Sam Whitehouse

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Raw, freezing magic detonated from her outstretched hand with the sound of a thousand thunderclaps

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Everything changed for Simon Falke the first time he fell through the fire

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As he hurtled through the air Simon saw the boiling emerald fire hit his protective spell and explode into sickly green sparks, inches from where Falamir was still crouched, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him

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Taking Morgana with it, the lightning arced back through the clouds; leaving behind nothing but the last echoing remains of her scream

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A flicker of someone else’s memory came to Simon and he picked up Excalibur from where he had dropped it. Carefully, he laid Excalibur on Arthur’s chest. A smile crossed the king’s pasty face as he closed his grazed hands around the sword’s hilt. The touch of something so familiar seemed to give Arthur cause to close his eyes and after a final, relieved breath left his lips, he died