DISCLAIMER: I don't own Merlin, if I did, it would not have ended.

helllo! I have a quick a/n in the beginning: so it was brought to my attention, that being an ignorant American ;) I don't know much about the British school system. The lovely Erik's Princess helped me out a bit, though I still don't feel completely comfortable in my knowledge of it. Thus, even though it makes little sense, the school system is more American than it is British. I honestly did not think that one through, and I apologize profusely for my inaccuracy. Oh and thank you to everyone who has read this story, who is following it, who favorited it, and of course special thanks to those who reviewed :)

Alexandra and myself get into my car after the final bell rings. The others are supposedly going to try and follow us, though as traffic in the city is always horrendous, that does not seem very likely. I gave them the address and hoped they had a GPS. The main reason why Alexandra enjoys riding with me is because I have a tendency to use my magic to help the traffic move better. It's quite helpful actually, though the first time it happened was an accident, I kept to it for it worked so well.

We arrive at my house, which in town is known as the Old Man's house. It's quite funny actually. I bought this house under the guise of Dragoon, well, what used to be known as Dragoon. Recently that guise has just become known as the Old Man. The inside is beautiful. There are artifacts dating from all the periods in which I lived, even things from Camelot. My favorite piece of decorations are the two swords forged in the dragon's breath hanging about my mantle. The two swords that once belonged to Mordred and Arthur. I had given Arthur's to Freya a long time ago, though after swords were no longer being used as common weapons, I felt it would be safe to bring it back into my possession. Mordred's sword I had found sticking out of the ground not long after Arthur's death. It was in front of a grave, and I assume it was Mordred's grave. I wander intothe library, as I often do. I still own the magic book which Gaius had given me when I first arrived in Camelot along with a few others. The library, which I generally did not welcome visitors into, showed evidence of all my travels, and of all different lives I had lived. I have all of my different degrees, which I have accumulated over the years hanging on one wall. All under different aliases of course.

I look to the bookshelves, with all of the leather bound books, centuries old, and then the newer more modern books, sitting side by side. My entire house was a collector's dream. After Gaius had died, I had been given all of his books, along with the magic books hidden in the vaults of the castle. There is a grand piano in the corner, which I have learned to play, and play with more than a novice skill. It's amazing what skills you pick up after a thousand years. My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door, and Alexandra along with everyone else walk in. I say, "You know, the library is not a room many get to see. There are many artifacts in here dating way back, it's quite amazing actually, though let's head out back towards the stables. Alexandra, I presume the stables are clean, correct?"

Alexandra nods in reply, a sparkle in her eye at our hidden joke. We walk past my mantle, and both Arthur and Morgan stop and stare at the two swords. Without realizing it, they are looking at their downfall all those years ago. Morgan says, "I had a dream, long ago.. I believe I had died in it, and I believe my death was caused one of those swords. Except, it wasn't actually me who had died. Well it was, but it wasn't.."

Her words fade off. It does not surprise me that she has dreams of her past life. She was a powerful Seer along with a High Priestess. I'm only hoping that this time, she will not have to be the darkness to my light.

We walk back out through the kitchens and back towards the stables. I walk in first, and have to quickly use my magic to stop the stables from mucking themselves. At least they are clean, and it was Alexandra who was right behind me. We begin to saddle the horses, when Gwaine decides to announce, "You know, I've never ridden a horse. Though it can't be too hard can it?"

Basically the entire group nods in agreement about having never ridden before. I can only hope that they will regain those memories quickly. We all saddle up, and head off into the woods. Thank gods that they all seemed to remember what they were doing.

Elyon looks at me, "Merlin, what is that attached to your saddle?" I look down, and realize that I had forgotten to take the sword off my mare. I generally take the sword with me for protection if I go off riding alone. Especially when I want to try and keep my magic inconspicuous, which is all the time. It's amazing how no one ever seems to question the flying sword coming out of nowhere, but the second you say any spells, there will be a witch hunt.

I grin a little, and pull out the sword, it's one I have had since my days in Camelot. Yeah, it would probably make more sense to have a gun, but some habits never die.

Arthur without even realizing what he is saying says, "Oh gods, Merlin with a sword. We all better look out for our lives, for we all know he can't handle a sword for the life of him."

Everyone seems confused now, especially Arthur, for who in their right mind even used swords now. Or who even needed some sort of protection on them anyways. Handguns are not allowed in the UK, and shotguns require a license, though they are not really needed.. Though the question going through everyone's mind seemed to be Why does Merlin having a sword seem odd for reasons other than swords are outdated?

The group had reached a fairly large clearing. It was the clearing I normally used to summon Aisthusa, not that I was planning to do so. I stopped my mare, and the rest of the horses stopped as well. Something seems to flash in Morgan's eyes, something that seemed almost like recognition. Morgan suddenly sounding frightened said, "Merlin.. What.. Oh my god.. The last thing I remember is cruelly teasing Arthur, and then being stabbed.." Her eyes lit up, with realization and she suddenly said, "You stabbed me! With the sword forged in the dragon's breath! I died by your hand."

Sorry.. I just really like dramatic endings... And I felt like Morgana being the first to reach the realization of what was happening would be fun. This is a slightly boring chapter, and for that I apologize, but you need to have them now and again..

oh and it's 2 am where I am now.. So there will probably end up being another chapter up before the end of today..
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