The years passed, and Camelot had died around him. Horses were replaced by carriages, and carriages were replaced by cars. There was even an invention called the bicycle. He quite liked that one, if he were honest.
Sometimes Merlin would hear a song that reminded him of Arthur. He took daily walks around the shores of Avalon, and though the lake had changed quite a bit, the stone pillar still stood at its center. He often looked out upon the lake, waiting. He spent most of his days there, in fact, sitting on a bench on the shore, listening to the rumble of cars driving by. The waiting hour had begun.
He'd waited for a thousand years now, always searching for an out-of-place king in period clothing. Every morning he woke up with the sunrise, ready to pull Arthur's curtains back, to fetch him breakfast, to have goblets thrown at him as they went about their usual banter. But Arthur was gone.
And no one ever payed much attention to the man on the shores of Avalon.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
For the Love of Camelot
FanficTW: Attempted suicide ! CAUTION: MAY CONTAIN SERIOUS FEELS ! This is a Merthur fanfic. For those who don't ship, don't read. Out of the corner of his eye, the warlock saw a dark figure approaching his King, sword drawn. Arthur's Bane. But Merlin...
