IDONTOWNANYTHING!STRICTLYFORENTERTAINMENTPURPOSES!


Merlin coughed and spluttered once more while looking back on the looming kingdom that became his home for most of his life.

He'd never thought he be in this spot running from the kingdom he had tied himself to.

But then again there was nothing left for him there.

It was over.

Instead of seeing the normal busy people buzzing about and knights doing their rounds, all he saw was clouds of ash spewing from the burning lower town and the soot covered commoners running from their homes fearing for their lives as the Pendragon red flags were torn down.

It gained nothing for them it would seemed to uninformed onlookers. But, oh, how it exemplified that the mighty kingdom was no more.

The mercenaries were ruthless. They slaughtered everyone in sight. They'd even sent disease in to weaken the city for the first week. Dead bodies were flung over the castle walls. It was confusing at first but Merlin eventually caught on when he examined the bodies. By then, Gauis' teachings did not help when the still unknown disease became a full out epidemic.

He remembered just minutes before sitting in a rickety old chair in his old room. When the mercenaries came in for the final blow on Camelot he had carried Gwen out of the throne room. His feet took over and out of old habit they ended up in the late king's room with doors boarded up and footsteps ringing outside. Slowly and gradually getting closer. He placed her on his bed and held her sickly gray hand. She looked so helpless as the disease took her. He begged any higher force to spare her. They would not take another friend from him. Not again.

Yet, she died smiling at him telling him not to worry, that she could see his face.

Pure heartbreak tore him apart when he looked upon the great kingdom he and the king had built together over the course of the long years of undying friendship. He'd had always thought that it would end in a mighty way, worthy for royalty. But the scattered bodies on the ground showed a much more crueler way of falling. Either dead from the disease the mercenaries threw over the castle wall, or slaughtered in the siege of the citadel.

Gazing upon the dying kingdom, he saw fiery orange burnt skies, heard screams of horror and despair, enough to make one go mad. He looked around the fallen kingdom, extremely overwhelmed. He turned in circles with his head spinning. He felt like sobbing as he did on the day he died. He tried to shut it out. But even after almost fifty years of watching everyone die around him, he let out a surprisingly bitter laugh for his caring character knowing one cruel fact.

He didn't look a day over his early twenties.

Being immortal wasn't a gift from the gods but a cruel joke demons put him to.

"So this how it ends," He said in a cracking voice, "Barely even being born! Just end me already! I want no part in this cruel game of yours!"

He cursed and cried at some higher force up above demanding them to hear him, to answer him. And to who ever had graced upon the voice of a broken man felt the deepest heartbreak imaginable. The cry of one who had lost everything.

He fell to his knees before the Kingdom Who Would Have Been Great. The stone walls and the wooden floors that had become his home. It only seemed fair that he stay there to the end. He had no destiny. Arthur was dead. Gwen was dead. The knights were dead. Gauis was dead. His mother was dead. Everyone was dead. He didn't care for the footsteps that were getting louder each second. He didn't care for the torches that burned brighter as they got closer to him. He didn't care that his legs were throbbing. He sat there in front of Camelot as it took it's last breaths.

His never ending bravery and hope flickered and died out and Camelot did the same.

He was a mere boy again. Vulnerable and reckless. The men that surrounded him were shouting and the torches they held blazed with light. His legs were dripping with a bright red now. Yet, to him, it seemed blurry figures, fiery outlines, and garbled voices surrounded him as his legs went numb and he succumbed to darkness.