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TheLittleCatmole: Eugene was mentioned at the beginning of the epilogue in the Rising of Merlin, where Merlin tells part of the Order who he and Arthur really are, and mentions that the man who claimed to be Merlin and that went to Hogwarts in Slytherin wasn't actually him but an imposter. So I guess it's easier to just reread that part and hopefully it will make more sense =)

Assassin of Syria: This chapter is kind of an interlude, but the next one will be the battle of Hastings. I was so chocked to find out about Hodor, that was one epic plot twist. I don't know much about Rhaegar yet since I'm only short of finishing the first book, but my favourites are Tyrion and Dany. I never much cared for the Baratheons. The one I hate the most right now is the High Sparrow because it's people like him that gives religion it's bad name.

mwinter1: And here it is =)

whatswiththemoustache: Thank you ;P He will, he just need to find the right people. Right now he mostly wants to stay on his own even thought he's integrating with the world again, but he will find friends again. It will be after this is finished, but I'm definitely leaning towards writing it so we'll see. I just hope I'm staying true to all the references. I know I've already changed a few details, but that's just Merlin not being able to remember the exact ways things happened and mixing them up ;-P Thank you =)

Anastacius: Correctamundo, to quote the Doctor ;) Thank you so much.

The New Creed: Thank you so much for the suggestion but looking it up, I saw that that happened in the 700-800 hundreds, during which time Merlin was under the deep depression. With this chapter we have entered the 1000s, so it happened too early I'm afraid. If you have other suggestions though, feel free to tell me =) Thank you so much for reading.

trainreader: Basically, yes. He didn't want to get involved with the school because he felt it would be too much too soon. He also wanted to stay incognito so he wouldn't have people going after him, wanting stuff.

The Eye of London

The way south was longer then he remembered, but then again he had been quite out of it when he did the long trek up to the waterfall. It also helped that he had flown on Aithusa's back the last bit. She wasn't here now though, having decided to stay behind and keep an eye on the school.

Merlin looked at the wand in his hand, feeling the magic pulsing through it as he cast a silent spell to ward of his camp. He loathed the thing, remembering having laughed at the druids that had first created them a very long time ago now. Several lifetimes in fact. It was all starting to blur together and he had more and more trouble keeping everything apart.

He never thought he would see another wand again, but arriving in Hogsmead had shown him how wrong he had been. The Old Magic had slowly been drained from the earth since Arthur's death, and now only a few were strong enough to wield it without a magical core to channel it through.

It was so rare in fact that, after performing a simple fire spell to light the hearth, the few people left in the tavern had gone completely silent. After that, he decided he needed to create a wand for himself to blend in.

Kilgarrah had granted him a scale from his skin the day he died. He had visited Merlin while he was in the cave, sending a message to him through the crystals to come and see him by the White Mountains. He was the last sentient being he had talked to before Aithusa had found him again.

He created the wand from a simple sapling of an Elder tree that he then infused with the scale. It was probably the most powerful wand out there, but it still wasn't enough to channel his magic completely. It felt restricting and violating, but it was the only way for him to blend in.

Looking at it now he realised he no longer had use for it. At least not as long as he stayed out of the way from other magic users, so he quickly tossed it down in his satchel and completed the wards without it.

It took him a month to reach his cottage by the lake, in which time he had learnt that the world was very different from the one he grew up in.

Even though the witches and wizards, as they liked to call themselves nowadays, still held on to the old traditions and costumes of old, the mundanes didn't.

They had evolved far beyond their lost brothers and sisters, having to rely on science to survive, and so they adapted. Their way of living far surpassed them in way of community and politics. Even their medicine was on its way to become just as good as a simple spell.

Merlin loved it.

He had immensely enjoyed living in Hogsmead, being able to practise magic without prosecution, but they way of the mundanes appealed him more.

They were creating a society built on knowledge and hard work. They weren't afraid to explore new worlds or discover new ways to wield a sword.

There had existed schools back when he was young, but nothing like they were now.

He had decided that he would gather all his things from the cottage and move to the ever growing city of London, from which he had heard tales during the last months that it was the best place to be if you wanted to be a direct part of the evolution. Though it was currently being occupied by some Danish Vikings, but the city was large enough to be safe in.

Before leaving his childhood home for good he ventured back to the crystal cave where he picked up a loose crystal and put it in his satchel in case he would need it. That's when he noticed a small section of completely black crystals. How he hadn't noticed them before was beyond him, but now he felt more drawn to them then he had ever been to a crystal since the first time he laid eyes on the crystal of Neahtid.

They were filled with powerful magic, different from the other crystals but still the same. It felt like they were filled with the power of life and death.

He picked up a small stone, no bigger than a pebble, and the moment it touched his skin he could feel how it drained him. It was sucking the energy out of him but he refused to drop it. Partly because he knew he couldn't die either way, but mostly because he could feel the potential in the stone.

With this stone he would be able to bring back the ones who were dead.

Sitting on the cot in his house on the outskirts of London, Merlin once again studied the black crystal in his hand.

It had taken quite a lot of work but he had managed to harness the power in it to prevent it from taking life, only giving it.

Of course he knew it would never be powerful enough to bring someone back completely, but perhaps it was still enough just to be able to see a glimpse of the ones he had loved and lost. Perhaps it would help fill in the hole in his chest and make him feel whole again.

As he tended to do every day after waking up and picking up the stone, he sighed and put it back down on his bedside table to got ready for another day in school. One more year and he would earn the right to call himself a true physician, or as they new word going around was, a doctor.

He had lived in London for close to a decade now, having built himself a two story house filled with the latest inventions to make life as easy as possible, added with a little magic to make it bigger on the inside as well as to protect him from unwanted visitors.

It had taken a few trips but he had eventually managed to bring all the artefacts and personal belongings he had taken from Camelot as he left and later when it fell, to the house and down into the basement where he set up them all up to protect them from the wear and tear of time.

While living in Hogsmead he had taken up the routine of training with a sword again, mostly because of Tormund who insisted he needed to grow some muscles on his skinny body, and so the two of them often spared in the early morning hours. It was a routine he didn't want to give up and so he built a sparring room in the basement so he could keep his techniques fresh.

Unfortunately, it was a skill he was forced to use on an almost daily basis to fight of unruly Viking or just plain drunks who didn't have the mindset not to pick a fight.

In 1066 though, he felt inclined to use his skills in a much more deadly way since after the death of King Edward, he decided to fight in the first battle since Camlann to prevent the Norsemen to completely take over his new home.

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I hope you liked it and that you got the reference the stone Merlin found was the Resurrection stone, and the wand was the Elder wand. He now has all three hallows so all that is left is for him to meet the brother in a few chapters =D

I'm starting a new job in almost two weeks, on Monday the 20th, which is the day before I'm supposed to update this next time, so I'm not sure if I will be able to. I will work all summer up till the end of September and I have no idea how much free time or energy I will have. I'm also moving quite far away for this job so just that will take a lot out of me. Hopefully I will get a few chapters out but I don't think I will be able to keep up the two week update schedule.

I hope it won't be too much of a problem for you and that you'll stay with me for the times I do update =)

Have a great week.