Arthur felt heavy-footed as he walked back to the palace. He bore the fatigue of defeat on his face. He could have repeated again, and again, that this was not his fault, but the nagging thought remained, I couldn’t save those women.
He sighed.
It’s only a myth, he reasoned. They’re not real...but this world feels too real to be myth. If there is life, death, cause, and effect, how can I simply deny it?
“Lost in thought again, young prince?”
Noah whirled around. Standing in front of him with a bit of a gleeful smile was Merlin.
“I couldn’t save them,” Noah whispered.
Merlin's smile softened. “No...you simply arrived too late. Their deaths was inevitable.”
Noah clenched his fists. “Still… the responsibility lies with me.”
Merlin struck the floor with his staff. “Would you like
