Merlin was so alone and yet he never feared loneliness. They were very different things.
'Goodbye, Gaius' he whispered first, 'Goodnight, mother' came next, 'Farewell, Leon' sadly followed then it was Percy's turn 'Stay strong' were the old knights last words and finally was the bravest of them all; 'my queen, join your king'.
The Pendragon lineage had finally died out; with the death of their beloved Queen Guinevere, Uther's nightmare had come true. They were all gone and Merlin was all alone.
Merlin was now moving on with his life, to travel and preach the tales of his adventures with the once and future king. A fair-haired man called Arthur Pendragon, son of Uther. He was a prat and a clotpole when he was a young prince but he grew into the greatest king the world would ever know.
The people had moved to other kingdoms to seek new trades or had opted to travel across the waters to other, distant lands; Camelot was nothing without the people and the people had gone, so Camelot was now nothing.
Albion had been united and a new king ruled from the north, Guinevere appointed the new leader of Albion herself; he was a good man with a kind heart, Albion was safe in his hands but the untied lands were destined for new things, a bigger fate; the uncertain future.
The lower city was to be flattened and to be used for farming lands or paths, linking the new cities. The castle would be left to decay and fall.
Merlin bid goodbye to the old and now embraced this new unwritten happenings; he missed his oldest friend but in his heart he knew one day, Arthur would return. Merlin had learnt acceptance; so of he went into the woods and walking towards the new adventures.
The Pendragon's time was over.
Camelot hadn't failed; every legend has its end.