He watched as the cars drove past. They were oblivious, naïve. If only they knew what had been sacrificed in order to preserve peace in these lands. What had disappeared from this land by now, being dormant in those who had it and never revealing itself. As far as he knew he was the only one who still possessed the gift of magic and knew how to use it. It made for a lonely existence but after the centuries he had endured by himself it was no change. Every person he had ever known was gone. One day though he knew, one day the king would return. And he hoped finally after all this time today would be the day.

The first day of a new school term. He had been travelling for quite some time keeping an eye out for any sign of his return. How he had missed this, at a guess must be divine intervention. Seventeen years of all of them, every single one, not popping up on his radar. The tie around his neck felt weird. Normally he liked to stick to plain clothes like he wore in ages past. A plain brown jacket, red shirt and when it was cold, which it almost always was, a blue scarf. The high school he was about to go to though had a uniform which was terrible. A white long sleeved formal shirt tucked tight into straight black pants with a plain black belt holding them up. The shoes however were the worst part. Big, black and hard to walk in were just a few things that could be used to describe them. White socks and a compulsory blazer meant in this weather he would not be cold. But he dreaded summer and the heat it might bring.

That was not is worry right now. He was about to go back to a life brought to a new time. He would see everyone again. When Kilgharrah had said Arthur was the 'once and future king' he had no idea that it meant everyone would be back. Guinevere, Uther, Morgana, Mordred, Gwaine, Percival, Lancelot and his old mentor Gaius. None of them knew though who they truly were, something eventually he would have to fix. A bag slung around his shoulders, the contents a guess at what he would need for class. He doubted he would learn anything new, after all he had believe alive for most of history, worked with the founders of modern science, helped establish mathematics and all the meanwhile remained a small figure in the background.

No one knew him, not since every person in Camelot had died and he had faded into myth and legend. But now, now was the time for his return. It was time for Arthur to return and in order to do so he needs his help. In a land where magic is merely a myth and his home is legend the destiny of the world and its future rests of the shoulders of an immortal man.

His name, Merlin.