Authors note: Hey guys! So this is basically my first attempt at a fic. Not too sure about it, so the first chapter is very very short (sorry!) Would love some reviews, telling me whether or not you think it's worth carrying on with the story (?) Haven't really made a plan of where I'd like it to go, so any suggestions would be great too! :)

Disclaimer: So, I wish I owned merlin. I really do. But I don't. If I did, things would have been different...I'm just borrowing the characters.

Merlin sat at the window of his room. He had recently moved back to Glastonbury, to be closer to Arthur. Of course, after living for over 1000 years, people would get suspicious if this man never died, or even aged. So every so often, he had to move to a new location.

His new home overlooked Glastonbury tor. The lake of Avalon had well since dried up, mounds of mud and grass now covering up its existence. However, one thing stayed the same. Merlin could always feel the immense levels of Magic at work here and it gave him hope.

After Arthur's death, Merlin briefly returned to Camelot to give word or the death of the King. He gave his goodbyes and returned to watch over Arthur. Without the courage of Arthur, or the wisdom of Merlin, Camelot went into complete ruin. By the time Merlin was given word of this, it was too late. Everyone he knew had long since been dead and he felt lonely. The only thing that kept him going was the words of Kilgharrah, "The once and future king". Merlin knew that Arthur would rise again, what he didn't know was when this was likely to happen. The warlock had thought about this many times. The world had changed so much, but Merlin had been a part of this change. Arthur,however,would surely find it difficult to adjust. Of course that wasn't the only worry on his mind. Not long before Arthur's death, Merlin confessed his magic. And although Arthur eventually accepted him as he was, Merlin worried this would change when Arthur returned. Because, Merlin imagined that being on deaths door would distort your true feelings.

"He might hate me" Merlin whispered to himself sorrowfully.

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Merlin had become accustomed to using public transport (he actually rather enjoyed taking the Bus) to get his weekly groceries. As usual, he opted for bread, cheese and a lot of chicken noodle soup. The soup always made him smile at fond memories of serving Arthur Rat soup which, even after such along time, he could still sometimes taste in his mouth. Merlin began to unpack the shopping, until..he froze. Something wasn't right, the magic surrounding the area was rapidly increasing. The last time he felt this much energy, it had disastrous consequences.

The warlock ran to the window and to his amazement, saw the entire circle around the Tor glowing as bright as a star. The closer he looked, the more he could see the outline of a lake. But surely it couldn't be. The lake of Avalon hadn't existed for so long. Merlin grabbed his coat and ran down to the hill. On his arrival, he spotted a figure. With it's bulkiness and rigidity, it seemed to be that of a man.

Merlin wasn't sure if he was actually seeing this, or if he was just sleep deprived, but the closer the faded figure got to him, to more excited he became. The figure came to a sudden stop.

"MERLIN. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"