𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫

"Merlin, are you sure you're alright?" Snow asks.

She holds my arm.

"I'm fine." I say.

"Okay... but I'm going to keep trying." She says.

"Please do." I say.

I turn. She could never understand. No matter how much I want to tell her. I want to spill everything, but I can't. How could I? How could I tell her the blood I spilled? How could tell any of them I'm not even human? I can't tell her anything.

"Hey... does anyone smell that?" Jack raises an eyebrow.

"It doesn't smell like beautiful cooking." Hans wrinkles his nose.

The foul smell. Rotting. I turn to where my nose hits it the most.

"Oi! Did someone die?" Arthur grunts.

"I think something died." I say.

"Merlin?" Snow asks.

I start walking. I push away the branches. I look down and immediately I want to puke.

"Oh! What is that thing?!" Jack screams.

"A dead dog obviously." Nikio says.

It had terribles claws engraved in it. I grab Snow White. I turn. I see tracks. Horses. The staff is being moved and it has been awakened. It craves blood. Its hungry. I can feel it screaming to me. I've been away from it for far too long and I have to get it back.