Again like every days Merlin was at the lake,this horrible lake that contained so much pain and so much hopes. It has been many years since Arthur death ...too much years .Merlin never stop crying, every night when he was alone in his forest, far away from all the noises of the cities .Every morning he was standing here in front of the lake just hopping that maybe...maybe Arthur would come back .But this day was different he could sense it. the air was whispering in his ears one single name...Arthur ...Maybe it was only him who was going crazy after all those centuries of sadness .But if he has learned one thing after all his adventures it was to never losing hope, always make your own way .Without this the warlock would probably be somewhere deep in the woods waiting for the death to take him or even force the death to take him ...He has thought several time about this. There were so many ways ...simple ...neat .But every times there was the worried voice of Arthur in his head
-Don't do anything stupid...
That's the only reason why he has never done this...Hopes .He looked his reflect in the water. He was wearing some old but still modern clothes find in trashes of courses he washed them many times but he never felt like buying new clothes and like every human or sorcerer ,he was getting old .Merlin closed his eyes and smiled at this thought, he was an old creepy madman. But he didn't smiled very longer ,again the wind was whispering ,this time there was something different ,other words
...Arthur ...is...
It was like the wind was uncertain ,febrile like when you are about to announce to your friend that you win at the lottery ,like something special is going to happen , and this is where the wind confirm his secrets ideas ...it whispered one last word
...coming...
Merlin opened wide his eyes and start laughing ...this wasn't possible. The return of Arthur. Merlin quickly open his bag took a little flask and drank it. In this bottle there was the most magnificent and powerful spell of this world, a spell to become young again .He could already see and feels the changes. His white hair was getting shorter and darker, his skin was beautiful again and so were his eyes. There were now waves into the lake .Merlin looked up and the only thing that he could see was blond hair getting out the water and some incredible blue and mocking eyes followed by the smile that he always loved .Arthur slowly came up to Merlin and said:
- Maybe you're not that bad at being my servant
...And then Merlin wakes up alone in his little hut...Alone...one single tear warned him before the torrent of tear ...he was alone...