The Story Of Camelot

Epiloug

Gwen and Lancelot  sat on the throne, looking over the Royal Seal as Leon, Percival  Boris And Gauis stood beside them .

The knights, the council and the court and the kingdom cheered on .

" Long live the King !Long live the Queen."

The legend of Arthur and Merlin rang throughout the ages

The scarifise of Galahad and the silver wolf Tristan were told the books of legends and history.

The legend of The Holy Grail and The Excalibur rested on the Lake of Avalon with Freya

The kingdom of Camelot was rebuild by the new king Lancelot and Queen Guinevere. Within their rule the kingdom flourished. But of course the turn of time . Merlin had to watch as all his friends and his mentor died and finally he left camelot

Years turned to decades and to centuries as he waited for the return of Arthur.

Finally at the beginning of the 21st century did he felt the spark. As he slept at night he flet the instant connection. Kilgharrah voice rang out in his mind

'Lake of Avalon.......the rise of king Arthur'

Merlin rushed back to the lake . The night was clear of any clouds and the stars splashed across the night sky
The moon illuminated the lake as he approached it hesitated. At the far side of the lake he could see a figure walling towards him .

"It is real......I am not crazy......the vision " the deep voice of Arthur rang out to him as the moon luminated the delicate yet sturdy features of Arthur whose eyed shoen with tears and recognition

"Merlin "arthur cried out as they ran and embraced each other

"Welcome back my king."

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Tristan has travelled far and wide the wait for his sweet galahad but as each centurues passed he felt more desperate and depressed . He didnt even know where he wpuld reappear . He had to change his identity continiosly as the tales of magic and scoccery was now just a common myth among the people and only very few people knew about its existance .

He had worked many years and collected a fortune for himself and was regareded as a high society person.
He had crossed path with merlin in the past and had come to know about the reunion of merlin and arthur .

Tristan wondered if he could or would ever find his?? After fruitlessly searching for many centuries he gave up. They had said faith would bring them back together but they didnt say when. Tristan had all the time in the world but no one to share it with . He would smile bitterly whdn he thought about it but the memores of Galahad always wiped them away. But each century went off the memories became more blurred.

How long had the time passed him by ? If he was given enough time he could remmebr the boys face . Starting with his brown clurs , smooth soft lilly white skin , the little red cupid lips which smiled with such grace and mischievously. Then those bright blue eyes which would sallow his silver ones.

The memories of his love. No. He couldn't grant his last wish. He could never forget that angelic boy. How would never forget him.

Now tristan sat on an office waiting for someone . He was called on by a high authority regarding the magical realm.

"I must warn you doctor. He is not the type of person to open up. He is a young warlock with extreme power and empathy.......but some times he get in too deep in the culprits mind and loses himself..........oh and there he is now ."

The sound of the door dragged in as Trsitan looked behind him . His breath hiched on his throat as he saw the brown clurs and the pale whits skin of a man wearing glasses .

The man was clearly not comfortable being there as he avoided his eyes he positioned his rectangular glasses

"Not found of eye contact ?"tristan asked in a low voice.

His silver eyes were then met with the familiar tired blue ones . His heart beat erradicated as he felt a wave of emotions .........a soft voice of recognition and desire.

His concentration shifted from the blue eyes to the tanned smooth skin and a frowned cupid lips. The long dead spirit and heart brightened as the silver ring around his neck burned up.

"I am Will . Will Graham ."the man extended his hand which he took it softly and gently

"Hannibal. Hannibal Lecter "