Evermore

Chapter 9: Ever After

Characters~ Arthur & Merlin

Disclaimer~ Yeah—don't own Merlin in any way, shape, or form. (Arthur does XD)

Warnings~ young prince!Arthur and young poor!Merlin, some OOC because they're kids, and fluffy slash/boys' love ~wO

Music on My Mind~ Kunin Mo Na Ang Lahat Sa Akin (Take Everything from Me) by Angeline Quinto (I may be Filipino...AND constantly obsess over Xander & Javier in Minsan Lang Kita Iibigin...but I don't own this song. =w=";)

Notes from the KIT-chan~

LAST CHAPTER, GUYS~! :D

'Nother small disclaimer beforehand: I know I've already said this before, but a third or fourth time won't hurt just to make things as clear as not having to deal with lawyers with sticks up their asses who want to sue me for not putting this disclaimer down. =w="; (And I'm not talking about Phoenix Wright or Miles Edgeworth, though I also ship them as hard as the mighty fist of God. XDDD)

Anyway—I don't own The Little Prince. At all. And I never will, even if I did want to for its awesomeness of a book. XD

And also—you'll read about someone named Vortigern and Aurelius. Both are from the original Arthurian legend (which I obviously don't own either. =w=";). Vortigern was some bad King that did evil stuff (to put it simply), and in the end, Uther killed him, thus leading to his coronation. Aurelius, on the other hand, was Uther's beloved brother, but he was murdered.

That's it—you may now read, unless you have the attention span of a fly like me and may as well have already skipped this section for the heck of it. XDDDD

One last thank you to all followers & reviewers. Couldn't have gotten this far without you. ^_^

Enjoy it while it lasts~ :D

.::.*~K. Shadow~*.::.

~o~

"Thank you for letting him stay."

Uther lowered his head from the window to stare down at the floor, his expression bleak but still impassive.

Hunith let out a sigh, not taking her gaze once off the King himself. "I should be entirely grateful to you for it...even if it was only for a little while," she spoke softly, her brown eyes intent on him.

There was a long pause. Then, His Highness exhaled sharply before looking back at the two boys, seated on the bed on the other side of the glass. "...he's the spitting image of Balinor," he murmured in a nonchalant tone.

At that moment, the brunette frowned, walking over to stand beside him in front of the vast window. "Is he?" she replied in a hushed tone. "How did you know?"

Uther swallowed and pursed his lips. "You can see him in his eyes," he spoke quietly to her. "I knew...from the very beginning—in our first encounter. That look of fortitude and chivalry that I've always known all too well embedded deep from within...I could not miss it."

Hunith looked at the King, then lowered her eyes and took a deep breath, her eyes softening on the two of them before her. "They remind you of yourself and Balinor when you were still young...don't they? Arthur is a reflection of you as well."

"Everything except for his mother's eyes," he replied in a solemn voice.

Mrs. Emrys put a hand on the other's shoulder. "Ygraine has already forgiven you, Uther. That I know of myself."

In that instant, His Majesty sucked in a brief intake of air and leaned his forehead against the glass. "But my son has not. When I see him constantly look at me with that stricken expression on his face...it is as if I am still harming his mother to a much greater extent. I never meant to hurt either of them in any way..."

At this, the brunette frowned and gazed reassuringly at the Pendragon. "He will learn to forgive you in time. For his heart is nothing but pure, and you know yourself that Arthur has certainly not been known to hold long-lasting grudges," she murmured softly. "Although...what can be said about you? Have you prepared to let go of that blinding hatred of yours as well?"

Uther was silent for a minute. He turned away from the window, then placed a hand over his face.

"I meant absolutely no harm. Aurelius—my brother—was killed that day. When he disappeared from Camelot," he spoke in a hoarse, choked whisper. "All these years I'd thought Balinor had done nothing more than abandon his fate when he left me alone to fend for myself against Uncle Vortigern...even if he did save my life at the last minute."

He let out a sharp exhale, glancing over at Hunith. "After I became king all by myself, I'd only ended up assuming...that he'd merely thrown our friendship aside as if everything we'd been through together had been absolutely nothing to him. I'd been too furious the minute I'd found out...that he'd departed from Camelot without saying goodbye. He never did come back after the green roses vanished from town." He paused. "And upon returning here to see his children—more so, his eldest son, all that I had thought of was none more than those festering wounds opened up to torment me once again. I apologise sincerely for any charges I have brought upon your boy, Hunith. It was wrong of me to involve him in a situation that he definitely did not have any responsibility in. I solemnly recede my resentment towards you and your family."

Mrs. Emrys nodded quietly, looking away from the King. "I'm glad."

"But all that I have yet to know at this point...is where and why he left Camelot so soon. Is there a specific reason why he is not present here with you, Hunith?"

At that moment, the brunette closed her eyes and sighed.

The hall was suddenly silent.

"...he had no intentions of abandoning you, Uther," she began in a sombre, soft-spoken tone. "Balinor had only entrusted Camelot for you to take care of yourself. He believed that you would be able to dethrone Vortigern alone and in the end claim your true place as King of England. He knew you could do it."

Hunith paused, biting her lip. "Aurelius's death was not expected in those circumstances," she continued. "But Balinor had no choice but to return home immediately. I was about to bear our first child around that time..."

In that instant, the King's breath had stilled as he glanced back towards the young raven sitting on the bed beside his son.

"And he could not return to your aid, for he'd had a family to protect later on in a village he himself took leadership over until the end..."

"Ealdor," Uther breathed, his eyes wide at that point.

Mrs. Emrys nodded in agreement, tears rolling down her cheeks. "But just before you had come to slay your evil uncle himself...Vortigern had already attacked our homes and set fire."

The King stiffened.

"Balinor helped me and the children escape through a hidden path that I'm sure your son would have learned from Merlin by this time...but he had stayed behind to deal with that loathsome tyrant." There was another long moment of silence. "As soon as we had reached the sanctuary he had called Camelot...I had only found out that he would no longer joining us."

Uther's face became rigid. "So he is..."

Hunith sniffled, wiping a tear from her eye in response. "All I had done was simply hide everything from the children so that they would not be burdened with the pain of losing their only father...but soon enough, the truth unfolded when life turned to destiny itself."

At that moment, the brunette was sobbing, and His Majesty had shifted over to comfort her with sad eyes. "I had no idea..."

~o~

Meanwhile inside the adjacent room, Arthur had been feeding his best friend soup the nurse had brought up for him to help him feel better.

But it was still quiet because Merlin had been busy listening to the conversation his mother was having with Uther outside in the hall. His expression had been bleak, his eyes filled with sadness.

Soon, the blonde had softened his gaze on the latter, placing the soup on the bedside table and comfortingly putting his hand on the raven's wrist.

"Can you hear them?" he asked in a hushed, curious tone.

The young warlock only nodded once, then glanced back at the prince with a solemn countenance.

"...if you shift a bit closer to me and concentrate enough, you might be able to listen in on what they're saying as well."

At that moment, Arthur shrugged and moved over next to him, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before all became silent again.

"Your father was the prince my dad met all along," Merlin murmured after a while. "He was only sad that Dad left him by himself to kill that evil king." He looked up to meet the other's intent gaze. "That's why he's been so bitter to everyone all this time, not because he always thinks you're a failure and whatnot. He loves you, Arthur."

The blonde sighed, looking away from him.

"He didn't know it was because my mum was going to have me then. No one can blame your father for what he did."

Silence.

"Arthur...can't you forgive him? Please? He never wanted to hurt you and your mother in the very beginning..."

The prince took a deep breath, turning back to gaze softly at him and held his index finger delicately in the middle of his palm.

"Of course I can. I've always wanted to, anyway. Especially now that I've heard everything there is to hear from him...thanks to you."

The young warlock chuckled, grinning at his best friend that instant.

But then Arthur's face became serious again, and the room grew silent once more.

"What about you, though?"

Merlin held his breath, staring at him with an apprehensive look on his face. "...what do you mean?"

At this, he gave the raven's hand a gentle squeeze and winced. "Can you forgive me for hurting you before?" he asked, briefly glancing down at the once fatal but now healed injuries on his best friend's body.

In response, Merlin sighed, gazing into the other's eyes. "Of course," he replied, placing his hand over Arthur's that instant. "Besides...no matter how many times you try to push me away...even if it kills me, I'll always come back to be there at your side to shoulder all of your pain—because you're my best friend. I love you so much..."

At that moment, Arthur's eyes softened on him, and he wrapped his arms around him, catching him in a warm embrace.

By that time, a tear had rolled down one of the young warlock's cheeks, and he closed his eyes.

"It's just sad...that you have to go now."

The prince exhaled sharply, pulling the raven closer to him. "I love you, Merlin. I'll never forget you—ever."

Merlin sniffled, resting his head on Arthur's shoulder. "I won't forget you, either. No matter what."

The blonde sucked in a gulp of air, closing his eyes as a tear likewise fell from his cheek as well.

~o~

As soon as we had finally returned home, I'd opened the door only to have my brothers and sisters almost knock me over with excitement, all of them hugging me tightly and smiling widely to see that their big brother was all right.

Even Molly had come over as well, a timid expression on her face. She'd helped me up later on after that and looked at me with hesitant eyes.

"Merlin, I..."

But before she could say anything more, I'd already caught her in an embrace, chuckling softly in her ear. "It's okay...I forgive you."

In that instant, Molly had smiled, putting her arms around me as well.

I let out a small sigh, then slowly pulled away from her to look back at Arthur, standing behind me with a sad countenance. He'd been glancing over at the moving trucks near us before turning his head to look at me.

We stared at each other for a while, then hugged like there was no tomorrow—for the last time that we knew that we would be able to see or hear one another in what almost seemed like eons.

Soon, my best friend exhaled sharply, moving back to gaze softly into my eyes before they'd called him over to get inside the car they would be riding in to the airport.

"Come on, Arthur!" Morgana had cried, waving to us from one of the back seats. "We're going to get left behind again if you don't get a move on!"

At this, he'd grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at the brunette.

I laughed, waving back to her that instant, then shifted my eyes over to Arthur as he turned to leave for the car, waiting for me to say farewell.

"Goodbye," I spoke in an even tone, grinning sadly at the blonde.

But all he did was nod once at me with a solemn face, reluctantly turning his head as he climbed inside the royal vehicle.

Then, the driver had started the engine, and they'd all left waving to me, Arthur sitting in the back seat next to Morgana.

~o~

"Bye!" Morgana called out once more, beaming at the raven as he became farther and farther from sight. She giggled, then turned around to look at her cousin, only to see his expression glum.

That moment, her face had become serious. "Arthur..." she murmured, comfortingly putting a hand on his shoulder. "We'll still see him again someday—you know that."

But the prince only shook his head, letting out a small sigh. "I know. It's just..."

"...you forgot something, didn't you?"

In that instant, the latter raised his head with wide eyes, only to see the brunette smiling at him as she held a flat, rectangular parcel on her lap.

Arthur exhaled sharply, slowly shaking his head at her with a slight grin. "You know...you really are something, aren't you, Morgana?"

At this, the duchess cunningly raised an eyebrow at him, smirking as she tapped the driver's shoulder that moment.

"Pull over for just a second?" she pleaded with innocent eyes.

In response, the man nodded without question, parking the car to a stop beside the sidewalk.

With that, Morgana grabbed the handle and shoved her door open, quickly stepping outside and rushing back to where Merlin was still standing, his gift in her hand.

~o~

"Arthur and I want you to have this," the Duchess of Edinburgh spoke exhaustedly, as she handed the parcel to him. Then she took a deep breath and composed herself, beaming at him that instant. "Use it as you can to remember us by, though we already finished it without you. But that's why we're letting you keep it anyway—so you can finish it yourself."

At this, the brunette nodded farewell to him, running back to get in the car.

"Goodbye, Merlin! We'll miss you!"

With that, the young warlock watched after her with confused eyes, then lowered his gaze to unwrap the present his best friends had given him.

The Little Prince, it read on the very front on the cover, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery.

In that instant, his eyes softened upon recognising the pop-up book they'd started together not long ago...the first time the three of them had ever come together as friends.

"I'll miss you, too," Merlin murmured warmly to himself with a smile, glancing to watch as the car faded into the long and winding road and vigorously waving goodbye in the last few moments he'd had before they'd finally disappeared from view.

~o~

(A few days later)

"And now six years have already gone by...I have never yet told this story. The companions who met me on my return were well content to see me alive. I was sad, but I told them: 'I am tired.'

Now my sorrow is comforted a little. That is to say—not entirely. But I know that he did go back to his planet, because I did not find his body at daybreak. It was not such a heavy body...and at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells...

But there is one extraordinary thing...when I drew the muzzle for the little prince, I forgot to add the leather strap to it. He will never have been able to fasten it on his sheep. So now I keep wondering: what is happening on his planet? Perhaps the sheep has eaten the flower...

At one time I say to myself: 'Surely not! The little prince shuts his flower under her glass globe every night, and he watches over his sheep very carefully...' Then I am happy. And there is sweetness in the laughter of all the stars.

But at another time I say to myself: 'At some moment or other one is absent-minded, and that is enough! On some one evening he forgot the glass globe, or the sheep got out, without making any noise, in the night...' And then the little bells are changed to tears...

Here, then, is a great mystery. For you who also love the little prince, and for me, nothing in the universe can be the same if somewhere, we do not know where, a sheep that we never saw has—yes or no?—eaten a rose...

Look up at the sky. Ask yourselves: is it yes or no? Has the sheep eaten the flower? And you will see how everything changes...

And no grown-up will ever understand that this is a matter of so much importance!

This is, to me, the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world. It is the same as that on the preceding page, but I have drawn it again to impress it on your memory. It is here that the little prince appeared on Earth, and disappeared.

Look at it carefully so that you will be sure to recognize it in case you travel some day in the African desert. And, if you should come upon this spot, please do not hurry on. Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer question, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back."

At that moment, I let out a small sigh, shifting the book closer to my younger siblings to let them see the very last pop-up of The Little Prince itself.

"That was a great story, Brother!" Helen giggled with delight.

"Will he see the little prince again?" Caleb asked curiously.

"Read it to us once more!" Maddie beamed. "It's such a good story!"

In that instant, I exhaled sharply, looking back at them with tired eyes. "All right, all right. But this one's the last," I replied, grinning as I took the book back into my lap and saw the eager expressions on each of their little faces.

Although...that wasn't until Mother had come into the room and announced their bedtime.

"Come on, children," she'd yawned, more exhausted as I was at that point from running the fruit stand all day. "It's getting late. Time for bed."

"Aww..." I'd heard them whine, resignedly getting up from the floor to follow her out into the small hallway.

At that, Mum had chuckled softly, glancing up at me before she'd closed the door. "You too, Merlin," she added, smiling at me with warm eyes.

In response, I let out a yawn of my own and rubbed my eyes as I put the book down on my bed. "I know," I replied, beaming slightly at her.

Soon after that, it was silent in my room again.

Only then did I look back down at the last page of the story—to see the empty land shown in the image, a lone star hovering just over it...

"Thinking of him already, young warlock?"

At that moment, I gazed up from my book to see Kilgarrah perched on the windowsill nearby, staring at me with an amused countenance.

Then I frowned and lowered my eyes, letting out a small sigh as I glanced over to look through the window towards the manor on the other side of the street, its insides vacant and lights turned off.

"He'll come back," the lizard breathed, shifting his gaze towards me for a brief minute, "for it is destiny that you two should be together when you reunite this land into one."

With this, I gave a slight grin and turned to meet his gaze. "Yeah..."

Kilgarrah nodded once, then shifted closer to the window's glass and became quiet.

"...where will you go?" I asked, just above a hushed whisper. "Now that..."

There was a long pause. "Into withdrawal where I can wait in peace," he'd answered in a nonchalant tone without looking back at me, "Until I am needed once again."

In that instant, I smiled at him, nodding in response. "I see...take care of yourself then," I replied.

At that, the latter closed his eyes and grinned, lowering his head as he vanished, for the last time, into the shadows of the night.

"And you as well, Merlin..."

After he had faded from sight, I climbed back into bed again, placing the book on the bedside table where I'd always kept it since then.

But that wasn't until a tiny red envelope had fallen from the back page and landed on the floor in front of me.

With this, I raised an eyebrow at the sight, shifting over to pick up the strange latter in my hands, only to find a note inside as I'd flipped it open.

Evermore, the small piece of paper read, neatly inscribed in his handwriting that only I could have ever been so familiar with.

I chuckled softly, looking back into the envelope to pull out what seemed to be an ordinary rose seed from the very bottom of it. But the thing that surprised me was...how it looked just like the same one my father had given me that last time I'd seen him—the one I'd planted by the river when I was little, and left for a certain prince to pick in his time of need.

At that moment, my eyes softened on the tiny speckle in the middle of my palm. Then I took a deep breath and slowly clenched my hand shut, holding it gingerly.

~o~

Arthur Pendragon was, without a doubt, the truest friend I'd ever had.

It hadn't been until a few more months when I'd received my first letter from him. After all, like how the two of us had promised to each other, we'd never forgotten one another ever since.

In the time that passed, he had eventually gotten along with his father and soon with his half-brother when they'd ultimately gone to see him. Later on, he went on to boarding school with him and Morgana to study abroad and see all sorts of places the way he'd always said he'd wanted to if ever he became the professional pilot he dreamed of being for so long.

At the same time, my siblings and I had been able to go to school as well, once Mother finally raised enough money from selling fruit at the stand King Uther himself had helped her open before his departure that day.

Since then, I'd promised to myself that I'd study as hard as I could—just so that one day, I could finally catch up to Arthur and maybe even visit him, too.

However... (insert sigh here)

Well, really it's been seventeen years now, and...let's just say that we've both been busy with our own personal matters keeping our hands full, so neither of us have heard a word from one another since. But even though the letters stopped coming at some point in time, I still kept my best friend in my mind and sometimes visited the river every now and then to check on that seed I'd planted in the tall grass by the tree.

You know...now that I do think of it, I kind of miss hearing Arthur's voice...not to mention his finger hugs as well.

...whatever—I'm going outside for a bit. (insert sharp exhale here) Hope to see you then.

~o~

(Meanwhile just on a usually empty street—past a familiarly small house...)

"Is this it?" Kay asked, glancing over at the tall blonde sitting next to him that instant in the passenger seat.

At that moment, the latter nodded once to his half-brother. "Yeah. You can stop over there if you want."

In response, the platinum blonde pulled over towards the side of the road beside the dilapidated house and killed the engine, sighing.

"All right. This is it," he breathed, looking at the prince himself. Then he smirked slightly, his eyes full of mischief. "It's your funeral, you know. Once Dad finds out you didn't show up to the main event."

Arthur rolled his eyes, staring back at Kay. "It's not like he's not going to murder you, too, by any chance, you idiot. You're as much in this as I am," he drawled before pausing for a bit. Only then did he shift his gaze towards the familiar home next to them.

"Besides..." the blonde exhaled, his eyes softening on the recognisable house. "Morgana wouldn't stall Father at her own wedding if she didn't have a clue where I was going."

At this, Kay shrugged, glancing oppositely towards the magnificent manor that stood on the other side of the street.

Silence.

"Hey, Arthur...isn't this that place you and cousin stayed at that summer before you came to see..."

There was another long pause.

"Yes," the prince replied in a hushed tone, not taking his eyes away from the open car window before him. He winced. "It is."

In that instant, the platinum blonde's face had grown solemn. "Oh." He pursed his lips, shifting his gaze over to where his half-brother was staring in. "...do you think he's still there?"

Arthur slowly shook his head, his countenance bleak. "I don't know. But hopefully...he's somewhere near here, at least."

"Aww..."

With this, Kay chuckled heartily, lightly prodding the other on the shoulder. "Well, what are you waiting for? It won't hurt to search for him now—that's what we came here for. right?"

The blonde let out a sigh. "Yeah...I guess you're right," he responded dismally, opening the door.

As he stepped out, the latter beamed at him from the open window. "I'll wait for as long as you need me to. Say hi to the little tyke for me, will you?"

The prince laughed at him in response. "Oh, I don't think he's so little anymore, Kay."

At that, Arthur smirked, turning to make his way up to the front door of his best friend's house.

Little did he know, though, that the young warlock himself...had gone for a walk on the usual path they had both gotten to know very much back in their childhood.

~o~

The Pendragon exhaled sharply when no one had answered the door and after he had looked through both windows of the Emrys home. With that, he resignedly stepped away from the porch, thinking of all the possible places the raven could have gone in such a long time.

But that was when he remembered the river, and immediately rushed down the steps towards the usual spot...

~o~

Unfortunately, the person he was looking for was still nowhere to be found. So he went back to the place he'd started with—the patch where he'd been allowed to pick the flower that had saved the one he loved most.

A green rose was intact among the tall grass that grew around it, glimmering underneath the evening sky.

At this, the prince's eyes had softened, and he smiled as he remembered the seed he'd found at the bottom of the vase in Merlin's room that day—the one Morgana had caught him sealing inside a red envelope before hiding it in the very back of his favourite book of all time.

Oh, how he'd wondered if this flower had been what he'd hoped the raven would find later on since then...

But Arthur was exhausted, and he'd shut his eyes for a while after to take a short nap underneath the shade of the tree.

It hadn't been until much later, though...until he'd heard a rustle nearby and quickly stood up where he was to hide behind the bushes beside him.

~o~

In the meantime, Merlin sat by the riverbank, tossing small pebbles across the water's surface as he absent-mindedly stared into the distant horizon.

Then he stared down to glance at the red envelope he held in his hand that instant...along with the small note he'd received exactly seventeen years ago.

Evermore.

At that moment, the raven sighed, closing his eyes as he began to think of the prince, reminiscent of all the memories he'd cherished for so long since he was a child. Then he remembered the picture shown on the page where the tiny parcel had been hidden.

That empty land where that lone star, which he'd later figured to be the sun afterwards, shone so brightly over during the day...the very spot where the pilot claimed the little prince would return.

In that instant, a light breeze blew past Merlin's face, and soon the simple rose seed that he'd planted came into mind as well.

With this, he opened his eyes and gazed back into the distance, wondering how long the pilot waited for his friend to come back. After all, he'd already waited around seventeen years...

The raven let out a sharp exhale, standing up on his feet to walk over to the place where he knew he'd last buried the seed.

Maybe if I went back there again... he'd thought longingly to himself.

~o~

By the time he'd reached the tree, the green rose was present among the tall grass, ever so graceful as it was like the one before it.

At that moment, Merlin's eyes softened, and he knelt down beside it to watch as it glimmered dimly before him. The only thing that he'd been missing was the one person he'd held the closest in his heart.

But that wasn't until...

"Looking for someone?" a familiar voice had asked, all of a sudden.

Immediately, the raven had stiffened, slowly raising his head from the flower to turn around and see none other than the prince himself standing behind him, still dressed in his royal, military-like uniform from head to toe.

"Arthur..." Merlin murmured, his eyes wide and mouth gaping as the blonde smiled warmly at him.

In an instant, he'd tackled Arthur in an embrace, sending the two of them falling to the ground and laughing. After that, the Pendragon shifted over until he was on top of his soul mate, their faces just inches apart from each other.

"You came back," the raven sighed, beaming up at him.

The blonde chuckled softly. "Of course I did," he replied, his mouth hovering over the other's ear. "Although I am sorry it took so long, but...I missed you, didn't I? There was a promise I had to keep..."

Merlin grinned, then found his lips softly pressed against Arthur's. "Is that so? Well, I doubt you have any idea how much I missed you..." he'd whispered in response.

The prince exhaled into the warlock's mouth, then pulled back slightly to murmur something both knew they'd remember for the rest of their lives...

"Look—if you never leave me, I will never leave you. You know I love you too much."

The raven laughed, his sapphire blue irises shimmering under the evening light. "I love you, too..."

With that, he pressed his lips back against the blonde's, and both had closed their eyes, the sun setting in the distant horizon.

~o~

They say that the green rose can only be found up near the gates of heaven, blooming exclusively in the one place where life is always considered eternal. It has also been believed to be the greatest remedy of all...since it signifies the constant rejuvenation of spirit, making it a messenger of cheerfulness.

But most of all...it is the best thing you could ever give for the one you hold in your heart the most. For like a green rose, love is something that is made in heaven: a spouse of hope and a twin of eternity...

And so the green rose is the symbol that love has no boundaries whatsoever...just as Arthur and I knew ourselves at that point—now and evermore.

~FIN~

~o~

Music on My Mind~ Secrets by One Republic (don't own)

Notes from the KIT-chan~

Review? ^^";

The end. ^w^ Hope you all enjoyed, and that other stories won't disappoint if any of you decide to consider them in the future or something.

Part of those last quotes that Merlin said (in first person) came from a few posts I found on Tumblr, if any of you gave a damn, by the way. XD

*sighs* Well, that's it. All's left for me now is to wait until Season 4 finally airs in October. So close yet so far... =w="; But no worries. My birthday is in five days, and I'll be in the Wizarding World of Drarry—ahem—Harry Potter by then. XDDDD

Best wishes, everyone! Thanks for following/reviewing~! :D

.::.*~Kit Shadow~*.::.