He was lost in the tundra. He knew he would die here. Die iced over and alone. He knew no one knew he had left Camelot and even if they did find him they would wonder why. Arthur would never know his secret and think the worse of him, he was sure. Merlin counted on dying. He never counted on Arthur coming to save him. The question is…why?

They call me the wicked Witch of The West and they tell my story all over the Land, but what they tell are lies. Yes, lies. Oh, there were Ruby Shoes, a Good Witch, A fallen house, a young girl, but there is more to the tale. Come closer, yes, you there, come over and hear the true tale. My tale...