Arthur felt himself fill with dread. "What do you mean?" he asked looking towards the burning 'witch' on the pyre, flames now licking at her thigh's. She was screaming and yanking at the chains. "I meant exactly what I said." replied 'Merlin', smirking evily, "Just a simple switching spell and, well, poor Merlin up there looks like he's having such a blast." / Four-shot, Friendship
Rated: M - English - Tragedy/Friendship - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,859 - Reviews: 43 - Favs: 88 - Follows: 123 - Updated: 11/23/2012 - Published: 8/6/2012 - Merlin, Arthur