𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔖𝔦𝔵

"Whoa Merlin. Slow down." Arthur says.

I ignore him.

"You're going to give yourself a stomachache." Hans says.

Arhtur puts his hand on my shoulder. I let out a breath. I put the soup down.

"Pasheria's going to complete the curse." I say.

"What? But you said-" Hans starts.

"She has my staff." I grip my stomach.

"Oh... now that could be a problem." Hans says.

"You think?" I raise an eyebrow.

I grip my stomach. I can feel the power. I can feel my inners burning. I can feel my bones cracking. She's struggling. To wield both staffs, I don't know how someone can do it. She could easily destroy me now, but she'll keep me alive once the curse is complete and the hour has come. I hear the shot of lightning. 

"Mitz?" Arthur looks up at me.

I run outside. Oh no... 

"Oh my stars." Jack mutters.

It has begun. The lighting storm that will doom humanity. The black clouds have risen up in the red blood sky. I grip my wounds. She's doing it. Lightning booms down. It will wipe out villages. Kingdoms. Everything. And the cherry on top will be an unstoppable army of the dead. I can feel it. 

"Merlin!" A voice yells.

I turn. 

"Snow White." I say.

She runs up to me and hugs me tightly. I grab her in my arms. Thank goodness she's alive. Pino and the others run toward us. We reunite at last. I push Snow into my face. She wraps her hands around me.

"You guys are alive." Arthur smiles.

"For how long I wonder." A voice says.

I look up. 

"Ilithius, Assrack." I say.