After receiving a vaguely translated "french" review (which I didn't understand at all, but shhhh), here is my OS in English. Enjoy your reading. Say if there are mistakes. French are the worst when they have to translate a text. Trust me.
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie. You lie. You have to lie.
Lie, lie, lie.
What is a lie? A simple cover-up for a secret? Or something much worse?
You lie to Arthur, to Gwen, to the knights, to the friends for years. It eats away at you.
But you can't say anything. Magic is still not allowed in Camelot, remember? Close your mouth, son, and be patient. I know, each second that passes makes your Secret heavier and more painful. Sometimes you have the impression that your back's going to give out from carrying the weight you were born with. Or your heart, this one squeezes harder and harder with every lie.
But aren't you Emrys, the biggest sorcerer of the world? The one who will bring the King of the Past and Present to the Uther's old throne? This one who, centuries later, will be named with admiration "Merlin the Enchanter"?
You are beset by doubt, over and over. You don't know if you will be able to do what prophecies announce, if you will be able to continue to protect Arthur, if you be able to push back dangers in increasing numbers. You don't know. You don't know. You don't know.
Lies bring doubt, doubt brings… brings what?
Don't give up, Merlin. Please, don't give up. Albion's future depends on you, and you alone. Oh, how painful it must be, not being authorized to lean on anyone… However hundreds, what am I saying, thousands of sorcerers, wizards and druids are waiting and are hoping the return of magic! They are all behind you. They may not all encourage you, but you know that some will not hesitate to help you. Exceptional cases, like Altar, will not hesitate to sacrifice themselves if it means your survival. You know that.
You know it.
It doesn't stop you from having doubts.
Because, basically, you don't know.
You know, but you don't know. You know that you don't know? It's all jumbled up in your head.
It is a fucking vicious cycle.
There is only one thing left for you to do. Anyway, why keep questioning yourself, it won't change your Destiny. You will wake up Arthur, he will give you your tasks, each one more disgusting than the last (you still haven't gotten over that paw you got from that damn horse), you will discuss with everybody, you will suspect the new servant, the new guests, you will tail one of them, you will put yourself in danger to save Arthur, your enemies will be neutralized, Arthur will laugh at you and say you didn't do anything, and you will go to bed.
You can sum that all up in one thing.
You live.
Destiny will bring itself back on its own when the moment comes.