For a while, after leaving behind the boat that carried Arthur's body, Merlin walked. He didn't know why he did it or where he was going, he only knew that he couldn't stop. In a way, he never did. The warlock knew that he couldn't go back to Camelot without Arthur, not even for Gaius, or Gwen. So he walked and walked, for days and weeks and, after a while, centuries.All Rights Reserved
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