Camelot had been under siege for nearly a week. Morgana's army of Saxons as well as countless sorcerers, witches and wizards where unstoppable, destroying everything in their path.
He stood alone on the battlements, looking out at his kingdom, houses where still ablaze, the stench of smoke filled the night air. There was not a star in the sky and the moon decided to stay away too. He held his head in his hands and said a silent prayer Merlin, please Merlin.
He wished he could turn back time, go back and stop his stupidity. It had been over three and a half years since he sent his friend away, banished him from Camelot all because he saved both him and Camelot from the clutches of darkness.
There was no hope left for his beloved kingdom. All of his father's work, all of the battles they had won, all of the treaties they had signed, for it all to be snatched cruelly from them. But it was his fault, he should have welcomed magic back to the kingdom, instead he cast Emrys away and with him the hope of the magical people went too. That's why they followed Morgana, because they got tired of his ignorance and prejudice.
A single tear ran down his cheek, it wasn't often a king cried but there was nothing else to loose, so he let his pride roll down his cheek and hit the cold stone of his castle. And as that icy tear absorbed into the stone, a miracle happened.
A angel, flying atop of a black stallion, a stallion blacker than the darkest depths of midnight with huge feathery wings, flew towards the castle. But this was no ordinary angel; this was Merlin