Some say they can hear him cry at night. They say he is the cause of all the rain and gloom.
He is powerful. Much more than he thought he was.
He may be seem innocent and sweet, but he can take away a life as easily as he can make one.
No one knows why the boy cries at night. He has everything anyone has ever dreamed of. But when he does, Camelot cries with him.
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Arthur ascends the throne as a mere boy about to spill over into the world of adulthood.
He lifts the ban of magic and appoints Merlin the court sorcerer.
The boys still laugh and play together. They always will. But death is an important thing.
Life always dangles so closely to death's out-stretched hands. But he will never age.
Three days may seem a short amount of time, but Merlin never grows older.
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As the years pass, Arthur matures. His golden hair grows thinner with each passing day.
New wrinkles start to appear, but here lays Merlin, still preserved as a youthful teenager.
Jealousy would be an obvious emotion for anyone to feel. The power of immortality is hunted by many. Countless mortals have tried to achieve it, but all have failed and perished.
Everyone wants to live forever but Merlin is ashamed of his gifts. He wishes to be normal and live an average life. But he never will.
He will never age a day older, never experience the serenity of being old, and never experience the peacefulness of a natural death.
For sorcerers to die it must be painful, it must make them want to curse themselves for being like this, curse their existence on this forsaken place.
Three months may seem a short amount of time for aging, but Merlin never grows older.
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Arthur still ages until finally his hair is grey and his bones began to creak. He has grown to look so alike with his father.
Merlin still stands beside him. He still sees Arthur as the kind, arrogant fool he was when he was still a teenager with Merlin.
Together they stand, side by side, like two side of the same coin. Their souls intertwined. One without the other would be like yin without its yang.
Together they have brought harmony and peace to Camelot.
Three years may seem long, but Merlin never grows old.
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Everyone must die eventually, even if they are Arthur Pendragon.
With his final breathe he whispers to Merlin "Thank you, my clumsy old fool"
"Prat" he whispers back. The King smiled and closed his eyes and fell into a sleep he will never awaken from.
That day, all people in Albion mourn their loss of the greatest King ever. Merlin doesn't cry. He simply placed a single kiss on the coffin and returned back to his chambers.
That night though, he does cry. He weeps and sobs. He hit himself over and over. He cursed himself for his powers.
He hated being like this. To be this person who has to watch everyone he cares for die and slip away while he still remains untouched.
Rain pelted Camelot for three days as their sorcerer fell. Merlin never ever fully recovered after that.
Three decades may seem like an age, but Merlin never grows old.
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Some say they can hear him cry at night. But when he does Albion cries with him…
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