Author's Note: Are you ready to read?! Good, because that's what you're currently doing. Kashamuffin here, back at the metaphorical wheel or what have you. Nothing belongs to me, as per usual.
Merlin raced through the hallways trying to get to the throne room before it was too late. A little boy had been practicing sorcery in secret until the knights found out and brought him in to be sentenced. His magic didn't hurt anybody; he could barely do anything with it! Merlin couldn't just sit back and let this child be exiled or worse, sentenced to death. He threw open the doors to the throne room and shouted, "It was me! I'm the sorcerer. The boy is innocent."
Arthur looked at Merlin incredulously before smiling widely and strolling over to put an arm around Merlin. "Clearly, he's been spending too much time at the tavern," Arthur said jovially to the room full of people. "Again. It's actually starting to be a real problem and if Merlin had any brains, he'd really stop going so often," he said pointedly.
One of Arthur's advisors cleared his throat and nervously asked, "Your highness, if I may speak my mind?"
"Of course."
"Well, about Merlin, I think we should take his confession into consideration."
"What? That's just ridiculous. It's Merlin!"
"I know, but, Sire, this isn't the first time an accusation such as this has been made," he shifted his feet nervously before continuing. "The witch finder as well as many others have accused him of witchcraft. Merlin himself has even admitted to being a sorcerer before; this isn't the first time!"
Merlin looked awkwardly around the room. Arthur looked Merlin up and down. "No, there's no way I wouldn't have known," Arthur said uncertainly.
"Sire, if so many people have been saying this, there may be some truth to it. I think it's something that we need to consider."
"Merlin, what do you have to say in your defense?"
"Uh…" Merlin started, "well, funny thing about that…"
Author's Note:
Sorry it's late! And short… Ah well; these things do happen.
