Merlin sat by the entrance of the Crystal Cave that was now blocked by rocks. He was trapped inside. His hands had been rushed by the falling rocks and were still trapped beneath them. He winced as pain seared through them and every muscle in his body ached.

This is all my fault. He thought mournfully. Arthur's going to die in 4 days time because of my mistakes. I was such an idiot to come out here alone when Camelot was on the verge of war.

Merlin could feel his energy and magic depleting and once he turned around he saw a small gold crystal was beginning to form. His eyes widened as realisation hit him. His magic was being sapped. The thought of that scared Merlin. He couldn't die here and now. Arthur needed him. He felt his strength decreasing; he prayed someone would hear. Help...me..please...Arthur...p...l..e.a..s...e. and then exhaustion took hold of him and he fell into oblivion.