"You fools should go home whining." I say.
I grip my staff. My power is restored. I'm rising. I'm changing. Prince Average draws back.
"Get that thing!" He yells.
Two knights run forward. I tried to warn him. My staff glows. Lightening shoots forward from my staff. It hits them. Burning them. Destroying them. A smile forms on my lips. I watch as they turn to dust. All that remains is armor.
"Humans are always the same. Weak." I say.
I start rising up. I shoot a red beam into the sky.
"Get him!" Prince Average yells.
They shoot cannonballs at me. Really? He never learns. I tried telling him a thousand times this would not end well. I reach out my hand. The cannonballs shatter like glass. I pull my hand. The cannonball bits ignite in fire. I shoot them forward. Prince Average ducks. The sky darkens.
"You cannot fight me and win." I say.
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Merlin... you're Maziroath?! I don't know how I feel about it. I don't know anything! I've known Merlin for ten years. How is this possible?? I didn't know this at all. We we're supposed to be brothers! I thought there were no secrets between us.
"Arthur, can you believe it?" Jack asks me.
"Absolutely not." I breathe.
The rage. The power. His form. It looks demonic. It looks... horrifying. I'm so confused. I feel like he's been a total stranger to me. He's.... he's about 5,000 years old! How does he look that good?!
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𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥
FantasyI can't believe I only have one Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs. So, I decided to change all that. 5,000 years ago, the demon general Maziroath created a dark curse after the entire demon army tried to take over Fairy Tale Island. The curse was said...
