Merlin found himself, once again, doing his exceedingly long list of chores given to him by his Royal Prattness, himself.
Sighing, he continued to polish Arthur's armor, his last chore for the day. He was so tired, his arms ached, his back hurt, and he was having an all-around bad day. He just wanted to go to bed and sleep it all off. But, he had to polish the stupid armor.
Suddenly, Merlin got an idea. It was dangerous, but he was so tired. He looked around before turning to stare intently at the armor.
"Ic Haele Thina Throwunga!"
Suddenly, a pulse went through the entire castle, sending Merlin and others throughout the castle to be knocked down.
As he lost consciousness, Merlin couldn't help but notice that the armor was still lying where he left it, still dirty.