AN this is my first fanfiction uploaded. I made a promise to myself that I'd get my first merlin fanfiction up before it … finishes. I hate saying that but its true. i fought i had but i was in a rush at the library and didn't do it correctly so here it is now. this is not a different take on 'The diamond of the day' as i wrote this 3 hours before part 1 aired. reviews are welcome and any tips would be appreciated. So On with the story…

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin

The one condition necessary for the triumph of evil

is that good men do nothing

-Edmund Burke

Merlin died on that battlefield at Camlann. I was later told that he, Merlin or Emrys, was supposed to be immortal. I asked, why did he have to die then?, and their only reply was.. 'Destiny has plans for him yet'. And I know I had looked dumbfounded because Gwaine had told me later that I looked like a fish out of water. And I was, talking to the druids about Merlin and his destiny...

… I was soon to find out Destiny's plans.

I never realised that so many people looked like Merlin, I always fought you'd never be able to find another one, its funny when you think about it, but I never did because I expected him to be my servant till the day he died. Its what he always said and I believed him because I didn't want to admit that i wouldn't be around for that long. For he would surely outlive me, I would be killed in battle or executed by an enemy. He had escaped deaths clutches so many times, it was frightening to think that our Merlin could never really be afraid of death because he had no need to be. He was So… naïve yet not.

Reality comes back and hits you like an atomic bomb blowing up in your face.

… Cenreds army attacked and we fought bravely, we fought strongly, our defences were the best but we didn't have Merlin… that is why I now kneel infront of him, Cenred, a sword at my heart, nearly all my knights lay dead around me, I can smell their blood, see it as it soaks my trousers. I look to my side, my three loyal knights of the round table are there, all nearly dead, just hanging on, just hoping, because that's all there is. I hear Gwenivere sob as the enemy strikes Gwaine again…

… and in a blink off an eye Cenred and his army start to choke, invisible hands clasp around there knecks stealing there air supply. I look around like a crazy man and there stands Merlin in all his glory, a sad smile pasted across his face as his hands make a choking grasp. I know he doesn't want to kill, but he does and he has saved us again, except this time I actually know.

Now your all thinking I'm happy because he's back.. but yet again life's a bitch. Because he isn't back, not really. He's a ghost, a shade almost. He only comes when Camelot is in danger and doesn't talk to you..

… and I miss him but life carries on and im happy to know he is still around, in a way.

AN: if you want, go back and read this aloud in a Luna Lovegood [Harry Potter] type of way. i find i quite like it like that, let me know what you think.