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I scowl at her, “Sir Knight, I think you might be mistaken I…” “Oh no, I don’t think I am.” Devona explains. “I have a pretty good idea who you are…you are a part of all this too.” “Yeah, who am I, their love child?” “No.” she answers simply. “Mordred died the same night as his mother. It was by luck alone that his infant daughters were not killed as well. Those behind the plot to destroy Morgana’s line so that she might rise did their very best to be thorough. But… I feel you, any of you, aren’t going to believe me until I show you some proof.” She motions for us to follow her to the cellar. “Come on, our friend is still unconscious. He’ll be a perfect visual aid.”

“you want me so much, and you sleep? Frankly, how weak are you? Good for me. I don’t have to feel the disgust of you touching my skin, and you facilitate my ascension to the throne with so much inertia.” She had just taken a shower, so she undressed, put on pure silk pajamas, and lay down beside Typhon, turning her back to him. Typhon opens his eyes and looks at her with hatred, but before she can look back, he closes his eyes again and tries to fall asleep. Mordred's men are prepared to leave. Mordred begins to explore the entire village, which, to his joy, is just burnt rubble. “It won’t even be a ghost town. That way, they won’t connect me to this village when I'm the king.”

Ash and Kai step back as a black ichor starts climbing out of her mouth and nose. Merlin holds the crystal to the liquid and it flows into it. It was thick and the tendrils move around, swaying as they find purchase on the crystal and then get sucked inside. Merlin is stroking her head, and still muttering in a language he doesn’t know. She holds his gaze as he continues drawing the ichor out of her. She’s shaking, and her spine drops back to the mattress as the ichor is finally contained in the crystal, which disappears into a pocket of the blue coat.

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

Blinking in confusion Mordred frowned as a strange feeling came to mind, after all it was very rare to have someone wearing blue robes and those who did wear them were Druids. “Was that it?” Mordred asked not feeling happy, to his surprise Skye shook his head. “I saw the brown-haired man’s lips move but I couldn’t hear anything. However I did pick up one word” Skye heard Helga giggling as Merlia was fixing a sleeve of Helga’s green dress. “And that was?” Mordred leaned back on his chair silently praying that it was useful and that it wasn't a waste of time. “Merlin” Snap!

Merlin couldn’t fathom why he betrayed Arthur after all he had done for him, but he still couldn’t bring himself to kill him in the hallucination. Instead, he gave Mordred the sword and lowered his head in hopes of meeting Arthur again, and met Arthur he did. He lifted his head after hearing a familiar insult that he had come up with, but a certain supercilious, patronizing, condescending cabbage head turned king had stolen it and even used it in the wrong context. Merlin embraced Arthur and for a long time they just stood there, as if they were communicating telepathically.

Thirty minutes for them to explain what the hell is going on. "Come on, let's go sit over there." She leads me towards the living room. Reece, Aaron and Reece's dad follow behind us. We all sit and they give me weird looks not saying anything for a while until Reece decides to break the silence. "Do you believe in werewolves Morgana?" He asks gazing intensely at me. "What, like from the movies?" I ask with a tilt of my head. "Well, not exactly but yeah from the movies." He says.

Merlin the necromancer elbowed Levi the Envious when the latter was too oblivious from the piercing glare of Maleficent the Glutton. “Ouch! Merlin” Levi the Envious finally looked up at the wizard behind him. “What is wrong with you?” “You sure know how to live yours, Levi the Envious. You are acting like a brat since no one will hug you right now. Pathetic,” said Merlin in an even tone. He was watching Levi’s expression through his hooded eyes.

“No. No way. You’ve got the wrong person. Maybe your friend saw someone else — Lysander doesn’t even stay out late. He’s not….” “...that kind of person?” Mordred finished for me, his tone dark. “You sure about that?” “Yes!” I shot back, louder than I intended. “Because unlike everyone else, he’s real with me. He listens, he helps, he doesn’t keep secrets…” I stopped myself before I could say more, but it was too late. Mordred’s expression hardened, the muscle in his jaw twitching. He took a step closer, closing the distance between us until the air between us felt charged.

"A goddess, nonetheless. I am unfamiliar with this Merlin. If you could please provide us with a brief history, we will be better able to determine if we can assist in whatever capacity you require." Ari nodded. "Merlin was a wizard of some repute. He once aided kings before our times progressed beyond their system of rule. Legend says that he is the bastard child of a demon and noble woman. He's immensely powerful, able to shape-shift, change perceptions of reality, and control the elements." I looked up at my grandmother, my mouth hanging open. "And you think I can beat him by myself?"