Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The weather was average - neither too hot or too cold, only a few splatters of little clouds, and a mild breeze. His surroundings were average, too. There were cows to the left, a wheat field to the right, and right ahead was the pasture of flowers and herbs, which is what he needed.
With his bag open, Merlin was picking sprigs of rosemary and mint for the physician. Arthur didn't need him right then and so he was helping the old man out. The warlock often did that when he could spare a moment. It reminded him of when he was younger and Merlin liked that.
As he dutifully worked, he noticed that things were different. The air was too still it almost crackled with anticipation. Merlin heard no animal sounds too. That was wrong.
Suddenly, he heard a spell and then a fireball flew towards him (his jacket had been singed from that attack). "Why run, little boy," shouted a man. "You can't win. We will get you!"
"We," questioned Merlin. The we made him panic. Who could Gilli be working with?
"Come now, Merlin? Can't you guess," mocked another voice. This was a woman speaking. It was not any woman though.
"Morgana," hissed Merlin as he had run back to the safety of Camelot. He had to go and warn Arthur that his half-sister was near the castle and in attack were flying at him as he ran – birds, more fireballs, lightning – and animals appeared out of nowhere (spiders and snakes). It was scary.
"I can't believe you side with the enemy! He hates our kind and will do anything to stop us. He, like his father, will massacre us and we will be gone. I will not let that happen," Gilli shouted. "I should never have listened to you. Oh, what a fool."
"And I have shown him the way," Morgana said with a smug tone. When Merlin glanced over his shoulder at her, he saw the smug look in here yes. She also wore a pleased smirk on her face.
Angry tears fell down Merlin's face as he raced through woods and to the safety of Camelot. The angry shouts of the wizard Gilli and sorceress Morgana surrounded him making it hard to figure out where exactly they were coming from. He cried because he felt betrayed. He had given the boy a chance; years ago, to prove himself and to prove that he could use magic for good and not self-gain. But, no, the man had let Merlin down.
It had been years since he had seen Gilli, but in that time it was apparent that the wizard had grown to hate Merlin. The wizard also seemed to feel Merlin had betrayed wizard kind because Gilli was now trying to kill him. Morgana got to him, Merlin found himself thinking.
Racing into the throne room, he stood there panting and staring at Arthur, Lancelot, Gwaine, Elyan, Leon, and Percival. He jumped as the door banged closed.
"Merlin! I told you, you weren't needed! Did you hit your head while out and now you forgot the instructions," demanded the new Ling as he drummed his fingers on the map in front of him.
The warlock was out of breath. He couldn't speak and so he shook his head. No, he hadn't forgotten. No, he hadn't fallen and hit his head.
"Well, then, what is it? Can't you see I am busy," barked Arthur. "Tell me or do you want sent to the stocks?"
Merlin's chest was no longer burning. He could get a proper lungful of air in. "Morgana," he gasped. This confused the whole group. Their bewilderment showed on everyone's faces.
Before he could say anything else, the doors were flown open. Turning, Merlin saw Gilli and Morgana. Both were smiling as they chanted a spell The whole room was engulfed in a bright, white light.