Eventually, he found himself wandering across a misty moor. On the hill before him sat the Stones of Nemeton. He wondered why he had come here. Then, after realizing the obvious reason for his coming here, he wondered if it was actually possible. He no longer had the Horn of Cathbhadh… yet perhaps he had the power within himself to speak with the spirits of the dead there? He wished Gaius was with him, as he had many times in the previous few years. Gaius would hit him on the back of the head and tell him to pull himself together and no, Merlin, you can't do the ritual without the horn, you may be powerful but you're not a god. But Merlin had to try, didn't he?
A/N: So much writer's block lately! I will hopefully be posting more often in the future, as I now have a laptop!
I'll update this story later today. I'm trying out posting really short chapters just for effect.
R&R!