Why? Why did I have to be a sorcerer? Oh yeah, my stupid destiny! Why couldn't I just be normal? Arthur could know everything about me. He wouldn't be standing there gaping like a fish because he had just witness me and my magic. I wouldn't be running for some unknown reason. No! I need magic, magic is me! Without it I am nothing, without it I would be dead. More importantly, Arthur would have died a hundred times over. So the real question needs to be, why did I run?! Arthur is right, I am an idiot! Im a cowardly, coward and an idiot and a clot pole and what was I thinking?! Why did I run?! Why, why, why am I such an idiot?!
He probably hates me. He is probably waiting for just the right moment to run his sword right through me. I dont blame him for wanting to, I couldn't blame him even if I wanted to. He had been hurt so much by magic, he had been betrayed so many times, it was a wonder he hadn't been driven insane with grief and hurt. I know he hates me, I know he feels hurt and betrayed, I know all that but what I don't know if why he hasn't killed me yet. Maybe he wanted to take me back to Camelot and execute me as an example that no matter how close you are to him, that there is no room for magic in Camelot. No, Arthur isn't that cruel, he hasn't executed anyone for simply having magic since he took over as king. He had wanted to execute me when I was Dragoon the Great but UI had just killed his father so I can't really blame him there.
"Merlin!" Wait, was that Arthur calling me? It couldn't be, it must just be my mind.
"Merlin, Merlin!" He is, he is calling on me! There is no hatred in his voice, only a bit of hurt.
I turn around and there he is. "I'm sorry." I tell him, and I can see in his eyes that although he feels very hurt, I am forgiven. I know that I haven't failed in my destiny. "I'm sorry Arthur." I say it again, and again and again just so he knows that I am.