I opened my eyes as I heard the alarm clock ring. Slowly I reached over and turned it of before stretching and pulling my legs over the side of the Bed. I got up and started my normal morning routine. It is about the same routine I have had for the past 1500 years. It has changed slightly over the years as I got new jobs and new technology was invented.

When I am ready I head down the stairs to the building under my loft.

Soon after Arthur's death I had came to the realization that I was not aging. I was forced to watch all my friends slowly age and die leaving me behind to wait for Arthur's return. I built a house right beside the lake of avalon and lived their for many years watching as Albion fell and from the ashes a new kingdom was formed. After awhile though I began to relise that Arthur's return would not come any time soon. So I began to travel the world, learning many different languages and cultures. I still kept my small house by the lake and returned to it every once in awhile. It was during one of these visits that my magic first started acting strange. I could feel it being pulled and attracted towards something. for a while I could not figure out what that something was. But as the feeling grew stronger it stared to lay out a path which I followed. The path, to my surprise,lead me to New York city. When I got there the feeling was not present 24/7 but it was still there So I decided to stay in new york. I bought a small book shop with a loft above it. I fashioned the shop to reflect the style of Camelot that I had come to miss. In the corner of the shop I had a sitting area where people could lay back and read. The shop was not always that busy ,but thats what I loved about it besides after 1500 years I really didn't need that much money.

I finally figured out what the feeling was when an alien army attacked new york. The guy Loki used some kind of magic but I wasn't able to identify what it was. My shop was not damaged in the attack so I decided to stay. I had a feeling this was not the end of things.

I frowned at the memories nothing had really happened since the attack other then the avengers decided to stay in the city. Shrugging I turned the closed sign on the door to say open and sat behind the counter. I picked up the book I had been reading the day before on Arthurian legend. These story's always made me laugh at how far of they were from the truth.i was pulled out of my thoughts by a the sound of the door opening. A man with curly brown hair and brown eyes walked into the shop. I looked over at where he was standing and gave him a smile.

"hello"