𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔑𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫

"Papa!" I yell.

"I'm alright Snow." Papa says.

I turn to Merlin. I see a look in his eyes. A look I haven't seen before.

"Merlin?" I grab his hand. 

He pushes away from me.

"What?" I look up at him.

"I'm sorry." He says.

I can see tears slipping down his face.

"Merlin what is it?" I ask.

"I never wanted you to see this ever." He says.

"What are you talking about?" I breathe. 

He lifts my head up.

"No matter what I love you and I hope you can forgive me." He smiles.

What are you talking about? He turns. He starts walking forward.

"Merlin?!" I scream.

He reaches his hand out.

"I have been denying my destiny for far too long." His voice changes. 

It sounds like two voices. One deeper. One his normal voice. The staff rises and glows. I watch as an eye opens. I jump. Hans and everyone else looks so confused. The staff shoots forward. It flies into Merlin's hand. 

My eyes widen. He begins to change. His skin turns gray with line markings on his face. His eyes turn yellow, a glowing yellow. His outfit changes. His legs turn bare with red braces on them. His cloak changes to a fearsome face with eyes on the collar. Its eyes shoot forward. A tongue licks the lips of it. I watch as a cape made of black threads like hair form on his collar.

"Who... what are you?" Prince Average asks

"Maziroath." He says.