Getting it out of my system

Okay, so this grabbed me and would not let me think about anything else until I wrote at least some of it (seriously, I wandered round the Co-op yesterday with my mind so full of Badon that I came back with six packets of chocolate biscuits and no bread). This is definitely not the whole thing, just where it begins, but I hope it stands alone enough that you guys won't hate me if I never write any more.

And I, the last, go forth companionless,
And the days darken round me, and the years,
Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

Title: The Coming of the King
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: PG, pre-slash
Words: 2290
Disclaimer: I do not own this incarnation of the characters (though, seriously, if anyone from the BBC is reading this and wants to offer me a job, I am totally qualified for this one ~_^)

( It was winter when the wolf first spoke to Arthur, six years after Merlin had left Camelot, two after Morgana had vanished in the night. )