Summary: Merlin waits
Word Count: 100
Prompt: 91 Atonement
Author's Notes: This is bleak
Merlin pensively spends millennia watching castles crumble and springs and species die in a land that never met its true promise. His magic is a hot coal, clenched tight as a fist, smoldering, waiting. Aching.
Mordred and Morgana paid with their lives but Merlin was left destitute, tethered to the shore of a lonely lake, watching for a King that might never return.
The what ifs itch beneath his skin as forever unfurls before him like an empty promise, grief and regret are constant companions.
His life is on hold, poised for purpose.
Is this his penance for subverting destiny?