A group of people huddle together in the forest, their faces hidden by the hoods of their cloaks. More arrive and we see the marks on their arms, we know they are sorcerers. They talk amongst themselves until one man arrivies. This man commands their silence. They form a circle and begin to chant. We can't hear them but we feel the power building up, see the air almost explode with it. Their eyes flash gold. The spell completed the melt into the forest, all except the man. He lowers his hood and we can now see his face, which is staring towards camelot with a disturbingly familiar expression. He begins to chant and this time, we hear him.
"The curse is set
The conditions met
The guards won't detect
Nor will they suspect But one of my own
By blood and by bone
The curse to redo
And follow it through
To bring tyranny down
And claim the crown"
***** Merlin wakes up *****
A/N: So….
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