After the concert and a 'talk' with his girlfriend.... ex-girlfriend now, he gets into the car waiting for him outside and tells the driver to ride around London until he says to stop. One last time he wants to see the evolution, the growth that has happened, a magic beyond what he can do. Will it be different next time when he is 1500 years old, again? Or the same? Doesn't matter, what does matter, at this moment is London.

It's loud people, it's streets, different music blaring from every corner and so much of history in one city. No matter where Merlin travelled in his years after Camelot, he would always end up here, in this city. He will miss it and his home here, the food, the people and especially..... the bathrooms.

It was not going to be easy, Merlin thinks. Going back in time was something he had always thought of but never attempted. The amount of magic released to go back in time will be felt by all the timelines - the past, the present and the future.

But he was ready for the consequences if that meant he will get to go back. Try again. He had waited too long for this chance and now that his destiny was finally about to come to pass, Merlin Emrys could not wait any longer.

About a year ago, he had his first vision after centuries. A vision of a time that was long past. Camelot in its true Golden age, but this time with Arthur. It had been so long since Merlin had even been able to properly imagine Arthur's face. He forgot his nose first, then his chin and then a few centuries later, he couldn't remember the perfect shade of Arthur's eyes. This is how he had known that this wasn't a dream, but a vision.
And the vision came with a spell. He felt a sensation take over his mind. It was the same feeling he used to have whenever Kilgharrah would tell him of a new spell, or the time when he had burnished Excalibur. Merlin instantly knew what he needed to do, what the old religion asked of him.

This past year things had been coming into focus, why the Druids had been so adamant to call him Emrys, even after repeated reminders that his name was Merlin. Why every magical creature called Arthur, the Once and Future King. It was because they somehow knew that this would happen, a loop in time and space created just for the King and his Warlock – a repeat of everything.

They knew this would happen, they knew how the 'once' would end, knew that Merlin would fall for their warnings against Morgana and Mordred. They knew that he would come back to right his wrongs in the 'future'. They knew Emrys was the immortal one. That he would live for centuries to come. The only thing they didn't know was whether they were in the 'Once' of the prophecy or the 'future'- whether they were living the same thing twice or for the first time.

By the time he got back to his home, he had already decided what he was going to carry from this time to Camelot. There was no point in carrying money or electronics that required a signal. What he did decide to carry was books and the good thing after living these long years was that he now had a library filled with knowledge and magical artefacts collected over the years, some clothes. He also added lots of chocolate, his iPod with more songs than he could count and his guitar. He minimized everything and shoved it in his bag.

Next, Merlin wanders down to his basement and chooses the things he would need from here, some jewels (that he could trade if he was ever in need of money in Camelot) and his signet ring from his days as a court sorcerer in Queen Guinevere's court.

He moves further down into the basement to pick up something that he has saved for this very moment. The three teardrops shaped Dragon eggs sit right at the back where there is no light but their shine is enough to identify them, they raven Black, Sky blue and ruby red, respectively. Merlin had found these eggs in his travels outside Albion, but by then Uther's hatred had spread far and wide, for not only all things magic but also for everything different.

Even after a long reign of Gwen, not many Kingdoms had allowed magic back into the lands. Only Nemeth had followed Camelot's lead and Caerleon followed, but only for a little while when Annis was alive and then they stopped after her death. The fear was too deep-seated to ever completely fade from the hearts of men, the time for that change was far past. Though Gwen had repealed the ban on magic, she never could unite the Kingdoms, only Arthur could have.

He had found the Black egg deep in the Mir mine in Serbia, nestled amongst few of the biggest diamonds Merlin had ever seen. He founds the Sea-blue egg deep within the sea, in a seashell, nestled like a pearl. The last, red egg had been found in one of the most active volcanoes in the world. The egg survived the heat, but no one else could have. All these eggs had been carefully hidden in places where only a dragonlord could find them.

After what had happened with Aithusa, he had given up hope of ever hatching a dragon egg again, especially in such a world where they would be hated and hunted. Aithusa had never recovered from her stunted growth and died at a very young age. Merlin had said his goodbyes before she had passed away, but she had still resented him for Morgana's death.

Merlin thinks that now perhaps things could change. This is a second chance for all of us. Maybe there will be a world where the Golden Age of Albion will be true and when it is, Merlin vows that dragons will fly over Albion once again.

With everything essential now packed, Merlin makes it back to the living room and decides to use the spell in the morning after a good night's rest and....food. Lots of food.