𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫

I wake up slowly. 

"Merlin! You're awake!" Snow hugs me.

I look at her in surprise. I look around. My staff bows his head and turns back to just a stick with a red jewel. Oh... this is awkward. Everyone was looking at me. Arthur and Jack gave me daggers eyes.

"So... how much trouble am I in?" I scratch my head.

"Oh, trust me, you're in-bucket loads of trouble. Why didn't you tell us?!" Arthur yells.

"How could I?" I ask.

"Well... I don't know, maybe just say your true name is Maziroath!" Arthur yells.

I stand up. I reach my hand out and I take my staff. I let out a breath. Arthur walks forward. He punches me in the face. I fall to the ground. The staff shoots lightning out. Arthur slams into a wall. Snow helps me up.

"Why'd your staff shoot lightning at me?!" Arthur yells.

"You did just punch me in the face." I point out.

"You deserved it!" Arthur yells.

"You're right." I say.

"Arhtur maybe cool it a little." Hans says.

"Cool it?! You've been lying to us forever!" Arthur yells.

"I'm sorry." I look down.

"You think that makes it okay?!" Arthur yells.

"No." I say.

Arhtur turns.

"Look, I know you hate me, but we've got bigger problems." I say.

"What could possibly be worse than you lying to us?" Arthur hisses.

"My curse." I say.

"You're curse?" Hans asks.

"Merlin, what did you do that day?" Snow asks.