had returned to his original gangly self.
As Merlin watched the lake, a thick fog began to descend as night began to fall, filled with defeat at yet another day without Camelot's return, he turned and headed up the short path back into his home.
It was what he failed to see in that moment that would have filled his heart with joy. A small boat appeared at the lake's centre and began to float towards the edge.
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The return of Camelot
FanfictionIt's modern times. Merlin has been living alone since Arthur's death. What happens when Arthur returns, how does Arthur react to Merlin's magic. Merlin only expected Arthur's return but he got all the Knights and Gwen too. Basically a combination st...
