Merlin One-Shots

Camelot was long fallen, but her castle walls stood tall, proud of what she once was, and the stories she told

But even with the constant promise that the future cannot and will not be predicted, one thing remains the same

That was the nightmare of his choice, and for some twisted reason even he couldn't figure out, he wouldn't have it any other way

But if you looked hard enough, you would find an ancient book of magic, wrapped in red and blue neckerchiefs that once belonged to a loyal serving boy

These were not marks he could magic away. They would stay with him long after Arthur found out, long after he was dead and gone

He was the hero of his own twisted story, a beautiful tale of death and bloodshed

{inserts from various chapters}
A little Merthur, a little sadness, a little bad poetry