Whispered In The Winds Of Time

Merlin, a weary and doleful smile on his lips, turned the page. Another clap of thunder sounded from above, and a sigh spilled from his lips in time with it as his eyes fell upon the blank page. He’d come to the end of his journal, reached the final page. Yet, he found not the will to continue writing it, unable to pick up where he left off those years ago.Unable to take himself back to that age, that stage in his life, that place of mourning and grief.Albeit, an outsider may look at him and ask, is he not in that stage now still? orThe night Arthur returned, Merlin took back every harsh word he ever spoke about the gods.