Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.
A/N: Tell me what you think. :)
The fire. The flames. The heat.
The fear in his eyes as the red licks the timber, ever closer.
Sparks fly. Wood crackles. Smoke rises.
There is panic, now, and pleading.
It glows, blazes, burns hotter.
He cries for his friends and his family. His innocence. Tears pouring down his face.
It is hungry and devours the food, quicker now.
But, the faces in the crowd are impassive and cold as stone.
The heat is an inferno, scorching and searing anything it can get ahold of.
The screams, they are unbearable.
Merlin can't help but turn away.
Nothing but ashes.