I don't own Merlin...

PROLOGUE

It had been months now. Months since Arthur had died, since Merlin had pushed his king into the water and seen the boat drift away to be engulfed by the thick fog.

Months since he was told that the Once and Future King would come back.

It was too long. Merlin couldn't wait for a few months, how is he going survive the decades ahead of him? Especially with this newfound information of being immortal.

What was the point?

He kept moving though, different places every few weeks, a cabin there, a little hole in the ground that reminded him too much of Morgana but he stayed there because he had nowhere else to go.

Well.

There was Camelot.

But he was never going back there again. He knew Gwen, dear sweet Guinevere, would be disappointed, hurt, but he just couldn't live there again. Even glimpsing the towering parapets of the castle caused an unspeakable ache to bloom in his heart. It was too much.

So he wandered the kingdoms, searching for everything and nothing, mourning the loss of his life, his friends, his happiness.

Until he met Autumn.