I don't own anything. Not even the show. I'd keep it going for as long as I can. For future references, if you call yourself an expert on Merlin, I should point out that we don't have much information on what happened. So I'm using what I can find, what I know and fill in the rest with my imagination. Please don't scream and rant of you think it's all incorrect. Enjoy!


Prologue

What was Merlin? A wizard of darkness, maybe? Perhaps even King Arthur's most trusted aid, as well as adviser? Or just a simple old man using parlor tricks. Most of history was lost, so we can't be sure, except for one thing: He wasn't a wizard of darkness.

One of the many things lost to history was another rival of Merlin's. One whose soul was stained with the purest form of evil. Even the knowledge of his existence was lost.

This man fought a vicious battle with Merlin. It lasted for days, weeks, or perhaps even months. Countless lives were lost. Entire villages destroyed. Even Camelot was lost, forever. Merlin and Morgana Le Fay were forced to join forces in order to stop him.

After the battle, Merlin and Morgana sealed their foe in an unknown land. Unfortunately, if something is sealed, the seal is destined to be broken, for not everything lasts forever.

What become of Merlin and Morgana after the battle? Perhaps they died from such serious wounds? Some say that they never returned to England after the battle, but instead to Avalon. Others believe they remained where they were. Some even believe that they never died.

A few centuries years, the battle became mere legend. Nearly four centuries later, it became just a myth. Six centuries years, it had faded out of existence, with not even a shred of evidence remaining, expect for one.

Merlin recorded the battle in one of his scrolls. He enchanted them, so that only his bloodline could read them. On some scrolls were his most powerful spells. He hid all but one. That which he still had, he entrusted to a close friend, and instructed him to keep it safe.

For fifteen hundred years, the scroll was passed down through his descendants. They were instructed never to reveal its secrets, or even reveal its existence. However, one person mysteriously disappeared, along with the scroll.

For more then fifteen centuries, the rival stayed sealed. If this foe somehow returned, and couldn't be stopped, then the world would be at his mercy. But for all that time, his tomb was lost. Even to time.

Time flows like a river. And sometimes history is doomed to repeat. And sometimes things happen and people are drawn in to a conflict, whether they want to or not.


Sorry for those who have read this story, but there were some problems. Once again, sorry. Please read and review. As for the next chapter, you'll have to wait and . .well, read.