So... that's a wrap for series four! I'm not as pleased with this batch as I was with the first three seasons, but I think it's because I struggled with finding an amusing twist for some of them. I'm pretty sure that season five will end up being angsty, because I know for a fact that I won't be able to find humour in most of the episodes. Season five was just so epically tragic, and full of lovely, lovely whump. *sighs*
Thank you to everyone who has read, followed, and reviewed my little snippets of Merlin! See you soon!
This is getting to be a habit, it really is.
It's like everything repeats every year or so; I spend my time acting the idiot, while Arthur gets the credit for defeating an enemy, cutting down bandits, or saving Camelot... blah, blah, blah.
Meanwhile, I'm the one who has to do the truly icky stuff – and sometimes even the awesome stuff! Look what I did with Excalibur! – and yet I get called the coward, the lazy fool, or the useless girl...
Alright, so Arthur is kind of great and everything.
But still.
I saved Camelot! Again!
A little gratitude, maybe?