Disclaimer: Look I've got a little something something planned for the producers that just might move things in my favor. Until then no.

Author's Note: I've got Merlin feels and I felt the need to pay my respects to a great show with a horrible ending. I hope you like it. If you do leave a review as they really do inspire me.

Everyone knows his name but nobody knows his face.
Everyone knows his tale. "The Arthurian legend," a bedtime story parents tell their children. A myth. A fairy tale…but at least they remember.
At one point his epic tale begins to be washed away on the shores of time. And he couldn't let that happened. When Arthur does come back he would want a royal welcome; so he passes the story on. He tells the tale of Arthur and his sorcerer. He tells it to anyone who will listen and even to some that won't. He travels around the world shouting praise for the once and future king from the mountain tops. And it works.
His entire life, his destiny is reduced to an old fable. To other people he is a character. He has no real purpose outside of a storybook. Perhaps it's painful to see other people move on from the story when he's still stuck waiting for the ending.
Arthur will always be his origin story.
And there are days he hates that.
He wants to burn the books. He wants to rewrite his origin story. He wants to disperse the ashes to the farthest reaches of the world. He wants to make his origin story HIS. He wants to live his own life. He's tired of waiting. He's tried of destiny.
But still some sliver of hope perches on his soul and sings a song. A wordless tune that never stops. It sing the song of a love stronger than death. Of a prince, prat, king, clot pole and friend. It tells him to be patient. That he'll be back. And maybe he'll finally get a day off. So he clings to it and find strength in the tune.
It is his story. Arthur may be the king but without Merlin he is nothing.
His story is like no other. It deserves to be remembered. So the story of King Arthur and his sorcerer remains untarnished. There are a few blank pages left. But that is a story for another day.