Over the cliffs of dover an old man drags himself forward. He is burdened by time. Not by age but rather by the experience that comes from it. He could transform himself and appear young and strong and he would feel young and strong. But he wants to remind himself of his weakness. He looks up at the sky grimacing. "You said he'd bring it about. You said we'd have albion," merlin cursed the long dead kilgarrah. He'd stopped counting how many centuries had past, and how many twisted legends had been inspired by misunderstandings of his and Arthur's adventures. "I think you would have liked it here," he says. "Your pompous ass would have an amazing time surveying everything. Then of course you'd be like 'merlin why am I so stupid?' And of course well," he curs himself out and moistens his dry lips with the tip of his tongue. "It's been hundreds of years. I should be over you by now." He sighs. "The druids are all dead. But Magic isn't gone. It's twisting. And I'm still here so I must have some purpose, but I don't know what to do." There's a sound of heavy breathing like someone running. Merlin whips around and sees one of his art history students, though of course he takes on a slightly younger appearance when teaching the class. The young woman locks eyes with him, her brown ones so similar to Gwen's but so panicked. "Emrys, we need your help." His eyes flash yellow. "Get away," he commands. Hastily she backs away. "Emyrs please. We've been in hiding. But I think the king of Camelot is alive. We know of your destiny. King Arthur is alive and you have to make him bring Albion." "There is no Albion, Gwendolyn," he sighs. "We tried and we failed. Which means," he starts walking away. "That's destiny is a lie." "Not this one. How come we were able to bring king Arthur back ' "there's millions of spells you could use. Now leave me out of your zombie. I advise you kill it before it's too late," he says dismissively. "It wasnt a spell. None of us can use magic anymore." Merlin frowns a little and looks back at her. "I'm sorry but then it's probably a monster.' Gwendolyn tries to yell after him, but his eyes flash gold and her mouth is glued shut. It's not until she's back home working with her father to figure out what the revived man wants to eat, that she's able to talk and tell her father how Emyrs wouldn't help them. The young man looks back and forth between them, but he doesn't speak any English so it's no good. But his eyes widen when he hears the name Merlin. "There! Dad did you see? He remembers Merlin." Arthur puts his hand on his forehead and he whispers something in camelotian. Muttering at himself for being stupid, merlin walks up the driveway disguised as a postal worker. Magic is going wrong but maybe he can fix it. He rings the doorbell. Gwendolyn recognizes him instantly, perhaps she always did. She lets him in and his gaze falls on Arthur, mumbling in a language he has not heard in so long, poking about a stew and questioning everything. "Arthur, you beautiful, stupid prat," he whispers, a tear forming in his eye. The screen goes black In fiery words, we see MERLIN. And an announcer saying, "merlin will return soon for season 6"
