Authors Note: O.K readers, I really hope you enjoy my story; this idea wouldn't leave me alone for months, soooo enjoy, REVIEW! NO FLAMES!

Morgana: Review! I like to read ones that go "I wish Morgana wasn't evil"! So you do that.

Me: Thanks Morgana, Anyways, read on!

Disclaimer: If I owned Merlin, Morgana would not be evil; she's like, the best character EVER! But sadly, she has gone down that dark path, SO therefore I do not own Merlin.

Morgana: I'm sad about that too.

Me: Shhhhhh! We're trying to read the story!

Morgana: Sorry. See I apologized! I'm not evil!

(But if you want to read a fic where Morgana turns good again, read my story Set in Stone! And to the readers who read it already, I'm not giving up on it! I finished chapter 5 earlier than expected)

Merlin

The sun shined like the brightest gold that day. The leaves seemed extra green and the air was filled with the euphonious sounds of music, laughter, and bird calls.

Today was the coronation of Arthur Pendragon.

In a tiny room behind the Physician's chambers, Merlin sighed, half out of happiness, half out of sadness. Arthur had been his greatest friend for several years, and Merlin was glad he would take the throne, but the friendship would not last, Merlin's destiny was to protect Arthur until he took the throne and that would finally happen in just a few hours time. When that happened Merlin would leave Camelot; for ever. It made no sense to stay when he was no longer needed anymore

There was also the fact that Arthur didn't know that Merlin was a sorcerer. Merlin didn't know why he never told him, it didn't matter anymore anyways. Years ago Arthur had begun to see that magic could be a force for good; he didn't need Merlin as proof. Wearily, he stood up and started the day.

When he reached the future Kings doors he balanced the tray of food with one hand and knocked with the other. When he heard the "Enter" he walked in.

Arthur was standing by the window over looking out in to the courtyard below. Merlin could see the sadness in his eyes over the loss of his father, who was the last to die from a deadly sickness that had ran though the city, and with no cure, everyone who had gotten it was dead at the end of the week. Arthur looked up as Merlin set the tray on the table, "Thank you, Merlin, you can take the rest of the day off, just don't be late for my coronation."

"What!" Merlin said, jokingly, "When am I ever late?"

Arthur rolled his eyes as Merlin walked back out the door, and let his mind come over with thoughts.

The morning went by fast; Merlin spent most of it packing. But at last it was time for the crowning of a new king.

Almost everyone on the castle had arrived in the great hall when Merlin walked in, taking his spot in the corner next to Gwen and Gaius. A few minutes later Arthur walked in, and knelt in front of the throne. The Sacred Oath was said and the crown of the King was placed upon his head. The crowd cheered and was filled with shouts of, "Long live the King!" and "Long live King Arthur!"

In the back of the room, Merlin let out a sigh of relief. No evil sorcerer's had attacked, no army of undead zombies had stormed the castle, everything was fine. His destiny was fulfilled

The celebrations began. Food was brought out and music played. All in all, the entire atmosphere became very jovial in a matter of seconds. No one noticed as Merlin walked up to Arthur.

"Well, against all odds, you've finally become King, what with all the evil sorcerers trying to kill you every other week; I would've thought at least one would have succeeded." Merlin said, a goofy smile on his face. Arthur laughed, "Thanks to you, you have saved my life once of twice."

Or more like a couple dozen. Merlin thought, and you never had a clue."Sire," Merlin said, "a couple of days ago I got a letter from a friend of my mothers, back in Ealdor, she said that my mother was very sick and I was wondering-"

"If you go see her?" Arthur finished for his servant. "Of course, tell your mother to get better. I hope its not the sickness we had here."

"Thank you Arthur, I'll see you in a few days time." Merlin said, walking away.

But he would actually never go to see his sick mother, his mother was not even sick. Merlin was never going to come back. It was his time to go. If everything went according to plan, Arthur will never see him again.

Arthur

As he spoke with Merlin something seemed different him, his smiles seemed forced, and it seemed as though he was saying goodbye. Arthur had a feeling, though he tried to tell himself it was stupid, a feeling that said he would never see Merlin again.

The feasting continued long into the night and in to the morning. Arthur barely remembered getting up and walking to his chambers, but that didn't matter, he would always remember what was on the table.

It was a letter. When Arthur picked it up, he recognized Merlin's messy hand writing. It read,

Arthur,

I'm sorry I could not tell you this in person, but the truth is I am never going to come back to Camelot, my mother isn't really sick, she's in perfect health, actually. It's just my time to go. I just hope you'll understand and never try to find me. You'll be a great king, I know you will. You'll be the one to return magic to the land and unite the land of Albion, and I am glad to have played a small part in getting you on that path. Rule with compassion and fairness; don't always rule with your mind, but also your heart.

It has been an honor serving you,

Merlin

Arthur put the letter down with shaking hands. A million thoughts ran through him, including why Merlin had the strange idea that he will return magic to the land, even though he had thought about the idea, he hadn't told Merlin about it. But above all of them was why Merlin would leave. What could it mean by it was his time to go? Arthur remembered something Merlin had told him years ago, but it was still fresh in his mind.

"I'm happy to be your servant, until the day I die."

Why Merlin had said that, Arthur never quite understood, but now it seemed those words were meaningless to Merlin, either that, or Merlin was going to his death.

That made up Arthur's mind. Instantly his fatigue was forgotten. He grabbed his sword and walked briskly out of the room.

End of Chapter One. So what did ya think? REVIEW! NO FLAMES!