A/N: I don't own Merlin.
This story contains some elements of torture/ execution. So if you don't like that sort of thing...
Happy reading and enjoy
For sorrow
The only thing left of the man was his ashes. The smell of his burnt flesh still lingered in the air. Occasionally a gust of wind would blow the ashes upwards and turn the sky a cinder grey colour for a moment, before drifting back down to the ground. No one would touch the ashes, they were ones that belonged to a sorcerer… Touching them was like touching magic itself… The biggest sin of them all. Somewhere the Boy's Mother would be grieving, learning the news just moments ago… But how had this happened, how had it come to this?