Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin or any of the characters, they all belong to BBC who decided to murder my feelings.
It was just an ordinary, boring day. I was walking down the side of the road in what used to be Camelot. It was the year 2016, nearly 1500 years after I saw my best friend, Arthur Pendragon die. I still thought about him every day that passed, just waiting for the day that he would come back, as Kilgharrah said he would. Cars and trucks and other vehicles passed by as they always did, the drivers normally staring at me strange. As I did every day, I walked down to Avalon and just sat there. I would always hope that Arthur would just show up, but he never had. At least, not until that day.
I had closed my eyes and was just laying there, when I heard footsteps behind me. No one ever came here. I opened my eyes and turned around, only to see Arthur standing there before me, looking exactly like he had all those years ago. Only, he wasn't wearing chainmail like he was when he died. He was wearing modern day clothes. I could hardly breathe.
"A-Arthur?" I stuttered, not able to believe my eyes.
"You've grown old, my friend." Arthur said, smirking at me. He looked amused at my current state, which was reasonable seeing as how the last time he saw me I was a gangly, brown-haired boy the same age as him. Now, I was a little over 1500 years old and he was the exact same age as he was back then.
"Yeah, I suppose that's what life does to you." I said, smirking back at him. "You still look the same, though."
"Well, what did you expect? I haven't been alive nearly as long as you have, Merlin." Arthur said, gesturing to my beard and my hair.
"Well, you're still a a dollop-head." I said, never forgetting our little joke.
Arthur laughed and stepped closer. "Alright then, show this dollop-head what to do in this day and age."
"Alright. Just give me a second, though." I said and walked into this group of trees. I muttered a spell under my breath and felt the magic move across my body. I walked out of the trees and Arthur's jaw dropped.
"What, so you can change your appearance now, too?" he asked, completely stunned that I now looked like my old self.
"How do you think I took the appearance of that old sorcerer all those years ago?" I asked, laughing. He just shrugged. "So, where do you want to start? This definitely isn't Camelot anymore so you've got the whole place to re-experience."
So, this was just sort of an introduction. I'm not exactly sure quite yet what I'll do later on, so any suggestions are welcome.