It's been over a thousand years...
A thousand years since he's seen his king, his master, his friend.
A thousand years since he had held his friend in his arms as he slowly perished.
A thousand years since he sent the body of his dear friend adrift, onto the Lake of Avalon.
He was supposed to come back, he needed to come back; he was the Once-and-Future King, he would come back. They never fulfilled their destiny; magic hadn't returned to the land and Albion wasn't united. However, the water was never breached, it only settled calmly and washed softly against the shoreline.
Merlin continued waiting.
Nothing ever changed.
A/N: I do NOT own Merlin or any of the characters. This is only a (very) short drabble I wrote because of the feelings I feel from the finale of Merlin. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this and feel free to tell me what you thought. Thank you for your time!