Merlin felt the light surround him. It was old magic full of love and energy and it pulsed with its own heartbeat. Merlin could feel the sheer power of the magic as it filled him up and as if a lock had been opened, he felt it tear down all the walls he had put around his magic. Merlins magic poured out of him and intertwined with the white light pulsing around him. Merlin felt relived, he had always been afraid of his magic and what it could do but now as his magic reached its full potential everything feel into place. His magic was pure good, it was old and new and he was no longer afraid of it he recognised all of these things at the back of his head but now Arthur was the only one filling his thoughts. Merlin felt reality crash back to him as he remembered the battle happening at Camlan and all that was foretold to happen there. Merlin raced out of the crystal cave and ran towards his horse. He only distinctly realised he was in his old man form and it was making it hard to move about.

A/N please dont be too harsh this is my first fic, I might continue but its up too you guys. Please review 😀😀