𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔈𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

"Here's blueberry muffins." Snow puts the tray down.

"Wow... they look darker." I say.

She definitely burned them. It smells like the ash of the oven. King White draws back.

"They *er* look lovely my dear." He picks one up.

I'm a bit more hesitant. I draw back. I turn as he bites into it. Surprisingly, his face didn't turn green like I was once. Then there's this horrible sound of his teeth gritting. It sounds like glass shattering. I'm wondering if he broke a tooth or two.

"They're *cough* delicious." He says.

"Merlin try one." She looks at me.

I let out a sigh. Of course. I take it. I open my mouth but before I could bite down, a blast of pain floods through my head. I drop the muffin and grip it. Pain. Power. It feels like somethings going to burst through my skull.

"Merlin?" Snow walks forward.

An image flashes before my eyes. The.... staff. It's been... locked away for centuries. I thought... I thought I would never see it again. I can hear it screaming my name. I can feel the dark magic awakening. I stand up. I feel something trickling down my nose.

"Merlin! You're bleeding!" Snow yells.

I back away. My head was spinning the noises keep getting louder and louder. It's screaming in my ears. It's screaming. The power... it's calling to me. The power. The blood loss. The... fire. I bump into someone.

"Merlin?" Arthur says.

Then my knees give in and everything goes dark.