Gaius sat at the table, his pen scribbling at paper. He was writing down the latest update in Uther's medicine prescription, but he felt like it would be the last time he would write in the book ever again.
Gaius had a suspicious feeling about Edwin from the very beginning. Not only did he mysteriously cure Morgana, but he was claiming outrageous conclusions from evidence that clearly never existed. As much as Gaius wanted to put an end to the madness, he knew he had to hold back. For all he knew, Edwin could be ahead of him, waiting for Gaius to trip on an obstacle he so carefully placed out. For the first time in awhile, Gaius was stumped.
Suddenly, a knock came from the door. Gaius heaved a sigh.
"Come in."
The hinges began to creak, and soon a body found its way in: Geoffrey, with a bundle of cloth hiding beneath his arm.
"Gaius, you've been a good friend to me over the years, and you've done me many kindnesses. I can't deny you this one request."
A small glimpse of hope made its way to Gaius. "The records?"
"I know you wouldn't ask unless it was important."
"You must believe me, there's a great deal at stake." A deal greater than you think.
"If Uther were to discover this, he would kill us both."
"It is for Uther's sake that I make the request. Trust me, please."
Geoffrey took the cloth off of the book and placed it on the table in front of Gaius. Gaius's heart thumped inside just staring at the large book once again, something he thought he would never see again, or want to see at all.
"Thank you, old friend." Gaius couldn't thank him well enough for his sacrifice.
Geoffrey placed a hand on his shoulder respectful and after a short moment, left the room leaving Gaius looking after his back. He glanced down at the large, dusted book in front of him. It seemed like ages ago when he last saw the book. It was not something Gaius was proud of seeing either. To remember how Uther kept a record of all the sorcerers he had slaughtered, all the lives he had terrorized changed for his own personal gain of vengeance that wasn't even meant for the innocent...
Gaius snapped himself mid-thought. There was no way he was going to go back to thinking like that. The past was the past, and Gaius was able to do nothing about it. He didn't need to dig his way to another regret that couldn't be changed.
He had a duty to do, and if he distracted himself now, it could be the line between peacefulness and Uther's last breath.
It didn't matter what memories came back to him or what consequences would come if the king found out; he needed answers, before Edwin could play his little game anymore.