I am such an IDIOT. Why on Earth did I use my powers so blatantly in front of the King? There was a fly in Arthur's soup – what was I supposed to do?
But Uther saw me, and now I'm sat in the corner of an old, smelly prison cell, awaiting my death.
Why can't I just learn to leave things alone? It's too late to learn now. That was the final straw. I'm to be burned at the stake. I've failed my destiny, failed Arthur, failed Gaius, failed the dragon – failed Albion.
I don't like to think about it like that. It hurts. But the truth does hurt, and though it pains me to say it, even to myself, everyone was right about me – I'm just an idiot, and that's all I ever was.
If Gaius was here right now, in my head, he'd tell me to have faith, to not give up, to keep my head held high. But how do I do that when I've failed at my soul purpose on this Earth? What bright side is there to look at? I want to joke, to put it aside, but I can't.
The light is seeping through the cell window. I know my death is near – just in the courtyard, in fact. I think back to everyone I've met – Arthur and Morgana, and Gaius and Gwen. Mordred and Lancelot and… my father. Balinor. "I've seen enough in you to know that you will make me proud." I'm sorry, father, I've failed you.
And one more person – Freya. Dear, dependable, sweet Freya. She promised me she would repay me. Well, my love, if it's still up for grabs, I could do with it right now.
I look up and see a guard open the door to my cell. He grabs me viciously by the corner of my jacket and hauls me up. We walk out to the courtyard and he throws me down on the block where the stake stands.
I glance up at Arthur, and he dodges my eye. The guard ties me to the stake and tightens the rope on my neck. I close my eyes and hold my breath and feel myself go up in flames…