In one shard, he saw a birthday celebration—Morgana, radiant and smiling, accepting a gift from Arthur. In another, a darker image: a dagger, silver and sharp, held by a hand he recognized too well, poised over a sleeping Uther.
The air in the cave did not breathe. It was still, heavy with the scent of ancient earth and the hum of power that had existed before the first king of Camelot drew breath. Merlin stood amidst the jagged glass, his own reflection shattered a thousand times over in the facets of the crystals.
"The birthplace of magic," Taliesin had called it. But to Merlin, it felt like a cage.
In one shard, he saw a birthday celebration—Morgana, radiant and smiling, accepting a gift from Arthur. In another, a darker image: a dagger, silver and sharp, held by a hand he recognized too well, poised over a sleeping Uther.
The air in the cave did not breathe. It was still, heavy with the scent of ancient earth and the hum of power that had existed before the first king of Camelot drew breath. Merlin stood amidst the jagged glass, his own reflection shattered a thousand times over in the facets of the crystals. [S3E5] The Crystal Cave
"The birthplace of magic," Taliesin had called it. But to Merlin, it felt like a cage. In one shard, he saw a birthday celebration—Morgana,