Working on getting back into my writing with School and all.. Enjoy? Might be another part with more songs if enough people want it..

What's Up - Four Non Blondes

He couldn't help it somedays. He really couldn't. Coming this far, he had no idea..

Apparently.. Things weren't exactly known about what he was supposed to go on doing after Morgana's defeat. The legends around him had just stated he would be powerful, and he would defeat the evil ancient sorceress.. Morganians and Merlinians alike knew that. That was what the Prime Merlinian would do. End of story. Period.

Dave wished there was something else though. He didn't just want his story to end there.. Starting to feel like a cow raised for the state fair, then left purposeless afterwards, he couldn't help but let his mind dwell on this. Whether Balthazar himself knew or not how he felt was another question entirely. For the moment, the older sorcerer seemed perfectly content to teach Dave. Dave just hoped he wouldn't end up like that cow, butchered afterwards for a lack of any other purpose.

But.. If you've already acheived your purpose in life.. What was the point of trying to do anything else?

Maybe.. Dave mused, he could go on.. And forget the fact he was the Prime Merlinian. Of course, there would be no going back to a normal , mundane existance. But maybe he could go on and try being a normal, garden variety sorcerer. Try traveling to different locations.. Learning everything else there was to learn about the magical world.. It would be easy to lose himself in that, he thought. And if all else failed, there were still alot of Morganians that held animosity towards Merlinians. Its not like there were alot of sorcerers running around. They should be working to try and not kill each other every two seconds.. Maybe he could do some work trying to bridge some of those gaps.

When a guy's got nothing much more to do, you gotta do something, after all.

Song of the Century - Green Day

Balthazar had seen many years go by. He had seen the rise and fall of empires, the just rules and unjust rulings of kings and dictators. He'd seen mankind slowly evolve, medically, technologically, and mentally. He had watched generations come and go, rising and falling in turn like crops.

He'd seen many people die before their time, taken by war. He'd seen children, taken by hunger. He'd seen families, destroyed by bombs. He'd seen it all.. And he wished he could do something. How frustrating it was that Balthazar Blake, sorcerer of the 777th degree, could not even save a few people from time's harsh caresses.

But he had a job to do.

Its a kind of Magic - Queen

Life in itself was a form of magic. Dave was still new to this, but as the days went by, he felt things coming more and more easily to him.

Including, it appeared, philosophical thinking. Maybe that one just came with being a sorcerer.. Hopefully he wouldn't feel the need to wear clothes with stars and crescents on them as well as grow a big long white beard.

But as Dave Stutler watched a mother and her young daughter pass by on the street, the mother patiently and lovingly listening on the child's every word, as the girl continued to chatter on, a smile found its way worming onto the young man's face.

Life was a form of magic.. But so was love.. and innocence.

The Decision Tree (We're Alive) - Ayreon

Not very many things scared Balthazar Blake. However, a recently freed Horvath staring down the very young Prime Merlinian was one of them. He'd only known the boy for a few minutes, but already, he felt the need to spirit him away from the danger, to hide him away from this world until he was ready to face it on his own two feet.

But as he fought his one time friend, it became apparent his plans were going to have to change. The last thing he saw before the urn Sealed them in was the face of that he knew he'd have to find again.. ten years from now.

Ten years.. in the urn.. with Horvath.

This was not going to be the most pleasurable decade of his incredibly long life. Already he could tell that.

Within, the urn did not really seem so much a vase as it did a swirl of thought. There was no real concept of physical reality. He could feel the walls of the vase if he expanded his mind out far enough, and something crumpled up that Horvath had managed to snag.. Whatever it was, it wouldn't do him much good here. Balthazar could feel the animostiy and resentment radiating off of his former friend, and almost immediately, he was sending out similiar vibes in return.

And so began ten years of two bitter rivals insulting and trying to mentally damage each other in any ways possible.

And by the end of it.. Balthazar wasn't sure anymore who was the evil one.

They both had killed.. They both were loyal to their respective masters.. they both had known love.. They both had done acts they weren't proud of..

It was a scary thought.. One he had to live with for twelve years, that he himself might be just as bad if not worse than Maxim Horvath. While Horvath made no hiding of his moral status, letting it shine for the world to see.. he could go around and call himself 'the good guy' all he wanted. But what was worse? The honest evil man.. or the dishonest one who calls himself good?

And it wasn't until Balthazar was released from the urn he realized something.. That thought, that fear that he was just as bad was what Horvath had wanted from the beginning. It had made him doubt himself.. It had started to wear away at his very soul with guilt.

And that was when Balthazar made up his mind. He set his shoulders a little straighter, raised his head a little higher.

For a while, it may have been a thought to weaken him.. But now, it had the reverse affect. It had made him stronger, more determined. More than ever, Balthazar became determined to defeat that man.. and make sure he did not let the evil loose upon the world.

It was his purpose, his belief.

And he was ready to follow it.

Getting Away with Murder - Papa Roach

This.. this is what power felt like. Horvath twirled his cane around his fingers, face set as they approached the castle. The old man would be somewhere inside. They would kill him, they would take the book, perform The Rising, and then there would be more. More power.. And more power opened up more choices for a man, more ways to make the world to his liking. If you wanted to control your own destiny, you needed power. It simple as that. And Horvath did not want Fate or Destiny to be in control of what was his.. Morgana didn't even truely lead him. She took him by the hand, and helped steer him in the right direction.

Another guard fell with a flash of blue, his heart crushed inside his chest before he had a chance to raise the alarm, blood forming a trickle out the corner of his mouth before he slumped. Poor fools.. But this would be for a better world. It was just a pity they wouldn't be able to see it.

A sharp grin spread across his features, as the doors opened for them, they slipped in, a few servants hurrying about their late night tasks falling as they did. Closer examination in the morning would reveal rocks buried deeply in their skulls. Maxim Horvath was nothing if but an original man.

And on they went.

Step Up - Drowning Pool

He'd given them the chance to walk away.. But the Morganians gathered around him pressed their attack anyways.

And as much as he tried to avoid lethal spells.. There was nothing else that would keep them down. And he needed to escape. He had the Incantus tucked firmly under him arm along with the Grimhold, and needed to get out of here..

And the Morganians kept coming.

Things got shouted. Insults got shared.

Tender subjects got manipulated.

Balthazar became angry.. Angry at everything. If it hadn't been for damned Morgana, Horvath wouldn't have turned on them. Master Merlin would not have had to have been killed. Veronica would not be imprisoned with one of the most evil beings to walk Earth. He wouldn't be searching the world for the Prime Merlinian.. He wouldn't be away from his love.

With each thought that made its presence known, he became angier and angrier. Spells started hitting harder, light began flashing more brightly, bodies were thrown more violently.

A few minutes later, chest heaving, almost in tears, Balthazar looked at the body and carnage around him.

Then he walked away.