Sorry, but I had to write this. The plot bunny was killing me.

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH

Almost Dark!Arthur

When you hit the line, POV switch and verb tense switch.

His eyes flashed, gold as the crown I saw it reflected on. At first I thought it might have been because of the crown, a trick of light. Then I saw it again and again. That fire couldn't have been natural, then the wind and the recoveries. They shouldn't have happened. He committed treason. I warned him time and time again to stop, telling him magic corrupted and is evil. He never understood. Every time I saw those eyes I was reminded of the shine of topaz as he mumbled spells. I saw the abnormal deaths for what they really were, not accidents as I had once believed. He truly was a monster, a creature of magic. I let it happen. I never went to Uthur. I paid for that dearly.

Who released Sigan, the dragon, and the druid beast? We never had proof, but I had my suspicions. Hemlock. I saw it in his hand the night Morgana was kidnapped. What he planned for its use I will never know. He could have done anything while everyone else was sleeping. Who cast the spell from the inside of the castle during Cedred's takeover? Luckily Morgana stopped him. It had to have been him.

You ask why I allow this sorcerer to stay, why he is still alive. I am befriending him; waiting for the day I can stand over him and stab him in the heart, to see the look of betrayal on his face. It will be worth it. I will be the one to kill him. That is why I protect him. Execution would be too good for him.

Arthur is staring at me, almost glaring. This is the second time I see him glaring in the last day. Why is he mad at me? He takes me on a hunting trip; hopefully killing innocent creatures will brighten his mood. We go to a secluded area of the forest, the area I have been so many times to remember Freya: the lake of Avalon. He walks to the banks, clearly deep in thought.

"Did you ever think to tell me?" He demands once I follow him. I stutter, thinking of what he meant. Did he know? "Did you?"

I stutter, backing away slowly as he reaches for his sword. I hit the water, and he turns, pointing his sword at me. "Did you know I've known for years? I've waited for this day, and finally the waiting has paid off. This is for everything you've done," He stabbed violently at me, the blade running through my chest, piercing a lung. Betrayal stings my heart, as I start to retch blood; I bleed into the lake where my Freya died. Now I will die there too. He smiles down on me as I collapse. I feel the very essence of my being seeping out of my core. I use the very last bit of my strength to drag myself deeper into the water.

I would finally be with Freya.

Never again would that monster threaten anyone. The world was rid of him. I smile as I grab our horses. Good-bye, Merlin, betrayer of Camelot. The sorcerer is dead.