A/N: No warnings this time. Maybe a double update today! I'll try to post the third part later this afternoon.
A butterfly floated toward the young warlock, the sun scintillating on its sapphire wings. Merlin watched it with sad eyes and recognized it as the first creation of his after his magic had been returned to him in the cave. He lifted his hand. The blue creature landed on his palm and regarded him with something almost like intelligence.
"I don't think I can go back." He whispered. "I don't have the strength to tell them that Arthur is never coming back."
The butterfly lifted and flew at his eyes. Not aggressively, but urgently, as if trying to communicate.