“Please! Don’t do this! Stop!” I yell, a pile of dusty rubble falling from the stony roof. “Ha! Why should I? bạn could never understand, Merlin! bạn tried to kill me!” Morgana yells, her green eyes glistening with tears of rage and sadness. The black makeup around her eye’s is streaming, her pale skin. What’s happened to my dear friend? I could’ve taken her under my wing, taught her everything good and right about magic. But no. Morgause appears beside her, her cinnamon brown eyes flashing gold, her blonde hair wafting around her face as the rubble tips over me, and everything...
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