He cowered in the corner, hiding behind a crowd of blood-thirsty people, shouting for the fire that would burn the sorcerer to his death.
He watched paralyzed as the guard lowered the torch, his eyes caught the sorcerer's and he winced for the look he saw was one of complete defeat. The man nodded once then closed his eyes as he resigned himself to his fate.
Merlin shivered as the flames began to burn his flesh, he turned and ran; he couldn't watch the death of one of his kind, for he knew that one day, if he was not careful, it would be him on that pyre.