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The knights rode out of the gates and weren't overly surprised to see that Merry and Bell's house had disappeared, since they were the ones that put the spell on them.

Merlin rode out last. His mind felt clearer now and the air felt fresher as he breathed it in. He looked up at the knights and saw how they also felt better. They closed the gates behind them, promising to tell a different story of what had happened to them.

Merlin turned the rabbit round on its stick as it hovered over the fire's flames, cooking nicely. Licking his lips, he tried to remember the last time he had eaten a proper meal. He went to pick up a stick to throw on the fire, but his hands gripped thin air. Looking behind him, he saw that all the firewood was gone. Merlin huffed. He knew he'd have to go and get the fire wood... However, it was worth a shot.

"Arthur, were out of fire wood," Merlin said, not looking round. Arthur looked up from polishing his sword.

"Go get some then," the Prince, replied, rubbing the metal once again.

"You do remember how you killed me right?" the Warlock replied, smirking, looking over his shoulder at Arthur. Arthur stopped and looked at Merlin.

"Yes Merlin, I do remember, don't bring the memory to the surface again. Although, I'd like to bring the memory of the fact that you are my servant to the surface. You run around for me, not the other way round. Now go get some fire wood," Arthur said, carrying on with what he was doing. Merlin sighed and stood up, brushing himself down and set off to get some fire wood.

"Don't let the rabbit burn," Merlin called behind him. The knights stopped what they were doing and looked at the meat. Percival groaned and sat down by the fire to tend to the meat.

Meanwhile, Merlin walked through the forest, picking up pieces of wood. It was quite hard since it had rained not long ago. He sighed as he threw another wet bit of wood behind him. He'd died and come back to life and he still was being bossed about.

Merlin suddenly stopped as he heard a twig behind him snap. He quickly turned around, dropping what wood he had. Nothing was there, but Merlin could sense dark magic in the cold air, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He scanned the area, looking past the trees, cranking his neck to the side to see. He breathed in the cold air and sighed, accepting that it was just his imagination.

Merlin turned back round and had to cover his mouth to stop himself screaming as he fell backwards in shock. A boy of about seven or eight years of age stood there; face as emotionless as the dead. He had short black hair and deep crimson red eyes.

"Nice to finally meet you Emrys... Or should I say, Merlin," the boy said wickedly, smiling. Merlin scrambled backwards, the boy reeked of dark, evil and powerful magic. It was too overwhelming; Merlin had to put his hand over his mouth and nose.

"W-w- Who are you?" Merlin stammered, slowly climbing to his feet. The boy's smirk widened, showing a row of jiggered sharp teeth.

"I'm your worst nightmare," the boy said stepping forward. "I'm ruler of the flames; I'm God's left hand; the creature in the night; I'm Satan; I'm the Lord of the Flies, I'm the devil!" the boy's voice turned to a monstrous scream that almost deafened Merlin. The Warlock put his hands on his ears. The devil stopped and cranked his neck to the side as if examining him. Merlin stared back.

"The devil?" Merlin questioned, somehow finding it a little hard to believe. A child? The devil? Did he fall over and hit his head or something?

"Got a problem with me taking a little boy's form?" sneered the Devil. Merlin shook his head so quickly he got a headache. Damn, this kid was a creep...

"Why are you here?" Merlin questioned, moving round to his left. The Devil did the same and they ended up slowly walking round in a circle, studying each other like wild animals. The Devil smiled and looked away, down at the ground.

"Death may think it's acceptable for the world to be off balance, but I certainly do not! Especially for someone so pure like you!" The Devil growled, making Merlin feel deeply ashamed of himself and what he does for his friends, Arthur and Camelot. The two still circled each other.

"So, your here to kill me?"

"I thought I'd have some fun..."

"So?"

"I'm not killing you," the Devil said. Merlin stopped, causing the Devil to stop. He nodded, coming to terms with the fact that the Devil and Death are not that different... Both clearly insane and in need of a physician quite desperately.

"If you are not going to kill me then who are you going to kill?" Merlin asked, now worried about what the child was planning on doing. The child's red eyes flickered like fire as he studied Merlin. He smiled, showing crooked teeth.

"You'll see," said the boy and before another word could be said, the he had disappeared. Merlin shook his head as if he was dreaming. Picking up the firewood he had collected, Merlin turned to walk back to the camp and said:

"Nothing like meeting a creepy kid in the forest claiming he's the devil," Merlin said, walking towards camp.

"Have fun?" Death asked as the Devil walked past him and started to open the trap door that lead down to Hell. The Devil huffed.

"The world is off balance, why'd you do it?"

"Because that boy has a great destiny ahead of him," Death explained not looking up from his book. The devil snarled.

"The real reason," he hissed in a whisper. Death looked up and shrugged.

"I could make some real money out of him on bets."

"I knew it!" the Devil exclaimed, pointing a thin finger at Death. The Grim Reaper looked back at his book.

"Are you not meant to be killing someone?"

"Forgot my dagger," the boy said, opening the trap door and jumping down into the screams of misery. Death nodded, guessing that was why the pesky boy was back so soon.

Merlin heard another noise and wondered if the Devil was back. However, the noise soon turned to shouts. Merlin dropped his wood and ran towards the camp, where the shouts were coming from. His breathing quickened as he ran at a high-powered speed. Coming to a halt by slamming half of his body into a tree, Merlin half hid behind it and looked around the camp.

Bandits were attacking them all. Merlin watched as the knights fought the attackers, unsure of what he was meant to be doing. What could he do? He was not good with a sword and he could not use his magic. What could he do but watch and make sure no one killed Arthur.

Merlin's mind wandered as he watched the men shout and fight one another. His mind wandered back to the Devil and what he had said.

That then was when Merlin saw the creepy child again. He walked slowly round the trees, completely visible to everyone, but somehow invisible. He pulled a dagger from his belt and climbed a small muddy hill. Merlin looked and saw who was at the bottom of the hill.

Percival.

Without knowing why, Merlin knew that the Devil would kill Percival. Merlin stared in shock as the Devil reached the top of the hill. Without thinking, Merlin flung himself forward into a run towards Percival. Dodging a bandit's blade and pushing past another, the young Warlock knew he would not make it. Therefore, as the Devil jumped down from the hill, Merlin could do nothing but watch as he stabbed the knight in the back.

Merlin froze as the battle behind him died. He slowly walked towards Percival and knelt by his side, the Devil nowhere to be seen. Thinking that the man was dead, Merlin went to call the others. Suddenly, Percival's hand reached out and gripped Merlin's arm tightly.

"I tried to keep them from killing each other, I tried to make us stick together..." he panted between breaths. "Do you think... Do you think I did a good job?" the knight asked, looking up into Merlin's clear blue eyes. Merlin smiled and patted Percival's head.

"You did a great job," he replied like his mother had once done when he had saved one of his friends from drowning once. He remembered when she had said that he felt brilliant. Percival smiled, glad that he had done, a good job.

Then his body, slummed down towards the ground and not another word was said by the knight.

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