Long Time, No See
Chapter 1
Merlin had long ago forgotten the years of his youth. The faces and names of those he had once loved were lost in the passing of the centuries. He searched his memories and found only the tedium and pain of immortality. Everyone dies in the end, Merlin had learnt, everyone except him.
He was a sorcerer, he knew that much. And he suspected that he had been alive around 1500 years, but he wasn't sure. There had been a castle, swords, armour, horses and the smell of the forest after rain.
He couldn't really remember anything before the 1200s.
The 1300s were bloody awful.
The 1400s weren't much better.
The 1600s started to get interesting.
By the 1800s, it seemed as though the human race were starting to get the hang of things.
But earlier on in the year, which was 1914, things had gone downhill again.
Merlin couldn't help thinking that England could do with some help.
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