After the Death of the Once and Future King

I hereby present myself . I am Anastacius, male, eighteen years. I live in Argentina. I am a huge Merlin fan, and I must say that I am disappointed because of the lack of Merlin fics with a enjoyable length. I would try to do my best in order to give you a nice story about what happens after Arthur's death.

I am nervous about this. The reason is, even though I am a good writer, English is not my mother tongue. So, you will find some mistakes (I hope not so many) in my writing. Despite that, I will try to equilibrate that, using imagination and good ideas in order to give you something enjoyable.

Have Fun

The story starts in the next chapter. During this fic, I would like to you to correct my grammatical fails. You will be very helpful. I need to be corrected in order to improve. Thanks to you all. Any ideas, please, review

Future

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin characters, nor the previous story. This story is from my imagination, and I do not pretend to obtain any benefit. It is my tribute to Merlin's serie.

There I was. Lying on the grass, in the Island of the Blessed. The surroundings were amazing. The lake, shining with the dawn's light. A slow breeze made little waves on the water, which harmlessly impacted on the stoned shore.

I was not able to realize all that in that moment, though. I was holding my best friend against my chest. That wouldn't be bad in normal circumstances. Sadly, this was not a normal affair. He was dead.

Vivifica Illud! Endurlifga!

I felt my magic, going into my best friend body. But those spells, as I had already known, were for recovering heart beating. This was no heart attack. The splinters of the blade had reached his heart. Probably he had a severe internal hemorrhagic.

Redi!

Trying to go back in time didn't worked. Nothing would ever work. He was dead. I failed. I failed.

My tears went down through my face, dropping onto my trousers. Kilgharrah was there, in front of me. I could feel his suffering, his sadness. He could feel my despair and take a part of it. Perhaps was that bond, the only thing that stopped me from getting mad.

I don't know how to describe the next minutes. Everything seemed to have disappeared. Only he, Kilgharrah, and me. Nothing more. I touched his face with my fingers, very carefully. I lay him down, onto the grass. The truth be told, I did not have any idea about how much time had passed. The dawn was close. His dawn has reached us too.

-What are you going to do, Merlin? - Kilgharrah said. His voice was what took me out of my darkness. I looked up and I saw him. Strong, powerful, but also near its dawn. Everything was near to its end.

-Our world is coming to an end, my friend. Magic is lost in Albion now. The greatest powers are coming to an end. I have killed the last priestess of the Triple Goddess. Besides you and Aithusa, the dragons are lost. Most Camelot's sorcerers are dead. The druids are a reduced people now, banned and persecuted. Perhaps I am Emrys, but I cannot bring back what is already dead.- My voice was coming out in the ancient dragon's tongue. He deserved to be spoken in his language. I pointed Arthur with my hand. –He was our last hope. What can we do without him? What has happened to the prophecy? Wouldn't be him, the one who will bring magic again to our lands? I have failed, Kilgharrah. To you, him, everyone.-

I fell on my knees. There was he. Blonde, fair blue eyes. The once and Future King. My friend. I felt so void, so empty, so full of rage. My hands turned to fists, so hard that my nails were damaging my palms.

-Don't be so rude with yourself, young warlock. You can still turn Camelot to be the dream we both share. Now, you are free. There are no more prophecies. You must know this; though: Arthur will raise again, indeed. Have faith in him, as he had faith in you. –

My throat was dry. It was difficult to speak, and I had nothing more to say.

-You must continue Arthur's work. Embrace the path of turning Camelot in a realm where magic is allowed. Bring the dragons back. Create a new dynasty of Dragonlords. You have much to do, and plenty of time to do it. After all, you are immortal already.-

-What do you mean?- I said, scared. – I am no immortal. I can die, I can get hurt…

The dragon interrupted me. –All that is true, yes. But age cannot affect you, unless you allow it to do so. Your magic is deeply connected to the earth. That connection will let you to live forever, in order to protect Arthur in each one of his born –

Kilgharrah had never told me something like that. I felt my body shudder. –How much time will I have to wait to talk with him again?-

I felt the Dragon's sadness. –I am not sure. I cannot see the future. I don't know how he will return from Albion. I only know that it will happen in our greatest despair. When we most need him, he will come back.-

I nodded up and down. I had to wait. If my immortality were the only thing that will allow me to see my friend again, I accepted it. –I will come back to the castle. - I said to Kilgharrah.

The dragon smiled. –I still can carry you, if you want, young warlock. My time is close to the end, as you have reminded me. I want to share a flight with you, once more, for this last time.-

I could feel Kilgharrah's emotions. I was deeply touched for that. I could not lose him too. But I knew it was only a matter of time. If this was his last wish, I would do it. But there was one important thing to do before our last ride.

-I am honored, Kilgharrah. You know, through our bond, how much that does mean to me. But, we must bury Arthur first. I wish I could take him to the Castle. But, it is better this way. Here he will be safe. –

The dragon agreed. –We will pay our last tribute to our King, Arthur Pendragon.-

Well, this is the first chapter… nothing weird yet. Practically, no changes. In the next chapter, the interesting things will start.

Thanks for reading, any ideas, mistakes that I may have made, please, review them. A hug ;-)