Chapter 1: The Waters Return
Heavy rainfall fell from dark storm clouds upon a grey stone tower, turning the structure's architecture a much darker grey as lightning struck from above. It was amidst the disastrous weather, an elegant hand suddenly thrust a gleaming sword with a golden plaque embedded with symbols within the blade from beneath deep waters.
An old man suddenly startled awake and gasped for breath before lifting a shaking hand to his wrinkled forehead as he tried to shake away the nightmare that had troubled him.
The aged residents of a sterilise care home in Gastonbury where gathered in the living area as the program of BBC News began; An old man frowned at the sight of the tower sat upon the hill from his dream the night before was displayed on the television screen,
"... Turn it up" he grumbled firmly causing a nurse to obey his request so that the old man could hear the news reporter more clearly,
"... Following a fierce, unexpected storm last night. The valley surrounding the ancient tower known to the public as Glastonbury Tor has been flooded and has since been closed off to the public until the water subsides. The new surrounding lake has covered the surrounded valley for a number of several hours now and attempts by the local fire department to pump it away have failed due to equipment failure. The national trust whom hold ownership of the area hope that soon they will be able to reopen the historic area to public visitors once more..." The reporter explained before moving on to another headline story... The old man whom requested the tv's volume to be raised wore a frown upon his face, earning a nurse's concern,
"... Mr Emrys?... Is everything alright?" the woman asked, placing a caring hand upon his shoulder, bringing his attention back to reality and eventually nodded,
"... Yes... I... I'm tired... I wish to return to my chambers" the aged man explained so that the nurse helped him to stand and escort him back to his room.
It was that night that 'Mr Emrys' retrieved a large transparent crystal from his personal room safe and looked at it with a frown,
"Ignium" he whispered scratchily causing a small flame to appear within the palm of his hand which he moved beneath the crystal causing a projection to display upon his bedroom wall; The projection held writing that read:
'Days, Weeks, Years & Centuries shall pass bringing the time in which the waters of Avalon shall run dry... When destiny brings the day that Albion's need is greatest. The once mortal King known as Arthur shall be permitted back to the mortal realm. The waters of Avalon shall run again and a meteor shower shall fall from the heavens as the portal from Avalon opens and the once and future King shall return'.
The old man slowly developed a smile upon his aged face as he realised his very old friend was returning after waiting for so many centuries... He was ready to take up the role of his destiny once again as he had done so many centuries earlier when he was no more than a young serving boy.
I've seen many people like me wanting a new series of Merlin so hopefully this story will give myself and them some comfort. Please let me know if you want chapter 2!
Kind Regards,
TheAuthor1996