The word hung in the air. Absolute Being.
Morgana just stared, unable to form a coherent thought. Elizabeth's "convenient" seemed to echo.
Merlin watched them, the weight of his own admission settling in. To explain, he'd have to go back. To the beginning he'd only recently remembered.
"It wasn't a prophecy that brought me here," he said quietly, his gaze turning inward. "It was an accident. A really, really bad one."
Seventeen Years Ago, Somewhere in the Void
The ship was quiet. A soft, artificial hum was the only sound in the long, sleek corridors of the starliner Aethelstan. It was a vessel of explorers, scientists, and their families, traveling between colony worlds.
In the nursery sector, among rows of softly glowing stasis pods, one light changed from steady blue to a gentle, pulsing gold.
Inside pod 7-C, a baby opened his eyes.
But the consciousness behind those eyes was not an infant's.
