Hello. New story. Hope you like it. It is actually my first story. Just haven't had it typed up. Could you please review. Won't keep you.

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Running. Moving forward. That is all I know. I can't remember what I am running from or why. Just that I have to keep moving forward. I cannot stop, for if I do then they will find me. I don't know who they are, but I know that they will torture me or worse, kill me.

Pain radiates through my chest. My lungs constrict, making my breathing come fast. I draw in little air. As my vision blurs I see people coming towards me. My knees buckle and I fall to the ground in a heap. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes stands over me and gathers me in his arms. He is saying something but there is a ringing in my ears that drown out the words. My vision starts to go grey around the edges and before I conscious deserts me I say two words.

"Help. Me."

Arthur's POV.

Merlin is getting on my nerves. This morning he was late with breakfast, and then he didn't saddle the horse properly. What else could go wrong? We have been hunting and haven't found anything. Suddenly there is a noise. It sounds like something is trampling towards us. Signalling the men to get ready, we carefully walk towards the noise. As I prepare to shoot the arrow into a large overgrown bush a girl shoots out of it.

She is breathing heavily. As she sees us she starts to run faster, but collapses to the ground in a heap. I race over to her and cradle her in my arms. Before she goes limp in my arms she says two words that spur me into movement.

"Help. Me." She then goes limp.

I pick her up and realise that she is as light as a feather. Too light. I go to ask Merlin for my horse but find that it is already there. Looks like Merlin has finally done something right. Riding back to Camelot, I think what could have happened to the girl. She looked scared, as if something was after her. I look down at her and notice that she is covered in dirt and scratches. It seems that she has been through a hell of a lot of trouble. Entering through the gates I slow the horse to a trot. I go to get off but the girl starts to fall. Before she hits the ground Merlin catches her. Surprised I get off the horse and take the girl from Merlin, looking at him as if he has grown two heads. First the horse and now this. Shaking those thoughts off for now, we head towards Gaius' chambers.

Merlin races through the door shouting out to Gaius. I walk through the door and notice that the girl's breathing has become rather short and hard to hear. Her chest is barely moving at all and panic grips me.

"Gaius! Quickly, she needs help!" I shout out in desperation. Not knowing why but I feel as if I will be sad if she dies. I hardly even know her.

"Put her over here. Quickly now." I walk over and place her on Merlin's bed, just as Gaius has said. Gaius starts to check on her, trying to find out what's wrong.

"Help me turn her onto her back." Gaius gestures to us.

We turn her over and Gaius cuts the shirt off her back. As he peels off the shirt from her back, I gasp. There are whip marks decorating her back. No wonder Gaius had to peel the shirt away from her skin; her back is covered in blood. I glance at Gaius knowing that it is bad.

"Gaius? What is it? What's wrong?" Merlin asks.

"I fear that these might be infected and she has also lost a large amount of blood. She is also exhausted, she might not make it." He sighs. With those last words fear claws and me.

"I'll see what I can do. But you must leave. Both of you." We turn to leave when Gaius calls me. "And Arthur. You might want to get your father."