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Merlin stumbles out of the nexus, his clothes tinged with the smell of fire and ash, staring around him in confusion. This isn't Camelot. This isn't anything like Camelot, and it's definitely not where Merlin needs to be.
Camelot is burning, and it's all his fault.
He whirls around, trying to get some sort of sense of this place, of whatever magic it was that brought him here. "What are you?" he yells, tired and guilty and exhausted. "Why have you brought me here?" All he gets from it is the sense that it wants him to ask a question - a question! It dragged him from Camelot, from Arthur, from all the people who were dying because of his mistakes, for a question?
"Oh, and you weren't happy enough with my first two?" he said, with a hollow laugh. It was just like the dragon, stringing him along, telling him riddles that made no sense and then telling him the blame was his when he didn't understand. "Fine, if you're so desperate for a question, then why don't you answer this one: how am I supposed to stop the dragon from destroying Camelot?"
Camelot is burning, and it's all his fault.
He whirls around, trying to get some sort of sense of this place, of whatever magic it was that brought him here. "What are you?" he yells, tired and guilty and exhausted. "Why have you brought me here?" All he gets from it is the sense that it wants him to ask a question - a question! It dragged him from Camelot, from Arthur, from all the people who were dying because of his mistakes, for a question?
"Oh, and you weren't happy enough with my first two?" he said, with a hollow laugh. It was just like the dragon, stringing him along, telling him riddles that made no sense and then telling him the blame was his when he didn't understand. "Fine, if you're so desperate for a question, then why don't you answer this one: how am I supposed to stop the dragon from destroying Camelot?"