KILGHARRAH In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy. His name: Merlin. -- [EXT. KING’S PALACE, MAIN SQUARE – NIGHT] [People run through the square screaming, surrounded by burning rubble. Arthur and his knights run past with crossbows.] ARTHUR I know you're tired, but make one last effort for me! Every shot must count! -- [INT. KING’S PALACE, INFIRMARY – NIGHT] GWEN I don't think people can suffer a third night of this. GAIUS We must trust in Arthur. GWEN I do. But even he has little chance. MERLIN I'm sorry you're having to do this.