Title: Somebody That I Used to Know
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Just your standard reveal fic
Warnings: Major Character Death
Word Count: 100 on my phone
Author's Notes: I know this has been done a zillion times already. But hey, a hundred words. Hey, my first MCD. Hey, why do I do this to myself? (Also, I only do past tense. But this worked better in the present tense. Hey, first time for everything. Hey!) (I've tried four times to fix the tags and it doesn't work. Sorry.)
“That's a stupid argument. No one is born with magic. They choose to do evil.”
Arthur wonders why Merlin would defend sorcerers. Hadn't he, on multiple occasions, spoken out against them?
“I was born with magic.”
What game is Merlin playing at?
“I don't believe you,” Arthur scoffs, irritated.
A ball of light appears in Merlin's hands, heart-warmingly familiar, but utterly foreign.
Terror seizes Arthur's soul. How could such evil corrupt the best man he knows?
Terror. Horror. Despair. Resolution.
A schwing of his sword. Squelch. Thud.
Correction: How could evil have corrupted the best man he used to know?