#4: Life
Fifteen hundred years was a very long time. No normal human had even lived a tenth of that.
But Balthazar Blake had.
He'd been wandering the world for almost twenty lifetimes, first with two close friends, then alone. And why? To find the Prime Merlinean, but why was he hunting for someone who may never come into being?
To save lives.
The Prime Merlinean was prophesied to destroy Morgana, the greatest threat to humanity the ancient world had seen. Kill her, and countless lives would be saved.
And that was worth any sacrifice, wasn't it? Was it worth wandering to the ends of the earth, decade after endless decade? Worth carrying around a piece of his heart in a little nesting doll?
When he finally saw Morgana defeated and held up the gold necklace to Veronica, when he finally saw her face light up in pure joy and felt her press her lips against his, Balthazar knew.
This was life.
Life was worth it any sacrifice.