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        Merlin placed a gentle hand on Arthur's shoulder. His whispered voice seemed to echo around the walls of the watch tower.  "What's wrong lad?"

Merlin could see the worry on Arthur's face.  Arthur had been acting weird all morning and his eyes were dark from lack of sleep. Arthur took a deep breath and let out a long, slow sigh. He said nothing, but continued to stare out over the edge of the castle wall into the forest across the meadow.

      " I had the dream again," muttered Arthur, finally.  He turned to look at the gray-haired wizard that stood on the tower edge with him. Merlin's face was kind and full of concern. Arthur smiled weakly. He never understood why the old man loved him so much. Merlin had been like a father to him since Arthur had pulled the sword from the stone. Had it really been 20 years? Arther shuttered at the mystery of how Merlin looked younger than he did 20 years ago. It was a creepy odd thing that Merlin seemed to be aging backwards. That reminded Arthur of the dream.


       It was a bone chilling nightmare with a Black Cauldron and a mysterious, shadowy figure churning an eldritch boiling gas that overflowed the pot and crept through the creepy trees of the gloom filled forest.

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