OKAY SO WIZARDS WAS A FUCKING RIDE AND I LOVED IT! I will be blunt that I cried a little. Especially realizing why certain characters acted the way they did. Like Morgana? Girl's story pulled me apart. Like I hated her for what she did to people in Trollhunters but now I understand why and it breaks me.

Anyway, I couldn't sleep due to the extreme fucking high all of this gave me so enjoy my little word dumb. Much love y'all.

My mind was in a haze. Like I was in this fickle place between the conscious world and a dream-like state. It was like having a lucid dream. I open my eyes and I can see, heard, and feel all that is around me, but I had no control over my body. I would try my best to fight against it mentally, but my body would never respond.

Yet, my body moved and it caused hell.

Flashes of what I've done burn my memory as if it was yesterday. The feeling of punching tough stone that belonged to a dear friend still weighed on my shoulders as the sound of a body slamming the ground echoed in my mind. The look of Claire's eyes as I held her nearly by her neck before me. Knowing that my body was willing to end her as I was screaming for me to stop. I watched all of this as I was chained within my own mind and it killed me that it took the loss of Arthur to be free from my imprisonment.

Then instantly after I came back to control, I was ripped away from it once more.

The feeling of turning to stone felt as if I was on fire. That my already rock-like flesh was burning from the inside out as I turned solid. My mind was frantic as I wanted to at least say sorry for what I've done. For what I could have done to her. But none of these words slip from my lips as the transformations were fast and took over me within moments. The only word escaping me being her name. It took my back to when I first became a troll. To when I entered that bath with Merlin's concoction with how she was my last memory. How it was when we first really spoke. It was ironic to me that her tear-filled eyes were still as beautiful as they were from back then. The only regret filling my head that I never told her I loved her as much I wanted to.

Now, I understood why I refrained from it as much as I did. I had a feeling that the corruption was going to take over me and that Merlin wouldn't have a cure for me. He stated to me when I have presented the idea to go through with my transformation that there wasn't a way to go back, so how would he be able to save me from losing the last bit of humanity I had? I knew it was the end. So I decided I was going to try my best to make the last moments I would have with her as perfect as I could.

But I didn't want her to be stuck on me.

I didn't want her believing that she couldn't move on from me. I didn't want her to spend the rest of her life in pain from me or to think no one else could love her. So, I did my best to keep the words from coming out. It was difficult and I almost found myself muttering them to her more times than I had digits to could on, but I made it through. But my last thoughts as I felt my skin burn as if I was basking in the sunlight were the few words I didn't want to leave her with.

I love you.

When the rubble fell off my skin and I noticed my plain of vision was much shorter than I remembered, I was rather shocked. The feeling of cloth on my flesh was something that was foreign to me as I looked out towards Claire. Her face was still full of tears as her hands were over her mouth. Then she was in my arms. I held her tight against me due to the fact that I felt as if it was a dream. That this was some sick afterlife that was haunting me with what I could have had. But as her slightly damp cheek rubbed itself against my neck while her arms found their selves around my neck, I knew it was real. I found myself burying my head into her neck even though the cold feeling from her armor was a sharp contrast from the warmth of her skin.

I would have stayed there forever if I was allowed, but the world was never one to give me a break.

We pulled apart against my wishes as our hands found each other like it has for what felt like years. Instead of me feeling as if mine could engulf hers like that of the ocean tide against the sand, they were like puzzle pieces. Matching and linking together like they were meant to.

We are meant to be together.

I felt myself smile as her words from the Shadow Realm rang within my head while the memory from when I submerged myself into Merlin's magic fluttered into my head. I started to quickly compare the Claire before me from the one I would day-dream of when we were just high schoolers. Noting the small changes that have happened in her features since then. The most obvious being the change of her hair while the smallest being the darker shade of skin that was under her eyes and the slightest of difference in her lips.

I guess kissing what is basically stone can do that to a person.

I mentally chuckled to myself as I stared at her a while longer. I began to count the small splash of freckles that spread across the bridge of her nose and both her cheeks as if the number would change from the last time I tried.

She still looked perfect. Even after all this time.

But as I stated, life never gave me a break. Destiny had always been my greatest foe and this one was the idea of who was to wield Excaliber.

When I asked Douxie how I could be the Trollhunter if I no longer had the amulet, I knew his answer already, but I was more afraid of the idea that it wouldn't choose me as the amulet had. Or if it did, that I would only put those I love in danger once more. So when I decided to actually try and pull Excaliber from it's confinements to only be shown that my destiny was now to wield Arthur's blade, I felt a small amount of panic set in. I was afraid to be worthy of the blade. Afraid of what it would bring.

Yet as I looked over to chocolate eyes that stood by my side as they have through everything else within my life, I understood why I was so frightened. A bittersweet feeling finding its way into my heart as I felt my grip tighten on the sword's handle.

She gave me something much more than just a loved one to lose.

So as I lay here now, feeling Claire's even breaths tickle my neck as the moonlight danced across my old room as if time had never changed, I was laying awake within her arms thinking way too much for my own good. It was as if we were still the same two kids from when we first did something like this. I felt a small smile spread across my cheeks as I rubbed my thumb on her waist as I held her close, pulling a small murmur to come from the sorcerous that was laying her head across my chest. I chuckled to myself as memories of how we first started to just lay together after I came back from the Darklands danced within my mind. I found myself smiling contently as I buried the side of my face within her hair. One thought invading my mind as I drifted softly to sleep while my new destiny leaned up against my old school desk not too far away from me.

If someone wasn't afraid to lose those that they loved, they must have never loved someone as I do now.

And I wouldn't change a thing.