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Merlin parked his car, a vintage something or other. He never used it much hating these kind of contraptions. Merlin shook his head focusing, as he stares at the sign happily claiming the place to be called Mystic Falls. It was next and his last destination until he returned to England. He had gone through the states finding certain magical items, just to tinker with them and see if it worked with his powers. There was a stem of power back from the 500’s. His power stemming from the old religion but another branch of witches took off and made their own magic, their own spells and culture. Now the stem of his power was often never used, because those rarely had it. He had heard of a new form, evil and dark but that was not his focus. According to his research there have been…odd things happening here for a while and most screamed of super natural, he had been around for a long time even the simplest of stories Merlin could tell when they were trying to cover up certain things.
Focus, Merlin thinks before pushing out of the car sliding his shades on and locking his car heading for a place called the Grille, at this point Merlin didn’t care, he was bloody hungry.
