Ultimate Merlin Ending
More like Merthur though ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
>> Canon plot continuation:
Arthur is going to rise when Merlin needs him the most. _ Long analysitical post_
The dragon, Killgarah, said that the time Arthur wakes would be when Albion’s (England) is in great need. This is also said in the Arthurian storylines.
Now the myth of Arthur rising from the lake in Avalon seems to have disappointed a lot of fans.
Many claiming it to be false and ‘obviously a fantasy’ for little children.
After major wars such as BOER, WW1 and WW2 – no one believed nor still believes that the time Arthur Pendragon will rise and save the day will ever come now.
And if Merlin is the most powerful sorcerer to have ever graced the earth, then why hasn’t he acted upon his given title and defended Albion when situations called for?
Simply? – It wasn’t Merlin’s job.
The most powerful, the one that is born with magic.
Merlin’s eyes gleamed golden since the day he was born.
Merlin’s magic isn’t taught, but instinctual. A reflex at his will, a force at his command. The druids feared his magic but respected him highly because of it. The town people loved his character, his kind hearted spirit – if they had known of his powers they would kneel down, figurely, like the druids.
But Merlin never revealed himself, never sought out credit. And to Arthur, he was ‘just Merlin’, and he wanted it to be that way. Arthur wanted him that way.
The only acknowledgement Merlin needed was just as much as reasurance from one man only.
Arthur himself.
His other half, the other side of the coin.
Arthur who has magic too. Who is magic itself. Created with it whereas Merlin was the sole core itself.
They are, truly, one and the same.
They are each other pluses and minuses.
And that will be how they will reunite – in dire times. The most powerful sorcerer versus the Once and Future king.
How?
Merlin, our down-to-earth human cinnamon roll, has the elements of earth itself.
Remember S5EP12, where Merlin loses his magic and his father, Balinor, tells him:
Merlin cannot lose –
– what connects around him.
However … the balance of the earth can last only so long especially if what keeps it in peace is a heartbroken young man, that lives in disguise.
A will no matter how strong, can only be tested so many times before it crumbles.
One day, Merlin is going to lose his patience.
Remembering Camelot, and remembering everyone dear he had lost. The hurt he must have felt, as his immortality kept him alive.
Sending Arthur off, with a promise that they will meet again. But when?
Hearing of Gwaine’s death.
Gaius.
Guinevere.
The knights of the round table.
The town people.
Their children.
All of them, gone.
Merlin sees it as a punishment.
When wars came and went, he waited.
Aiding silently in forms of weather.
Remember, German Nazi were never able to poison the Russians successfully due to the poor weather. Fog, and extreme cold.
Many battles have been under heavily weather restrictions.
Merlin works his magic in mysterious ways, never seeking out glory. And keeps on waiting for Arthur.
The only person left from Camelot, his other half. His promise.
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But one can only wait so long.
There is a reason why Merlin is immortal – because without Merlin the world perishes. He keeps it in balance.
The often rainy days in England make one think of Merlin sadness.
The days when Merlin cries. Alone.
It reflects itself, dangerously, in the skies and hovers around Albion. (No wonder we get so much rain! ;-;)
(Now, this needs to be said; Albion use to be larger than England. France know the Arthurian story very well. This is because England – albeit a long time ago, was firmly part of what we know as Europe now. It is no longer, and the sea seperated it.)
When Merlin cannot keep his emotions at bay, and it begins to interfere with his magic – a ruckus of emotion evolves into uncontrollabe anger, and a turmoil of people begin to wander outside when their safeplaces have become unsafe.
Earthquakes.
Heavy rains.
Strong winds.
Too difficult to ride the car in fear of being thrown by the wind. Too scared to shelter inside when houses collapse one by one. And earthquakes so harsh, people began standing next to each other. Holding themselves upright, or some sitting down.
Slowly away from the city, they move. To rural areas, where there is no better they seek cover.
Fearful adults.
Frustrated children.
Crying babies.
Then from the lake in Avalon emerges a blonde man. A man of pure heart. His magic bonding immediately to Merlin, leading him without a map.
Merlin is in too much pain to realise what he is doing or to sense Arthur. He is too overwhelmed and within the hour The king that was and shall be finds himself before the only house standing amongst crushed ones.
He knocks.
.
.
Then knocks some more before deciding he has had enough and kicks the poor door open, yelling and charging at Merlin.
“WHAT IS THE POINT, MER-LIN – OF KNOCKING WHEN YOU ARE TOO BUSY CRYING LIKE A GIRL!”
They hug.
“Gods .. Arthur” Merlin whispers broken.
“Shh, it’s over now.” Arthur replies, eyes closed.
Foreheads touching.
