Waiting For Him

Merlin could never get over how far humanity had advanced since the days of his youth. As he lived his days as a nomad in a modern world, he kept stopping in front of the final resting place of his beloved master and best friend. All of his friends had well passed on into the next life already and were probably wondering when he would be joining them. But Merlin was stubborn as a mule and his life had somehow allowed him to gain some form of immortality.

"Everyone...I'm doing fine. Things are far more peaceful since the days of Camelot. People think that we're a myth or a simple story that a writer had made up. But we know the truth." Merlin thought to himself as he decided to take a detour from his regular route to stand in front of Arthur's final resting place.

Once he got to the lake, he gazed out to the tower where Arthur lay in waiting for the day that the world needed him once again. Merlin felt tears threatening to break as he remembered when he cradled him in his arms after failing to heal him from Mordred's fatal blow. That was the first time that Arthur had ever thanked him.

"I'm still here you clotpole." Merlin said in defiance of distance and the barrier to the other side where Arthur was. "Don't keep me waiting much longer or I'm gonna demand overtime."

A chilling breeze came from across the lake to him that he could've sworn was Arthur's reply as he felt a single tear roll down his cheek. He stood there for a long time, waiting for Arthur to come back and tell him he was an idiot.