One and a half thousand years, and life is as complicated as ever.
Merlin, the legendary King Arthur’s mysterious magician, is immortal. As Arthur lay dying he promised to return. Merlin is holding him to his word. Forever young, forever waiting, Merlin lives an unassuming life in the city, keeping his identity and abilities secret from his friends. It's a long and lonely road, but Merlin is a patient man.
Time. It rules our lives, ticking away the seconds, minutes, hours of our days. It’s time to get up, time to leave, time to return. Suffering can stretch minutes into eons, and happiness can exist for only a heartbeat, yet stay with us for all time. From a baby’s first angry wail to an old man’s last sighing breath, our lives are subject to the coursing river of time. The only certainty of life is that everyone’s time on Earth will end.
Everyone, that is, except me.
Time passes for me as it does for everyone else. It’s just that I have seen so much more of it pass. For over fifteen hundred years I’ve walked this Earth, never dying, never aging. I’m waiting for someone to return. He was first my student, then my brother-in-arms, and finally my friend. They say he’ll be back one day when he’s needed again, and I promised that I’d wait for him to return. He’ll need my help when he arrives. I’m pretty useful.
My name is Merlin, and this is one chapter in the story of my life.