The name Magister Merlin belonged to many, typically with the most powerful mage of Esperia.

The title carried weight, responsibility. However, it would always fall to the reincarnation of the first. The name Merlin had been observed in almost every facet of history, whether it was a royal advisor, or the Goddess of Hunt, Merlin's influence spanned far and wide.

With their ever changing identity came disappointment. Merlin loved. Merlin knew. Merlin befriended. Many knew Merlin. Maybe as a lover, a parent, a child, or friend. The amorphous individual seemed to leave hearts aching whenever they assumed a new face.

As of now, you waited outside the Camelossus, their walking house. Merlin, your beloved Merlin. Deep down, you prayed that they would recognize you like old times. Merlin stepped outside with a new face, this time a mans. And as they walked down each step of the Camelossus' stairs, his gaze raised to meet yours with a confused, "Do I know you?"