Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] to everyone, for helen

Merlin had entertained a small glimmer of hope that, when the right time came, all of his issues would suddenly disappear and he would emerge from the clouds, confident and knowing everything, showered in golden light and with choirs of angels singing high-praise for his divine being behind him. Quite a fantasy, eh? Who can blame him for being naive? 'cause all the dudes around him - those in old paintings, those in modern photo-shoots, those in novels and those in films - just had it all figured out (human references just to enhance the feeling of unworthiness Merlin felt). They did not look as if they had a single problem in their lives. They would know exactly, what to do and how to act, if a beautiful woman - all ripe and welcoming - sidled up to them and tried to seduce them. Compared to them he was a... a... him. Yup. Merlin could be a fine swearword for guys just like him. Anxious that they should please people, even at the cost of their dignity. If there was any to begin with. But that was a problem to deal with another day. 

"O... okay," he replied, looking straight ahead, as if one look directly at Erzulie would turn him into a stone.