Merlin smiled to himself as he came across the stage of the school play. Upon the stage he could see the modern day Morgana trying desperately to try to understand her lines in the ridiculous parody of her life role, Morgana in Arthur, Knights of the Round Table.
"You know they didn't dress like that…" Morgana turned quickly to face him in surprise, "What?"
Merlin smiled, "This was before the ridiculous poufy dresses, in the time of Arthur they wore gowns, not tents."
Morgana laughed pleasantly, he had to admit he missed the old non-evil Morgana's laugh; it was good to have it back, "What makes you think I'm going to believe you?"
Merlin gave an easy grin with a tilt of his head, "Lets just say I know a thing or two about the age of Arthur and his knights…"
Morgana laughed again, "And if I were to believe you… how did they dress?"
He smiled, "Well for one their dresses fell naturally at the waist not…. Whatever that is…"
Morgana looked down at her ridiculous though beautiful dress with the exaggerated skirt.
"Secondly, Morgana was Arthur's good friend and like a daughter to his father… And Arthur didn't get Excalibur when he was just a boy, nor was he thought to be an orphan or a farmer's son or whatever this story would say… He got it from…"
Merlin stopped himself, afraid of what might happen if he went on. How do you tell someone of a life they lived over a thousand years ago that you ended? How could he tell her without bringing back the darkness inside her?
"From what? Colin?"
Merlin faced her with a determination she recognized from somewhere far within her, "He got it from a sorcerer."
Her face scrunched in confusion, "A sorcerer?"
Merlin nodded, "Me."
To his surprise she didn't run away with cries of him being insane or mad but instead she leaned forward with curiosity and so, for the first time in over a thousand years, he told the story of his friends. He told the story of them all.
