A/N: this is my first fan fiction. Please don't judge to harshly
Merlin POV
My old bones creak and crack as I pass my old friend's final resting place. It still pains me to be near this place but I had never left. He was a brave man and yes we may of insulted each other at every opportunity but we were best friends even if neither of us would have ever admitted it. I have sacrificed so many things to keep him alive but it wasn't enough. I missed him more than anything.
It just wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that I was the only one to live. It wasn't fair that my best friend, Arthur had died at Mordred's hands. It wasn't fair that there was nothing I could do to save him. It wasn't fair that his son never knew his father. It wasn't fair his wife, the lovely Gwen, was forced to rule a country with a broken heart which forced her into a deep depression which ended her life. It wasn't fair when Gwen was one of the most loyal and compassionate person you'd have the pleasure to meet. Who had only ever wavered in her loyalties when she was enchanted.
Why was I still alive after 300 years? The answer is magic warlocks always live longer when nobody tries to kill them and I could never take my own life. So now am crazy old man Emrys, no longer feared by my enemies for they are all dead. No longer am I the secret protecter of Camalot. Now I am just insane man who brings the news paper every morning.
A silent tear runs down my cheek as I remember Arthur's last moments. No, not again not the flash back. But before I can wrench myself back to reality back in the glade next to Avalon. Dragging a half dread King Arthur Pendragon.
"We have to make to the lake" I tell him
"What with out the horses. It's too late. It's too late. It's too late" he reminds me over again. His breath slowing. His voice quieting. He mumbles something about me saving his life.
"I can't. Not going to lose you." I tell him
"Just, just hold me please. Th- there's some thing I wanted to say"
"Your not going to say good bye"
"No, no. Every thing you've done. I know now for me and Camalot, the kingdom you helped me build."
"Now could've done that without me" I say to him
He snorts at that. "Maybe. I want to say is something I've never to you before : thank you" as he tells me this his has slowed down and his eyes has glazed over.
"No, please no. Arthur" keep talking to trying get him to answer back but I know it's no use. He's gone. Gone to to ever where Freya and Balinor when. And he would never come back. Then Kilgharrah came to confirm his passing and took us to Avalon. Where I set Arthur on a boat and pushed him out to the other world. To where the deceased go after this life.
"Merlin" someone shouts. They yell my name, my real name. The name my mother gave me, not Emrys.
I turn to the voice. What see is so unexpected. I can't believe it. So much I the most logic thing to do, I faint.
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