Merlin ran through the tree's, his breaths coming out in white puffs. The air was cold, snow covering the ground like a white blanket.
None of this effected Merlin though, not any more.
He barely felt the tree branches that brushed against him, threatening to cut him if he went too fast.
The wind picked up, causing Merlin to slow down to a jog but still he pushed on. It was as if nature was against him, trying to kill him, to claim his body.
Help? Merlin called, hoping that someone would hear him, Anybody.
No one replied, just the wind that was whistling in his ears.
He should have acted faster, none of this would have happened if he had saved them from that stupid enchantment. He wouldn't be out there alone, cold and scared. Gwen wouldn't be traumatised from what she had seen and the knights wouldn't have to live with what had happened.
Of course, there was also a chance that they never knew, that the enchantment had also wiped their memories somehow.
Please! Somebody help me! Merlin yelled again, the wind seeming to get stronger with every breath that he took.
The storm was strong, it had started as soon as he had escaped. It was like the earth was trying to capture him so he could be brought back but Merlin fought on. He would not help them.
Merlin cried out as he tripped over a root, falling face first into the snow.
Merlin hadn't eaten in days, he didn't have the strength to rise again. He tried of course, but his legs just gave out the minute he raised himself off the ground. He kept trying though, he was so close to escaping…
Kilgarrah! Please! He yelled, hoping that the dragon could hear him. He doubted it but, ever since it had happened he had been unable to contact him. Hell, he couldn't even use magic.
Merlin groaned in frustration as his legs gave out again, this time however, he didn't get up.
He was so tired, so weak. Even if he survived the storm he would be found anyway, then he would be killed or tortured.
His only regret was that he couldn't be there for those he loved, Arthur, Gwen, Gaius, His mother and even the knights would never see him again.
He remembered the first time he had met Gaius, how he had fallen almost to his death. He remembered saving him, over and over. He remembered the goblin, poisoning him. He remembered everything about him, every moment that they spent together. Every smile, every scowl, every eyebrow of doom.
His Mother would be heartbroken, losing her only son. When he had told her of Balinor's death she had locked herself in her room for a week. Her very small room anyway. He had gone to get fruit, do chores, the usual at Ealdor, until she got better.
He would miss Gwen, her smile, her kind words. She was his first friend in Camelot and one of his best. Gwen had guided him through thick and thin, shown him right from wrong. Hell, she was like a girl version of Gaius but kinder. Merlin knew she would be a good queen.
Merlin would miss the knights too, not as much as he normally would but he would still miss them. That stupid enchantment ruined their friendship but he would still miss them. They were like family too him no matter what.
Finally, he remembered the first time he met Arthur, calling him an ass in front of everyone just because he was picking on a servant. He remembered the arrogance that surrounded Arthur. It was like he relied on arrogance to survive, But Merlin changed that. He remembered Arthur's speeches, his compassion, his kindness, his friendship. He remembered watching as he gave his knights and his people hope. He remembered watching as Arthur became the man he was destined to be, not the arrogant prince. He was becoming the once and future king and Merlin was proud to be a part of his life.
With that though, Merlin let his pale blue eyes drift close. Surrendering himself to the Earth and wondering if that was the last time he would ever close his eyes.
Should I keep going with this story? From here there are about a million different ways to go. OMG I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL IN A MINUTE :O
Cya later guys!