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It had been a week since Merlin had visited the ruined castle, he missed his friends and after the many centuries he had lived through he could now say he had a reason.

He had to think to himself though, what would Arthur say if he saw the way he lived now? After the many years of living and not spending more then he needed to-he was still a servant at heart-he had collected so much money it could make him a billionaire, but he didn't show it.

He lived in a small house in the country, two bedrooms a front room, kitchen, a study and two bathrooms but that was it.

He lived away from everything and anything in his own little world in his thoughts, a place where he could practice his magic freely without anyone knowing, it seemed though that at his house nothing was done by hand, everything by magic, it just felt so natural to see a bowl being cleaned by a floating wet cloth and a table being set by invisible people.

His power had increased over the years that he had lived, the old religion was dead to people in the future, to most people it was an amusing myth or story but to him it was an unimaginable power that he could harness and use for good.

After all he still hadn't learned everything in his spell book, there was so much time that he didn't need to know everything, even Kilgarrah-that had long since decided to retire in a sunny warm place in Europe-agreed with him, since the dragon had decided that he had lived to long and was tired of having humans find him at every point and turn, Kilgarrah had decided to find a cave and settle down in a nice warm country near a big lake, while he left Aithusa in Merlin's care, after all the dragon thought Merlin as a father.

Merlin sighed to himself as he sat on the edge of a cliff watching the beautiful sunset over a blue sparkling lake. This was a place that he came to think most days, it was natural and quiet unlike his house that buzzed with magic and Aithusa who occupied the second bedroom which Merlin had altered with magic so it would fit a massive dragon inside. He laughed softly to himself as he realised how weird it would sound if he asked someone to come to his house.

"Oh don't worry that room just holds a dragon" people would probably think he was mad and maybe he was, after all he did live with a white dragon that sometimes would behave like a dog when it wanted something. He closed his eyes as he thought about all the things he had done for the country.

In the years 1914 and 1918 men would sit around tell stories of a man riding a white dragon while his eyes flashed gold. They were the years of the first world war when Merlin had not payed any attention to the politics, he had been walking a long a busy city street in the city of London when he heard cries from women and children which he investigated.

Finding out that they were going to war, but this war was different from something he had seen when he had been in Camelot, it had been bloodier and longer with more horrible weapons, the Warlock could remember as if it were yesterday, teleporting back to his house in the middle of nowhere and finding his white dragon, he had jumped on his back before the poor beast could ask what was happening.

The war by his ending had only lasted a week but with mind games and a little magic he had convinced the apparent great minds of the world that the war had last for five years, how wrong those minds were. And again when the next world war happened, he was seen riding into battle against the Germans on a white stead, instead of being a dragon, Aithusa had decided to change into a different animal so he wasn't given unnecessary attention. The second world war he had fought in but he wasn't the one who had stopped it, that had been down to the president Churchill.

Merlin let his eyes open as the terrible times with unnecessary blood loss and loss of lives left his head so happy thoughts could remain, he had gotten quite good at segregating horror from happiness.

After all he had, had decades of training, but the memories he could never dislodge were the ones of his best friends, he rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh as he realised that what he needed to stop the memories was a good book, but since he had read every single one in his house he needed to travel to the city, the place he dreaded the most.