They hear the bells ringing loudly behind them. Merlin's heart is racing as he looks behind him and sees the lights of the torches heading their way. "Come on Freya, we have to go faster!" He yells. Freya, exhausted and stumbling, scrambles to keep up with Merlin. They look back as they hear shouting. The men are getting closer. As Freya turns back around, her foot hits a rock and she trips, falling hard. She cries out as she feels a sharp branch stab her leg. Merlin quickly turns around. "Freya!" He puts her arm around his neck and pulls her up, holding her close as he continues to run. Merlin looks back and sees the lights become larger as Uther's men get closer. Next thing he knows, he's on his stomach feeling a trickle of blood run down the side of his head. He looks over at Freya, who is screaming in pain. Merlin quickly rises and scrambles over to Freya, swaying dizzily and holding onto a tree as he lowers himself down to get Freya. As he goes to pick her up, she yells in agony. That's when he sees it. In Freya's side, is a smooth wooden arrow. "No," He whispers to himself. He looks back and sees men approaching. Quickly, he drags Freya behind a tree and pulls a fallen branch up to them to hide them. She looks up at him, her eyes wet with tears. "Merlin." She whispers shallowly, putting her hand up to his face. He shakes his head no, tears falling from his face. "Go. You have to get yourself out," she says. He shakes his head no as she closes her eyes. "No, Freya, wake up! You have to wake up. Stay with me." She struggles to keep her eyes open as he picks her up and starts to run. He knows only one place that can heal one of their own.
He lays Freya down on the rocky beach as he looks out onto the lake. "Please! I need your help! She's hurt and if you don't heal her, she will die." A tear falls down his cheek as he whispers, "Please..." Then, a tall man rises from the water. He wore a white cloak and his hair was a light golden. In his hand was a small sphere that had blue and white colors rolling inside as if they were were wind intertwining. As he walks towards the surface, he looked upon Merlin with eyes of kindness and slowly nodded once, as if to show a high respect. The man reached Freya and knelt, observing her injuries. Merlin spoke softly, "Is there anything you can do to save her?" The man looked up at Merlin. "Her injuries are severe, but not so to where a druid could not heal her." Merlin sighed in relief. The man took the sphere in both hands, gently chanting in a druid language. The colors started to glow and rise from the ball. They floated towards Freya's injuries. When they reached them, the wounds began to close and heal. Freya's eyes began to flutter and then slowly open. "Merlin!" She exclaimed. He embraced her tightly. "Thank you so..." Merlin began as he looked up to the man, but when he did, the man was gone.
Merlin and Freya started off toward their new life together. Walking hand in hand in the forest. The birds chirping, and the sun shining warmly through the leaves. Merlin kneeled and picked a flower. He stood up, turning to Freya. She smiled as he placed the flower in her hair. "There, purple suits you." He looked at her beautiful face, and placed his hand behind her neck, gently pulling her head toward him. He softly placed a kiss on her lips, holding it their for a moment. Neither one of them wanted to end the kiss. The moment was so perfect. Merlin slowly pulled back smiling. She smiled too."What?" She asked, laughing. He smiled and reached into his bag. He looked back up at Freya and got down on one knee. She gasped and put her hand to her mouth in surprise. He laughed and said, "Freya, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. When I am around you, I can finally be myself. You are the one person I want to spend the rest of my life with. So, Freya, will you marry me and spend the rest of your life with me?"