🥉 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 #𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫
How does it feel to witness history unfold before your very eyes? To live a thousand years more and watch nations change all around you?
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Maalik S...
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Britain
3,034 years since initial death ‡━━━━━━━━━━ † ━━━━━━━━━━‡
There it was.
Home.
It didn't take long before they finally arrived back in Somerset. The everlasting fields stretched for miles, while their home laid atop the center hill. Cadbury Castle was their home, overlooking all of eastern Somerset. It was smaller than the other castles in Britain, and not as heavily defended, but it was still a sight to behold.
Walls surrounded the hill, completely concealing the fort within. Dozens of small homes lay scattered within the hill while the main fortress was situated near the center. Hundreds lived in this area, many of whom played a vital role in the military, defending the land from Saxon invasions.
The gates were raised when the knights arrived, and their families rejoiced. Everyone had a loved one to return to, except for Merlin. Despite several women loving him and wanting his hand, he refused. Love was not something he had considered again for many long years.
Although he suffered through unimaginable pain and deaths over the centuries, nothing was comparable to heartbreak. For it left wounds that could not be healed, and scars that would not be concealed. He's had more friends than he could count, more relationships than anyone could have in a single lifetime. Each and every one of them ended in death and despair.
Arthur was his only friend now, and he knew that their friendship wouldn't last long. He would either die in battle, or of old age. No matter the circumstance, it wouldn't make a difference to Merlin. All he could do was make the best of it, and to cherish the time he has with him.
Upon reaching the Great Hall, they sat at a round wooden table. Their mugs were filled with ale, they enjoyed getting drunk together while celebrating their victory. Musicians set the atmosphere with their tunes, often playing the lute, while women danced along. Some of the men had walked away, escorted by maids that only served for their pleasure. Even when some of those women approached Merlin, gesturing him to follow them, he refused.
He chose beer and ale over women. Merlin would usually drink the most at these occasions. The others would cheer him on, amazed by how much alcohol he could chug and still stay fully conscious. Nobody questioned why he drank so much, most of them figured it was simply just for his own self amusement. But he drank in hopes of forgetting his past, the worst moments of his life. Despite how much he truly did drink, it never went away. He still remembers everything.
A moment of silence plagued him. While everyone around him drowned in cheers and alcohol, he kept his head low. Looking into his cup, he could see his own reflection ripple in the drink. He stared into the face of a man he wishes he could return to. A loyal man who only ever wanted to protect his family.
