Attempting to just live
Puffing hard as he climbed the stairs to heaven, the magician thought hard about the question he was about to ask. Twelve times Merlin had returned to planet earth, each time he had used his powers to slow the rise…
Used Magic.
For now he was sealed in a stone tomb, but Nimueh had overlooked that stolen magic would gradually over time return to its own master. So millenniums would go by. Arthur and his round table would pass into legend. Nations…