Hi Y'all! I'm Back! I can't promise that this sequel is going to be stellar, but I hope you all like it anyway :) There will be mentions of other literary worlds, try and see if you catch all the references.
Merlin stood upon the crest of a grassy hill, looking down upon an enormous marble castle and bustling city, just as he had so long ago. He could feel his magic singing in his veins, desperate to be reunited with the other side of his coin after so long. Sighing, Merlin ran his hand through his ever-tousled black hair and began the descent into Camelot. Memories of an age long past flashed before his eyes as he made his way up to the castle, his magic ensuring that he entered unimpeded. At long last he found himself in front of the doors that led to the throne room, where he knew he would find the Once and Future king sitting at the round table along with Queen Guinevere, Gaius, and the rest of the knights, even Lancelot.
He had waited for this moment for what felt like ages, though in truth it was much, much longer. Merlin often thought back to that fateful day, when he had changed destiny and had given his life so that his king could live. He would never regret his choices nor the oath he had sworn on magic herself; he had spent every day of his life considering his actions and he knew that if he was ever faced with the same situation he would repeat his actions no matter the consequences. Ah. The consequences. If he had known what his life was going to be like after he had woken up by the lake, he may have just sat down and cried bitterly. But, he thought as he mentally shook himself, none of that mattered. All that mattered was here and now, and whether or not the people behind those doors were ever going to let him out of their sight again.
The curious thing about being Emrys, he had discovered, is that magic liked to speak to him (though he now knew where Kilgharrah learned how to be so cryptic). He had mastered deciphering her messages, though when you had lived as long as he had it was difficult not to become a master of most things, and he was certain that Arthur and the knights, as well as Guinevere and Gaius, would remember their previous life and their time in Avalon. While that was a good thing in that Merlin wouldn't have to go through shaping Arthur into a decent king again, it did mean that he would be facing a lot of questions as to why he never joined them in Avalon. Mentally preparing himself, Merlin pushed open the great, oak doors and looked upon the faces of those whom his heart had longed for for many, many lifetimes.