Run

That is all you can think.

Run

From the burning, the wood, the hate.

Run

They were right, they were all right.

Run

From the hoof beats and dog barks.

Run

From the city which was once home.

Run

Maybe I should have listened.

Run

To Segan, Nimue, Morgana, Morgause.

Run

Camelot will pay.

Run

No, don't think that.

Run

But they do deserve it.

Run

Ungrateful traitors the lot of them.

Run

They don't deserve my loyalty.

Run

Maybe I'll finish what Segan started.

Run

Uther burnt my people.

Run

They trusted me and I let them down.

Run

But no longer.

Stop.

You turn and face the shining city in the distance. The simple farm boy you were known as is gone. Merlin is dead and in his place you stand. Emrys. You turn away, eyes shining gold and think,

"Oh the fun I will have."