At the head of her army, Morgana knew now was the time. Standing at the gates of Camelot, her people were becoming restless. Rumours of Emrys were spreading, rumours that he was the enemy of Morgana. Their leader, the most powerful warlock history had seen protected Camelot in the hope of a future peace.
Fools, Morgana seethed. They didn't know the sacrifices she had made. What had Emrys done? Thwarted her every plan and why? To protect druids and magic folk? No, to protect those who would hunt and kill them all. Traitor. Now she had an army to march on to Camelot with. An army with no weakness, no Achilles heel. They wouldn't be so easily gotten rid of by destroying a staff or knocking over a cup.
"You all know of Emrys. You fear him, wait for him, hope for him. I ask you one question. Where is he? Where is this Emrys? Why does he hide from his destiny while our people suffer at the hands of Camelot?"
Morgana smiled, realising that her words were having the desired effect. She then frowned, sensing a disturbance. Through the crowd she could see someone walking towards her. Curiosity and a strange sense of foreboding came over her. She waited for this visitor as he made his way through. All she could see was that he was wearing a long blue cloak.
She was about to greet him when he passed the crowd. Until he walked straight past her. Suspicious now and more than a little wary she gathered her magic and prepared, for what she didn't know.
"I am Emrys," a deep voice announced. Gasps echoed from behind Morgana. She could only stare in shock and more than a little fear. He raised his hands and without a word, conjured a shield which seemed to be spread over the entire city. The immense display of magic left people with no doubt that he spoke the truth.
Emrys turned to face the army, took off his hood and revealed himself. The ever present servant to the King Arthur, Merlin gazed at the gathered forces with glowing gold in his eyes.
"And I have never hidden."