How could this be?
Merlin- a sorcerer? A few days ago I would've laughed at the statement.
But not now. Now I'm forced to accept the bitter truth behind the words.
Merlin is a sorcerer.
I just can't get my head around it, yet everywhere I look I see the proof that my doubting mind craves.
Gaius with tears siding down his aged face.
Gwen rushing out of the great hall, her hands covering her face in disbelief.
Lancelot standing perfectly still, staring at the same spot he had been looking at when Merlin was dragged out of the room.
Gawain, for once without his optimistic smile.
There is nothing for him or any of us to smile about, Merlin will die at sunrise.
My father, indifferent, sitting in his throne glaring down at the hall.
All he did was save my life.
No, how can I think that, magic is evil.
Or is it?
Two halves of my soul argue non-stop.
Until finally I make a subconscious decision.
I grab the keys from my bedside and hurry down into the grimy dungeons. There was no trouble from the guards as they were all fast asleep.
Rushing now I open the door to Merlin's cell, I see him huddled against the cold stone wall. As he looks up and sees me a smile flickers across his unwashed face.
"I'm glad you're here Arthur." He whispers.
At once I know I've done the right thing, I stride towards him and pull the young man into my arms. My saviour, my best friend…my brother.
"So am I Merlin." I whisper back. And I realise now that I mean it.
