Merlin: Camelot's Warlock
"Do you think I sit around doing nothing? I haven't had the chance to sit around doing nothing since the day I arrived in Camelot, I've been too busy running around after Arthur; do this Merlin, do that Merlin and when I'm not running around after Arthur I'm doing chores for you and when I'm not doing that I'm fufilling my destiny! Do you know how many times I've saved Arthur's life? I've lost count! Do I get any thanks? NO! I have fought griffins, witches, bandits, I have been punched, poisoned, pelted with fruit and all the while I have to hide who I really am because if anyone finds out Uther will have me executed, and sometimes I feel as though I'm being pulled in so many directions I don't know which way to turn!" I snap at Gaius. I did not mean to be mean, but Gaius did not know how busy I have been. Everyone thinks that Prince Arthur is away hunting a ridiculous looking creature at the northern borders of the realm, but he is really in Camelot. He is undercover competing in the jousting tournament and I, Merlin, have been busy doing my chores for Gaius on top of helping Arthur. If Gaius knew I was doing this he would be furious!
I leave the room heading to Gwen's house where Arthur is staying. It is a cool, sunny day and all of Camelot is filled with excitement for the tournament. People have been talking about William of Deher, who is really the prince. He says that when he wins the tournament, he will reveal his identity. Honestly, I think this whole idea is silly. When his father learns that William is a fraud and that Arthur never left Camelot, I cannot even imagine his reaction, but I am sure it will be bad.
I try to push my thoughts aside to focus on where I am going. The streets are crowded and it is still early morning. I smell the scent of freshly baked bread wafting through the air making my stomach grumble. In my sudden outburst at Gaius, I forgot to eat breakfast. Of course, I have no money. I turn a corner and feel my body slam against another-a woman.
My hand is pressed against my head rubbing where we had the hardest impact. I look to see who is and notice that she has long blond hair. Her eyes are a gray/blue and with her rosy complexion, practically looks like a female version of Arthur. The resemblance is shocking making me take a step back. "Excuse me." I give her a weak smile and then say, "I should have been paying more attention."