Hello everyone, this is Zoge Hetai coming to you again with yet another fanfiction. This is going to be my second fan fiction for Merlin. Those who've read my fanfictions before know that I am the last person to come to for a happy go lucky fanfiction, but you can teach this old dog some new tricks! Who knows, I just might surprise you guys. Now, without further ado, lets get started shall we?
As always, this is chapter 1 in Free Falling, you are now tuned in to the Merlin channel of Magic!
His arms burned, by the Gods, it ached tremendously, but he held on, fearing that he would let go of that precious person on the other end. Sweat beaded down his face and trickled off his nose. How long had they been there? Four, five hours? How he managed to hold on that long was a mystery to both, but it was appreciated to the heavens and back. Arthur adjusted his grip slightly as he felt his hand slip slightly from the sweat that was forming on his palms. He looked above himself, hoping to see the bright red colour of salvation, or maybe hear his knights nearby, but all that could be observed was the purplish orange sky and the chirping of the birds as they began to sing their goodbye for the day.
Arthur gazed at the dimming sky and marveled at what could possibly be the last time that e saw the sunset.
"Arthur?", Arthur looked away from the sky and turned his head to where Merlin dangled below him, his left arm useless as blood rolled off of it. A gash ran up and down the entirety of his upper arm.
"It'll be alright Merlin. I promise you, we'll get out of this." Merlin's hand tightened around Arthur's before loosening slightly. Arthur tightened his grip.
"Stop kidding yourself Arthur. The only way out is if I let go."
"Don't talk like that, we're getting out of this." Arthur felt Merlin's hand loosen even more, he tightened his grip even more.
"Merlin, what are you doing?" Merlin's hand slipped slightly in Arthur's grip. "Merlin, stop." Merlin only smile and looked up towards Arthur, tears were in his eyes as he smiled.
"Thank you. You've become a great king, just like I knew you would." His hand slipped farther.
"Merlin, you're talking crazy, just hold on, and the knights will get us. You'll be getting my breakfast and polishing my armor by tomorrow." Merlin smiled and chuckled slightly. " What's so funny?" Arthur asked.
"Nothing, just, you've always seemed to be able to make light of a situation, no matter how dire it was."
"I'm glad you've noticed one of my best qualities, now hold on, we still have an op…"
"Stop already!" Arthur looked down at Merlin, perplexed.
"What do y…"
"I mean, just stop, you know the situation, why postpone the inevitable?! It's cruel…"
"I'm not postponing anything Merlin, I'm waiting for the knights, they'll take noti…"
"When Arthur? When will they take notice? Huh? Two, maybe three days from now. I know your arms hurt, I could feel the quaking four hours ago, and don't you dare lie to me."
"so what am I supposed to do them aye!? What? Let the only person whom has ever been my friend, a true and loyal friend drop… from a cliff?!"
"If it means saving your life then yes Arthur! You let me go. I'm already injured, and will most likely not survive the trek home. So please, let me go." Merlin looked at him, sincere apology and despair filled his tired eyes. Arthur held his gaze, but looked away in shame.
In a whisper, he provided his answer. "You know I can't do that." Merlin sighed, and looked below himself, and saw the fog that covered the tree line below. He knew the drop, he knew he wasn't going to survive.
"Then let me help you." His voice was soft spoken, and covered with remorse and acceptance.
He let go.
Arthur felt the absence of his friends fingers immediately, and his hand tightened around Merlin's hand even more.
"No, no… Merlin, don't do this. We can get out of this, we can survive! Don't do this!" Tears formed in Arthur's eyes as he felt Merlin's fingertips touch his palm. He looked into Merlin's eyes, looking for regret, fear, but all he could find was acceptance and sorrow.
"Goodbye Arthur." His hand came free of Arthur's and he ws sent plummeting into the fog.
"No! No! Merlin, come back!...please…" The tears were set free as he watched Merlin fall and disappear into the white cushion that could only block his sight from seeing the terrible truth of what had become of his dearly beloved friend.
Above Him, he could hear the faint sounds of horses and the distinctive voice of Gwaine as he called out two names.
"Arthur!... Merlin!"