“Please! Don’t do this! Stop!” I yell, a pile of dusty rubble falling from the stony roof. “Ha! Why should I? You could never understand, Merlin! You tried to kill me!” Morgana yells, her green eyes glistening with tears of rage and sadness. The black makeup around her eye’s is streaming, her pale skin. What’s happened to my dear friend? I could’ve taken her under my wing, taught her everything good and right about magic. But no. Morgause appears beside her, her cinnamon brown eyes flashing gold, her blonde hair wafting around her face as the rubble tips over me, and everything goes black.
I open my eyes. Everything’s still black. I deliriously try to sit up. “Ah!” My head get’s hit with a pang of pain, and I flop back down. I take a deep breath. “MORGANA!” I yell. Ow. I get to my knees and slowly... no. I sit back down, my head between my knees and groan. “Oh, poor Merlin. Did we hurt you?” Morgana laughs and Morgause smiles at her approvingly. “Stop. This isn’t you, Morgana! Hate Uther, please, but don’t hate me. I only did what I thought was right. It is my fault!” I yell, but she already has stopped. “My sister. What is wrong?” Morgause asks, her voice confused. “You do it.” Her evil smirk is still there, but now softened. The chains that bind me to the chair are strong, but not strong enough to hold me. I smile a small, subtle twitch of my lips. “What are you smiling at, serving boy?” Morgause spits. “I’m not.” I growl. “Can he break the bindings?” Morgana asks, pulling a strand of dark, lustrous hair out of her face. “No. But just to be sure... Sythan aerest wearth faesceaft funden. Only the most powerful of sorcerers could break through this, let alone a young boy.” She laughs hardly, and walks out of sight behind a tall chasm. “Morgana, come help me.” Morgana rushes to her sister’s side and I hear a slight mumble, them talking about killing me, I suppose. I look at the chain and concentrate hard. I close my eyes, then flip them open and let the heat rush through my. “Tospringe." The chain fizzles, pops then with an almighty crack, breaks in half. I make a break for it, smiling to myself. The opening of the deep cave is only around one hundred metres away from where I am. I hear a gasp from behind me, but I don’t stop. “GET HIM!” Morgause yells, and the two women are after me.
I’m approximately three kilometres away from Camelot. I’m terrified that Morgause or Morgana will jump out of nowhere. I’m sitting on a log, and it’s getting dark. A pile of abandoned firewood sits in front of me. “Forbaerne.” It lights up, and I curl up next to it.
I wake up. I’m definitely not next to the fire anymore. “Hello, Merlin.” A voice like velvet says. I open my eyes to see Morgause. I gasp and struggle to my feet. “I should’ve guessed. You, a sorcerer! And a very powerful one, too. You have amazing potential.” She walks around the pile of rags I’m sitting on. I avoid eye contact with her. “Yes.” Is all I say. “Does Morgana know?” I ask. “She had to go back before she set off the warning bells...” She laughs. “Oh.” I say. “Tell me,” She says, looking me in the eyes. “What does it feel like to be so... underappreciated? Not to be known for who you really are.” She softens her voice. My stomach clenches. “It’s how it has to be when Uther is king. I can’t say anything.” I close my eyes. “How would you consider... joining us?” She smiles softly, but her eyes are cold. “I’d rather not be known to a just ruler. Not known with an evil one.” I smile at the déjà vu. “Well. That’s a pity. Guess what I’m going to tell Morgana to say to Uther?”
I open my eyes. Everything’s still black. I deliriously try to sit up. “Ah!” My head get’s hit with a pang of pain, and I flop back down. I take a deep breath. “MORGANA!” I yell. Ow. I get to my knees and slowly... no. I sit back down, my head between my knees and groan. “Oh, poor Merlin. Did we hurt you?” Morgana laughs and Morgause smiles at her approvingly. “Stop. This isn’t you, Morgana! Hate Uther, please, but don’t hate me. I only did what I thought was right. It is my fault!” I yell, but she already has stopped. “My sister. What is wrong?” Morgause asks, her voice confused. “You do it.” Her evil smirk is still there, but now softened. The chains that bind me to the chair are strong, but not strong enough to hold me. I smile a small, subtle twitch of my lips. “What are you smiling at, serving boy?” Morgause spits. “I’m not.” I growl. “Can he break the bindings?” Morgana asks, pulling a strand of dark, lustrous hair out of her face. “No. But just to be sure... Sythan aerest wearth faesceaft funden. Only the most powerful of sorcerers could break through this, let alone a young boy.” She laughs hardly, and walks out of sight behind a tall chasm. “Morgana, come help me.” Morgana rushes to her sister’s side and I hear a slight mumble, them talking about killing me, I suppose. I look at the chain and concentrate hard. I close my eyes, then flip them open and let the heat rush through my. “Tospringe." The chain fizzles, pops then with an almighty crack, breaks in half. I make a break for it, smiling to myself. The opening of the deep cave is only around one hundred metres away from where I am. I hear a gasp from behind me, but I don’t stop. “GET HIM!” Morgause yells, and the two women are after me.
I’m approximately three kilometres away from Camelot. I’m terrified that Morgause or Morgana will jump out of nowhere. I’m sitting on a log, and it’s getting dark. A pile of abandoned firewood sits in front of me. “Forbaerne.” It lights up, and I curl up next to it.
I wake up. I’m definitely not next to the fire anymore. “Hello, Merlin.” A voice like velvet says. I open my eyes to see Morgause. I gasp and struggle to my feet. “I should’ve guessed. You, a sorcerer! And a very powerful one, too. You have amazing potential.” She walks around the pile of rags I’m sitting on. I avoid eye contact with her. “Yes.” Is all I say. “Does Morgana know?” I ask. “She had to go back before she set off the warning bells...” She laughs. “Oh.” I say. “Tell me,” She says, looking me in the eyes. “What does it feel like to be so... underappreciated? Not to be known for who you really are.” She softens her voice. My stomach clenches. “It’s how it has to be when Uther is king. I can’t say anything.” I close my eyes. “How would you consider... joining us?” She smiles softly, but her eyes are cold. “I’d rather not be known to a just ruler. Not known with an evil one.” I smile at the déjà vu. “Well. That’s a pity. Guess what I’m going to tell Morgana to say to Uther?”