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"Will anything interesting ever happen in this story?" Death asked, flicking through a picture book on Wildren. Merlin had come to realise that Death owned millions of books and about half of that number were picture books. Merlin had owned one once when he was younger, but it was destroyed when the village had been set on fire once.

It was about a small Raven unable to fly and was upset that all the other birds could fly. One day the Raven was approached by a dark Owl that had always scared Merlin when he was small. It said that if the Raven would give the Owl one of its feathers then it would grant him flight. The little Raven was so thrilled, he didn't think twice. He gave the Owl a feather and –using magic – the Owl made the Raven able to fly. The Raven had never been happier. However, the Owl used the Raven's feather for dark magic and turned the once happy forest into a horrible dark and twisted place, ruling over it all. When the Raven found out what he had done, he went to the Owl's hideout, never feeling so scared in his whole life. Sneaking in, he found the Owl asleep, so the Raven took the feather and threw it into the fire. The Owl suddenly awoke and screamed. He was so angry; he took away the Raven's ability to fly and cursed him to never be able to fly ever again. However, the forest turned back to its normal way and the Raven was just as happy as he had done a good thing.

Merlin always found the end sad and was always so confused as to why the little Raven was so happy.

"What? Blood, magic, broken friendship, darkness controlling a man to hurt his friends, dangerous creatures and a deadly quest to save a King that half Albion wants dead isn't good enough for you?" Merlin asked sarcastically.

"No, course not," Death replied cheekily.

"You're irritating," Merlin sulked.

"You love me really."

"You collect dead people's souls!"

"... And?"

Merlin groaned, throwing his arms in the air.

"It gets good now – don't give me that look! I truly mean it this time!" Merlin shouted. The trap door in the corner roared for the entertainment. Merlin flashed his eyes gold and a bookcase moved onto of the trap door. Death awkwardly looked at the trap door then sifted back to look at Merlin.

"I hope you're going to move that back before you leave."

"It's the moment you've been waiting for," Merlin cooed, tempting the Grim Reaper. Death leaned forward.

"Gwaine gets his revenge on Elyan for stabbing a sword through his leg?"

"Better."

"What? What could be better?" Death asked, confused that there could possibly be more. Merlin smiled and the fire rose violently with Merlin's newfound dark and evil mood. The roaring fire shadowed half of Merlin's face.

"I die."

The knights marched through the forest silently. Even though Merlin was, healing he still needed to be carried. No one dared to speak to one another as whatever dark forces were at work, they were getting stronger. The closer they travelled to the Remotas flower the more aggressive the knights attitude became. The knights knew this and without a word, they decided not to talk to one another incase they broke out into a fight. Merlin mumbled something that Percival didn't her, but he knew it was not nice words.

Grey clouds loomed overhead and thunder roared in the distance. The ground of the forest started to slowly change to grass and the trees disappeared from view. They came to the ruins of an old castle, nothing left of it than a couple of stonewalls consumed by dark ivy and fleshy green moss. Something sinister lurked in the shadows and Percival was hesitance to follow forwards. He breathed slowly, trying to regain his breathing. When had he started breathing so quickly? He gripped Merlin a little tighter, as if he was an item that made men braver, and walked with the knights through the ruins.

All was quiet, not even a bird could be heard but a faint strange and unholy whisper caught Percival's ears as the wind carried it by. A shiver vibrated down his spin and he gasped for air. Percival kept a close eye on the other knights as he saw them grip their swords tighter. He stayed behind the group slightly like a wonder lost boy. They soon came to an open area of clean grass with a soothing wind that set Percival's nerves on end. Up ahead, before a 22 feet drop into a lake, was the Remotas flower. The knights all stopped and stared in wonder, as they were probably the first in years, to see this flower. Percival lay Merlin down gently on the ground.

Arthur stepped forwards to retrieve the flower, but Leon firmly put a hand on his arm –quickly – and Arthur's gaze shot up and glared at the man.

"I'll get it, it's near a cliff, too dangerous for you Sire," Leon said, making it clear that he should not move another step. Percival would have stayed where he was, but Arthur violently threw Leon's hand aside.

"Are you saying I'm incapable of retrieving the Remotas flower myself Sir Leon?" Arthur asked, turning his body full to face him. Percival cursed, knowing what was going to happen next.

"That's what it sounds like," Gwaine injected, snorting. Elyan pushed Gwaine sideways. They both drew their swords.

"Love to see you do it. You're the weakest out of us all," Elyan sneered. "You haven't got a belief in the world that keeps you doing this job – You hate royals anyhow!" Elyan shouted, working himself up in rage as well as Gwaine. Gwaine lunged forwards with his sword, driving Elyan backwards. With a few twirls from Elyan and savage blows from Gwaine, it only took a matter of moments before one was injured.

Gwaine dug his sword through Elyan's shoulder and withdrew it to take the final blow, only Leon stopped him. Gwaine swung his sword round and Leon and Arthur both dodged it luckily, but accidently fell on top of one another. Before Percival's very eyes, his fellow knight, his family, violently fought a war among themselves.

Anger rose inside Percival as he clenched his hand around something. How could they just do this? How could they let some stupid spell overcome them? Overcome their trust? Their brotherhood? Percival held his charm harder, he'd completely forgotten about it. He watched the knight's swords clash in anger and he felt like killing them all –

It was getting to him now.

He cursed silently and his body shook violently as he tried to stop himself from joining in with the fight. What makes them do this? They're out of the forest so how could it be that. Could it be the ruins? Percival clutched his charm harder...

"The charms..." Percival whispered, looking at the ground. He snapped his head up. "The charms!" he shouted. No place could make men act like this, places like these make men scared, but never mad. To make one man wish to kill another, it must be a spell cast upon one person by another, and Bell and Marry where the only two people to have a chance of doing so.

"STOP!" Percival shouted louder. Leon's ears picked up on Percival's cries and the knight knew that tone of voice. He stopped and turned round. Percival took four long strides and was in front of Leon. He grabbed the charm around his neck and yanked it off. Leon's eyes bulged and then returned to normal as a giant wave of relief washed over him. Everything dark about him had been lifted from his soul and he was free.

Percival grabbed Gwaine and pulled him off of Arthur. Arthur went to attack Gwaine, but Percival just put an arm out, hand flat and simply pushed Arthur backwards lightly, causing the
Prince to fall onto his backside with a thump. The strong knight then pulled off Gwaine's charm and pushed him backwards. Elyan then tried to take down Percival, but got his sword slapped out of his hand and lifted off the floor with one hand. His charm was ripped off his neck and he was dropped to the floor flat on his back.

"What the hell is going on?" asked a voice from behind them. The knights all looked up.

Arthur laughed. "Merlin!"

"I knew Gwaine would get his revenge!" Tom cried happily, punching the air with his bone hand. Merlin raised an eyebrow at Death as he started to do a small victory dance whilst still sitting down. He then stopped and realised something. "With all the charms taken off, everyone back to normal."

"Correction, mine's still on."

Merlin stood there in the cold air, pale as a ghost. He looked cold and confused, unsure of where he was and what was happening. The knight all looked relied to see their friend better and standing. Maybe they could get something done now, thought Percival.

"What are you idiots doing? Don't we have a hateful dumb King to save?" he asked, out of breath for some reason. The knights frowned. Merlin was never that rude, especially about royalty... in front of them anyhow.

"How dare you say that!" Arthur snarled, picking up his sword. Percival gasped. He'd forgotten about Arthur's charm. The charms hung proudly round its master's neck as it twisted with his head.

"Easily!" Merlin shot back angrily. Merlin's charm hung down from his neck too and it moved in the wind that had started to brew. Thunder clapped from above and it started to rain.

"Take it back!" Arthur roared. The rain drizzled down on him and rolled down his face, outlining his anger. He took a step forwards, threateningly. Merlin wasn't the slightest bit scared.

"Come make me Pr –" The secret young warlock didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence. The air was knocked out of him and gasped, whimpering like a wounded animal afterwards. An unseen tear because of the rain rolled down his cheeck. He slowly looked down to see the sword in his gut, then back up at Arthur's rage-filled face. Arthur slowly withdrew his sword and when he finished, Merlin fell backwards flat on his back. His body bounced up slightly when he hit the ground then back down, his face rolling to ace his left side.

Before anyone could say a thing, Percival raced up to Arthur's side and ripped the charm from his neck and before Percival knew what was happening, Arthur was on his knees by his friend's corpse.

As Merlin's eyes closed and the rain lashed down at them for their sins, the fresh green grass was stained forever red with the Warlock's blood.

I'm evil, I know.

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