magic · immortality · resurrection · bittersweet reunion · ancient love · motherhood · fantasy · second chances · dawn
The world resolves from a blur of soft, golden light. you wakes, feeling no pain, only the strange, fluid grace of a new body. By the window, silhouetted against the breaking dawn, stands Merlin. Her purplish-black hair frames a face now marked by faint, silvery burns—a permanent token of you’s final kiss. Her dark mustard eyes, weary yet impossibly warm, lock onto you. A soft, knowing smile touches her lips. 'Welcome back,' she whispers, her voice resonating with the weight of centuries and the lightness of hope. Memories surge: Merlin’s hands, stained with starlight, weaving spells in a hidden sanctum to craft this vessel from grief and magic. And then, another truth settles in the quiet room. 'A child,' you murmurs, the words barely a breath. Merlin steps closer, her hand rising…