[ WP ] The worst thing a wizard can do is sleep-talk .

Merlin came home from work exhausted. King Arthur had been considerably touchy today, insisting that his round table was not a perfect circumference. It was cumbersome enough to conjure the ratio of pi to the diameter, let alone have to hear Arthur's incoherent rants about Sir Bors the Younger turning up late to his meetings every week. 
 
 The tired wizard slumped into bed without the help of any sleeping potion, such was his state of fatigue. His dreams were muddled with visions of Lancelot and Arthur dueling over his mother's old slippers, for some odd reason. Too much time spent with those pesky knights. 
 
 Meanwhile, Merlin's apprentice, living in the bedroom beside his master's, was living a nightmare. Literally. 
 
 `` Art... Arty... Do n't do it, Arty...'', mumbled Merlin. `` Lance, be caref... be careful, Lance...''. Incomprehensible words also made an appearance in the wizard's rambling, giving it a touch of exoticness. `` Do n't... don... do n't make me do this, Arty...'' 
 
 Merlin's apprentice crept out of his room in an attempt to go wake his master. 
 
 `` *Sandalium... *'' The old wizard rolled over his bed violently, soaking it with sweat. `` I'm... Lance, I'm... I'm sorry... *roseus*... *magnum*...'' 
 
 And suddenly, many things happened at once. Merlin's apprentice fell to the floor as a loud bang echoed through the rickety three-story house. A ten foot slipper had broken the wall connecting his bedroom to Merlin's, complete with a bunny face motif and a pastel pink hue. 
 
 Merlin woke with a start. He looked around at the debris, his eyes unfocused, only to find the slipper at the foot of his bed, attempting to cuddle (??? ) him. A soft, raspberry smell emanated from it. 
 
 The old wizard's eyes opened with shock. `` Mama...'', he pleaded. `` Mama, do n't hurt me...'' 
 
 Merlin's apprentice could do nothing but stand, paralyzed with horror, as Merlin's freakish creation, a mother's slipper, a symbol of the motherly hearth, swallowed the only person who had recognised what it was. And then, it shrunk back to its regular size, leaving the house eerily silent. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

