Disclaimer! I do not own Merlin!
This is a series of one-shots. Technically a companion to my story Destiny Awakens,though can most definitely be read separately. My thoughts on how Merlin spent his time waiting. Hope you like it!
What possessed me to come to the "New World" I doubt I will ever know. I believe it was mostly curiosity, but God only knows for sure. Well, with my shitty luck of course I went to the town of Salem, only for Witch Trials to begin not long after. You would think, that considering I made it through Camelot during Uther's reign I'd be able to make it through silly Witch Trials. Of course, Uther was not nearly as paranoid as these people were. Uther would at least wait until there was actual magic present. These people would condemn you just for looking at them wrong.
Anyways, this town was not terribly huge. It was one of those towns, where most people knew each other. Especially when one had a good sum of money, which, after being alive for almost a thousand years, I naturally have. I was quickly under the scrutiny of the townspeople. As always seems to happen at some point, I saved a poor serving girl's life, using magic.
She was working in the stables with a few others, when she had fallen from loft where the hay was kept. I was in there, to return my horse, and I completely stopped her from falling. I didn't actually think about it, it was more of a knee jerk reaction. I had run over to make sure she was okay, the only one not shocked as to what happened. It didn't take much of a brain to figure out who saved her life. She, terrified that she would be called a witch, told everyone who questioned her the truth of how she lived through the fall.
I was sentenced to be burned to death. I didn't even get much of a proper trial.
Unfortunately for them, the only other people they had convicted were not all-powerful, immortal warlocks. I wasn't exactly sure what would happen if they tried to set me on fire, but I could tell that it wasn't going to go the way they expected.
I was standing on the pyre, when I decided if the fire actually hurt me, I would magic myself back to my house, and gather my things before magicking elsewhere. If the fire didn't hurt me, I'd just wing it.
Of course, because I didn't have a plan for the fire not hurting me, that's exactly what happened. The fire was warm, but not all that unpleasant. As the ropes typing me to the stake burned off, I called for Aithusa. I guess you could say the townspeople were surprised when not only did I not burn to death, but I left on a flying dragon.
I quickly gathered my things back at my house, and got out of Salem as fast as I could. The townspeople were all so terrified of what had happened, that word didn't spread of me.
And I decided that Salem was a place I wanted to visit again about as much as I wanted to visit the ruins of the castle of Camelot. Not very much at all.
I hope you guys enjoyed it! I'll try to update somewhat often :) Thanks to everyone for reading!