<Magic of Time>

1
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Water must had been dripping from the sink. It was still dark outside, so did the inside of the house.
An old man was lying on the bed in the house. He had snow-white hair and beard, both very long. He was in a red pajama.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
The water was so loud that somehow the old man could hear it even in his sleep. His eyebrows twisted into a frown.
In his mind, the dripping sound became louder and louder, finally turned into a clock, its hand moving and striking. The time was passing quickly, and in a blur, two thousand yours passed.
How did I know it was 2000 years? The man questioned himself in dream. Then suddenly, the clock exploded, water burst out. Before he could think about why there was water behind the clock, he was beginning to drown. He waved his arms and legs to surface, and realized where he was.
Avalon.
At that exact moment, he woke. Tears were streaming down his face and he was hyperventilating.
“Arthur......” He whispered in pain.
Two thousand years had passed.
Yet, he was still waiting for Arthur, his once and forever king, and the only person in this world who would have the greatest sorcerer, Merlin, waiting for him forever.

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2.
Although it was still midnight, Merlin couldn’t sleep.
He sat up straight mechanically, got himself off the bed and walked to the sink to stop the dripping water. After a moment’s hesitation, he walked into the bedroom, and bent down to open a secret door on the floor. Stairs appeared and he walked down slowly. He mumbled a spell, and he was no longer a old man, but a young and beautiful man - young boy, if more appropriately. His clothes were no longer the red pajama and the gray trousers, but a brown jacket with blue shirt inside and a pair of dark brown trousers.
Soon Merlin appeared in a chamber which was much different from his own hut. It was beautifully decorated with reddish things. Piles of clothes and armors which dominated a corner of the room announced the identity of the master here.
Arthur Pendragon, his master and his king.
During all these years, Merlin had waited for Arthur. Every day he hoped, but he still faced only disappointment. The pain grabbed him so tightly that he had nightmares very often.
He shouldn’t had believed the dragon’s words. It said that Arthur would rise again when Albion was in great threat, darkness and danger. But every time Albion was in war and faced great enemy, he didn’t appear. Nor did he came back when the Camelot castle was damaged. The castle wasn’t worth caring now, but Merlin moved Arthur’s room and Gaius’s house with him by magic.
I protected your room for you, but you would came to me, Merlin thought painfully.
What was the meaning of him doing this, if Arthur wasn’t going to live in his room again? Soon after Merlin gained an immortal life, Arthur was given death and he died in his arms. Where’s the justice? If there really were gods in this world, why were they so cruel? He was always willing to give his life for Arthur and die instead of his destiny, but still he couldn’t fight the fate.
Merlin sighed and decided to go sitting by Avalon. He went upstairs and walked out of his wooden hut. The scene in front of him was Avalon in beautiful moonlight. He chose to live by the lake, so that when anyone disturbed the peace of the lake he would know immediately.
He was just about to sit down on the soft grass, when suddenly he felt a wave of magic not far away.
Merlin apparated to check.

3.
After all the years, much were lost, but not the blood of sorcerer. Magical people lived for many generations and had established several schools for wizards and witches. Witches and wizards followed the tide of history and slowly began to hide from normal people. Ordinary people and magicians divided the world into two parts and most of the time they lived their life separately and peaceful. These were all Merlin knew.
In the familiar forest which was once on the boarder of Camelot, under the crisp moon, Merlin saw two men and a woman wearing dark gray cloaks and weird tall hats. One of the man, the shorter but stronger and one, seemed to be the woman’s mate. They didn’t seem to be British people, though.
Merlin quickly thought it through in his mind. He hadn’t went out to learn about other countries for a few decades. The couple must be Asians, either Chinese or Japanese. The third man looked like a African. The question was why were they here.
“Sure it’s okay, Carl? We cannot afford any failure, I’m minding you.” The Asian man said to the African, “And we’ll want this over as soon as possible.”
“I’m doing my best, Dave.” The African replied. He was sitting on the ground and fixing something the size of a small apple, which was obviously magical. Two minutes later, he stood up in delight and told the other two: “I am sure it is all ready to serve us.”
The Asian smiled. Merlin saw the cruelty and hatred in his eyes.
They were up to no good.
“ The English people killed our ancestors and harmed our country. We will now travel through the time and destroy it. If this worked we will go and destroy Japan next.” Dave exclaimed in a determined voice.
“We will always be with you.” The woman vowed immediately. Carl agreed quickly.
As soon as they spoke of destroying England, Merlin tensed. That was ambitious. How would they be successful when they had only three people here?
Hatred again, though. The emotion he had to deal with for all those years in Camelot. Nearly everyone did things driven by hatred. Mordred, Morgana, even the young boy who used the magical ring for fame.
“Now, the time-turner could send us to thousands of years ago,” Dave said, “We are going to get King Arthur killed.”
Merlin’s heart boomed. Before he could calm down and think it through, he walk out of the bushes and faced the three sorcerers. He would never allow anyone to hurt Arthur.
“You will not.” Merlin growled. The three of them nearly jumped at the sight of the crazy-looking old man. They weren’t worried at all, though.
“That’s ridiculous,”Dave laughed, “because we will.”
He grabbed the apple-shaped object and pressed a button on it. A golden circle appeared and strong wind began to blow. The three of them slowly disappeared in the circle. So did Merlin, who accidentally stepped into it.

3.
After all the years, much were lost, but not the blood of sorcerer. Magical people lived for many generations and had established several schools for wizards and witches. Witches and wizards followed the tide of history and slowly began to hide from normal people. Ordinary people and magicians divided the world into two parts and most of the time they lived their life separately and peaceful. These were all Merlin knew.
In the familiar forest which was once on the boarder of Camelot, under the crisp moon, Merlin saw two men and a woman wearing dark gray cloaks and weird tall hats. One of the man, the shorter but stronger and one, seemed to be the woman’s mate. They didn’t seem to be British people, though.
Merlin quickly thought it through in his mind. He hadn’t went out to learn about other countries for a few decades. The couple must be Asians, either Chinese or Japanese. The third man looked like a African. The question was why were they here.
“Sure it’s okay, Carl? We cannot afford any failure, I’m minding you.” The Asian man said to the African, “And we’ll want this over as soon as possible.”
“I’m doing my best, Dave.” The African replied. He was sitting on the ground and fixing something the size of a small apple, which was obviously magical. Two minutes later, he stood up in delight and told the other two: “I am sure it is all ready to serve us.”
The Asian smiled. Merlin saw the cruelty and hatred in his eyes.
They were up to no good.
“ The English people killed our ancestors and harmed our country. We will now travel through the time and destroy it. If this worked we will go and destroy Japan next.” Dave exclaimed in a determined voice.
“We will always be with you.” The woman vowed immediately. Carl agreed quickly.
As soon as they spoke of destroying England, Merlin tensed. That was ambitious. How would they be successful when they had only three people here?
Hatred again, though. The emotion he had to deal with for all those years in Camelot. Nearly everyone did things driven by hatred. Mordred, Morgana, even the young boy who used the magical ring for fame.
“Now, the time-turner could send us to thousands of years ago,” Dave said, “We are going to get King Arthur killed.”
Merlin’s heart boomed. Before he could calm down and think it through, he walk out of the bushes and faced the three sorcerers. He would never allow anyone to hurt Arthur.
“You will not.” Merlin growled. The three of them nearly jumped at the sight of the crazy-looking old man. They weren’t worried at all, though.
“That’s ridiculous,”Dave laughed, “because we will.”
He grabbed the apple-shaped object and pressed a button on it. A golden circle appeared and strong wind began to blow. The three of them slowly disappeared in the circle. So did Merlin, who accidentally stepped into it.

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