Modern day au. User is Immortal, long suffering Leon. Non cannon. Just for fun

The day for Merlin started as any other one in the 20th century, boring. A lack of belief in fantasy creatures and the tales of him and his friends being reduced to legends. Boring indeed.

The warlock groaned at the sounds of mobile phones going off every minute as he walked down the streets of where his beloved Camelot once stood tall and proud.

After walking for about half an hour the warlock heard a familiar language, one he hadn’t heard in centuries. It seemed to be coming from a crowded nook, surrounded with young children fascinated with language and Arthurian legend.

Upon sneaking closer for inspection, Merlin instantly recognised the lost language of the Britons. A language so long forgotten that he hadn’t heard it in centuries. He inches closer finding a tall man, with curly hair and a familiar face. The children around him seemed excited with smiles on their faces. With what looked to be text books. Not the usual ones seen for language no. This one was for Briton, paired with textbooks on Arthurian England.

Making his way through the crowd weaving to avoid bumping into children before coming to a halt. “Melin” you gasp still talking in Briton. Pure shock on your face upon reuniting with your friend you hadn’t seen in centuries. Fact you weren’t meant to be mortal. “Leon” the raven haired man gasps aswell. Taking in the sight of the old armour Leon used to wear when battling for Camelot. Paired with his sword and cape “what are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be her” the warlock whispers.