Hi everyone - did you miss me? While I was away, two things happened - I plotted this book and I became engaged! Prologue If a man is the sum of his memories, what is a man who is over a thousand years old? Merlin remembers everything, from the moment when he was ripped screaming from his mother’s womb to the moment his father manifested to him and told him of his destiny, to become the Antichrist. And he remembers the moment he told his father that he refused to accept his destiny, that he would serve neither Heaven nor Hell. He walked away, his father’s curses ringing in his ears, and wandered upon the land, with neither a cause or a purpose...until he learned about Arthur, the once and future king. Arthur had dreamed a dream, a land of peace and harmony, a land that Merlin’s father could never threaten or destroy. Merlin, already old and ancient, had finally found something he could believe in, and a person he could follow. He strove to make Arthur’s dream real, providing magic and wisdom to the young man with the very old eyes, using his vast power to safeguard Arthur’s kingdom. Arthur’s promise could not be lost, or Merlin’s father would have won his final victory. And yet, Merlin knew that his time on the human plane was coming to an end. Magic was slipping out of the world, leaving behind science and cool rationality. Striking a bargain with the Lady of the ffice:smarttags" />Lake, one of the oldest and most powerful forces in the Land, Merlin walked willingly into his enchanted tomb, leaving behind a land at peace, ruled by a King who was one with the Land. He should have slept for the rest of time. But his father had had a plan of his own. Arthur had, unknowingly, slept with his own half-sister, the dread Morgan le Fay. Morgan, a powerful Enchantress with a heritage hidden even from Merlin, conceived a child, Mordred. With Arthur weakened after the betrayal of Sir Lancelot, Mordred led an army against his father, eventually slaying him on the field of battle. Arthur’s dream lay in ruins, until Merlin awoke. With the laughter of his father following his footsteps, Merlin strode out of his sleeping place and destroyed Mordred with his magic. The war was over, and yet the Land was without a King. And he remembers how he made a bargain with his father; a thousand years of life, to use as he pleased. With Arthur and Mordred dead, Merlin declared himself King of the Land. His magic allowed him to defeat any challenger. The Pendragon Empire grew until it encompassed the entire world. Even the Old Gods and the Faerie acknowledged the Devil’s Son. The Land was at peace. Back then, Merlin knew, a thousand years had seemed an eternity, even to one who should have known better. But now his time was running out. All he had left was the last few years he would have had naturally, and then he would belong to his father. And if he died, he asked himself, what would happen to the empire he had built? Tired and old, weary of the burden he had assumed, drawing on too much magic merely to keep himself alive, Merlin looked into the future and saw only darkness.