Mutual reliance. A need for each other. Destined for great things.
They would live in myth.
Their souls were bound. Merged as one, one could not survive without the other.
Twas the curse of fate.
But in their younger years, the servant and his master, the Prince and future king, could not see this. They saw in each other a friend, and to each man, the other's life was worth more than their own.
It was an eternal battle that was never won.
They denied their friendship, bantered and isulted each other, but everyone around them saw through them like crystal.
In their old age, they fought beside each other in the Battle of Camlann. When the Prince-King finally put down his sword, the great warlock knelt beside him and, crying tears for his friend, bid him farewell.
They would see each other again, in another life.
After all, he was the Once and Future King, the uniter of lands.
When the world had need of the myth, the legend, the great king and his other half would be called on again . . . someday.
For now, they rest, waiting for that day.