“I find that we have a sorcerer in Camelot, Sire. My friend Aredian had been right, that magic is indeed in Camelot.” Bayard said his eyes small and depthless. This new Witch finder was better than Aredian, yet just as evil at the same time. “Go on.” Uther said, leaning forward. “I have found the sorcerer! She is indeed in this room among us.” I look at Morgana, her green eyes wide, her face pale, as she fidgets in her chair. Oh no. Bayard points a thin finger at her. “The Lady Morgana, is the Sorceress of Camelot.” Oh god, help her. Uther glares at her. “Is this true?” He fumes. “I... I...” Morgana stutters. I nudge Gaius. “What are we going to do?” I whisper fiercely at him. “There is nothing we can do, boy.” His face is expressionless. “I have no choice but to sentence you to death.” Uther looks away, tears in his eyes. I run to Arthur. His face is pale and pasty, his mouth open. “Stop this!” I hiss at him, and Gwen runs up next to me. “Listen to him, Arthur! Stop it!” Gwen grabs our hands. Arthur looks stricken. He walks up to his father. “Stop this now, Father. This is Morgana we’re talking about!” He yells. Uther glares at him, his pink scar bulging from his forehead. “She’s a WITCH, Arthur! Don’t be stupid.” I exchange a look with Gwen, biting my lip. She has tears streaking her face. I put an arm around my friend. I know what I have to do.
Morgana is on the stake, not burning, but screaming, her purple dress flaring out beside her, the wind blowing her hair around her face. Arthur, Gwen and I look at each other. “UTHER!” Gwen screams, but Arthur grabs her around the waist, writhing and trying to get away. “Let me GO! She’s my best friend!” She screams, crying. “I can’t do anything, Guinevere.” He looks into her eyes. I feel ashamed of being here. I almost killed Morgana myself, but she forgave me. Must “I let her die now, watching this innocent girl before me scream over her? Surely not. Kilghara must know that I have enough heart to not let that happen! I run forward, and Arthur grabs my arm. “No, Merlin. Don’t kill yourself. You can’t do anything.” He says, tears in his eyes. “I can, Arthur, I can.” I look at Gwen, her warm brown eyes filled with sadness and let down. “
You can’t, Merlin! What are you supposed to tell the king?” He yells. “Watch me, Arthur. You don’t know me.” I wink, watching his face furrow in confusedness. I run up to the top of the stone stairs, making sure everyone’s in my view. I look around, trying to find a face. I find it. Gaius. He’s shaking his head vigorously at me, but I ignore it, mouthing “Sorry.” Uther starts to talk. “As you know, Morgana, magic is forbidden in Camelot...” He starts, but I interrupt. “NO!” I boom. Arthur and Gwen look at me, puzzled and worried. “MERLIN!” Gaius yells. “Let him speak!” Says Uther, bemused. “This is my life. No one knows who I truly am!” I yell, looking directly at Arthur. His blue eyes are confused, his mouth in a scrunched up ball. “Merlin! What are you doing? Let me die!” Morgana says. She’s so beautiful. I tale a deep breath. “I AM A SORCERER!” I yell at the top of my lungs, and everyone gasps. Everyone gasps. Arthur laughs. “Merlin, you’ve tried this before. It’s not going to work...” He laugh, but I stop him. “No, Arthur. YOU stop! BAERNE!” The torch in front of Uther lights up. Everyone’s jaw drops, a wet, popping sound. “I AM THE DRAGONLORD, SON OF BALINORE.” I yell, my eyes flashing gold.
Morgana is on the stake, not burning, but screaming, her purple dress flaring out beside her, the wind blowing her hair around her face. Arthur, Gwen and I look at each other. “UTHER!” Gwen screams, but Arthur grabs her around the waist, writhing and trying to get away. “Let me GO! She’s my best friend!” She screams, crying. “I can’t do anything, Guinevere.” He looks into her eyes. I feel ashamed of being here. I almost killed Morgana myself, but she forgave me. Must “I let her die now, watching this innocent girl before me scream over her? Surely not. Kilghara must know that I have enough heart to not let that happen! I run forward, and Arthur grabs my arm. “No, Merlin. Don’t kill yourself. You can’t do anything.” He says, tears in his eyes. “I can, Arthur, I can.” I look at Gwen, her warm brown eyes filled with sadness and let down. “
You can’t, Merlin! What are you supposed to tell the king?” He yells. “Watch me, Arthur. You don’t know me.” I wink, watching his face furrow in confusedness. I run up to the top of the stone stairs, making sure everyone’s in my view. I look around, trying to find a face. I find it. Gaius. He’s shaking his head vigorously at me, but I ignore it, mouthing “Sorry.” Uther starts to talk. “As you know, Morgana, magic is forbidden in Camelot...” He starts, but I interrupt. “NO!” I boom. Arthur and Gwen look at me, puzzled and worried. “MERLIN!” Gaius yells. “Let him speak!” Says Uther, bemused. “This is my life. No one knows who I truly am!” I yell, looking directly at Arthur. His blue eyes are confused, his mouth in a scrunched up ball. “Merlin! What are you doing? Let me die!” Morgana says. She’s so beautiful. I tale a deep breath. “I AM A SORCERER!” I yell at the top of my lungs, and everyone gasps. Everyone gasps. Arthur laughs. “Merlin, you’ve tried this before. It’s not going to work...” He laugh, but I stop him. “No, Arthur. YOU stop! BAERNE!” The torch in front of Uther lights up. Everyone’s jaw drops, a wet, popping sound. “I AM THE DRAGONLORD, SON OF BALINORE.” I yell, my eyes flashing gold.