𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫

I look at Snow. I know Pasheria will try to kill Snow. She was rageful. She was hateful. I saw her wrath. I felt it. The Demon Lords will never let this go. I look at them. They're all in grave danger. The Demon Lords will kill them on sight. I can't let that happen. I can't let them even an inch to them.

"Merlin?" Snow asks me.

I turn.

"Yes- er. Yeah?" I ask.

"What's wrong? We're almost there, right?" Snow says.

"Yes." and that's what scares me.

I really have to do this. I have to end this. I can feel the eclipse coming fast. It'll happen soon. I can feel it. Tomorrow? A couple days from now? I have no idea. When that happens what am I supposed to do? I'm leading my friends right into the fire. I can't let them anywhere near this place. I grab my staff. It starts glowing.

"Merlin?" Artur walks to us. 

I jump back and slam my staff into the ground. Black beams shoot up. They all hurdle together. My eyes glow yellow. My form changes. It traps them in a cage. Arthur turns to me in anger and confusion. My eyes look at them.

"Merlin? What the heck are you doing?!" Arthur yells.

"The only way is if I go for the bait." I say.

"What are you talking about?" Snow asks.

"I'm sorry, but I have to do this on my own. They will not hesitate to kill you." I say.

"You cannot be serious Mitz." Arthur says.

"The curse is coming. They need me to complete it. It's my best chance to destroy the staff." I say.

"Merlin! Please!" Snow yells.

"Hey... I'll be fine." I say.