The Price of Prophecy

Merlin coughed blood for ten seconds, yet no one helped him. Instead, they all taped their fingers on the table, their impatient glares drilling holes into the stained mage's robes.

Annoyed by the delay, Adam slammed the table. "Speak now!"

Honestly, if not for Mab, he would have pummeled the man black and blue and shattered every single bone in his body. Once at death's doors, he would have returned Excalibur's scabbard to heal him, just so he could do it again.

Noticing the dangerous glint flashing in Adam's blue and scarlet eye, Merlin coughed one last time before he snapped his fingers.

Green energies engulfed him, their sparks filling the room with a soothing scent of nature. It faded a second later, revealing Merlin's clean looks as if his earlier wounds were a mirage.