He turned away with a heavy heart, leaving his home behind. His future held nothing but loneliness. No prophecy told him what the rest of his life held. No destiny had been made for him to follow. He had failed in his only task.
Merlin swallowed the lump in his throat and began to mutter, casting a spell he had become familiar with, but had hoped to never cast again. But he did. The distorted appearance hid the youth beneath the skin of an ancient man. It became a fragile disguise to mask the grief that he could not banish.
A/N: That's it! (I may turn this into a longer fanfic in the near future.) I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading!