A/N: Hello! I am new to this fandom, I have been reading for roughly two weeks and boy, is it a pleasure. A short story of my naivety of this fandom: I was searching for a story to read here and I kept coming across 'arwen' in the summaries. "What in the world," I kept thinking' "Is a LotR character doing here?" Then it struck me... it's a pairing. I can tell you I did not feel very smart.

Aside from that, as this is my first Merlin story I would greatly appreciate feedback. Now, I know this is not allot to go on and is very AU, so I understand. However I am already writing another and we shall see how soon I get it her.

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, if I did there would be shameless amounts of not-so-hidden references to my other favorite stories and tales. So...no...I wish I did if that's any consolation.

On to the super short story...


The Supposed Definition of Destiny

It had been said before. Several times in fact. It was a mantra that kept repeating itself over and over and over–no matter how tiring it got. He just wants it to stop. He wants to pretend he never heard those words; pretend that he didn't know how closely their lives were entwined. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt so much then.

He heard it the first time he arrived, actually.

They were one. Each a side of the same coin.

But what if one side gets damaged? Then the other does as well, even if you can't see it, because they are the same–not separate. And what if the one side is destroyed–utterly and irrevocably destroyed? What then? Then, there is nothing to be done. No matter how hard people try, the coin can never be repaired. Even if that once bright coin is sliced cleanly down the middle nothing can be done. Yes, it might maintain the same shape. Yes, there continues to be two sides, but it is not the same.

That damage can never be repaired. The side that remains can never forget. It will fall through life, traveling endlessly. All matter of forces wear at the lonely half. Rough and smooth hands. Winds and storms. Rocks and sand. All tear at the coin, while it waits for the day, forever into the unending future, when it will finally fall apart.

At that point the coin will be free to forget or to fall into the nothing that took its other side long ago.

These thoughts tear at him as he deals with the knowledge that he has lost his other half. He watches, jealously and selfishly, as the others slowly–oh so slowly– move on . He watches jealously because he knows that he can never forget; and selfishly because he doesn't want to forget and doesn't think that the others have a right to.

No, nothing will ever become right again. He vows to suffer in silence as he waits for his destiny that he knows was destroyed the moment that his friend was dealt that mortal blow. He watches as magic is hunted, but at the same time becomes increasingly common. Despite the numbers of sorcerers having increased, he feels that magic is dying. He sees that this increase in numbers is a last defense of the Old Religion. Not only had his future, his destiny, and his friend's life been destroyed. Magic was also ruined at that moment.

For years, for forever and a day, those words will haunt him. They will become unceasing, ghostly whispers. A cruel reminder of what could have been. They will never let him forget.


So...tell me what you think...*wrings hands with a nervous/eager grin*...You know, I've noticed that this fandom seems allot nicer than the HP one in the reviews area-if you know what I mean /hint hint/ Any-whose... not too pleased with it but...yeah just tell me what you think if you can.