Alternative titles: Loss, Ending(s), or Ashes.
The Wicked Day – Merlin's POV
Uther is dead because of magic, and Arthur is king.
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The only thing I can think of is that he will never now know who I am. All these years I had held on to the hope that someday, I would be able to speak to Arthur as my true self, that magic would not be banned. That somehow, I could get him to understand.
But now it is gone.
I gambled for the future, and failed. All I can feel is a strange hollowness.
I can never show Arthur who I am. I will keep on protecting him, and he will never know. All of life seems empty, all hope destroyed. The bright future that was promised is gone.
It is impossible.
All night, we stay awake, mourning. Mourning for what has been lost.
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I wrote this a while ago... I'm still not completely happy with it... well, maybe someone will like it.