Okay, this was a dream that I dreamt last night and I really had to write it down (It's not every day you dream in another language about Merlin and Arthur) and after I woke up, Oh, don't forget the review! 'Cause that's what keep me writhing.
I realized that Arthur had changed side – that he was with the bad guys and that Merlin had stayed with the good ones.
Probably a bit strange, but I thought that you might like to read it anyway.
Wounded, Arthur crawled to seek shelter behind a great wall. With a moan he reached a shivering hand to his chest and he could still feel how the knight's sword pierced his body.
But then, a strange feeling fell over him and he crawled on his back, dragged himself over the dirty ground, towards a small window at the castle wall.
As he reached the broken glass, he could feel the absence of his former servant and he licked his lips before he tried to speak, not knowing if his voice would hold.
"Merlin?"
There was a moment of silence before he could hear a body move closer to him from the other side.
"Arthur?" The servant sounded like if he was in great pain and the former prince of Camelot quivered, biting his lips so that he wouldn't scream as he by mistake touched his wound.
"Where. have you. been?" He forced the words to leave his lips, feeling dizzier and dizzier as the time went. He knew that it should be the other way round, that Merlin should ask him where he'd been – after all; it was him, Arthur, that had left Camelot and his people, not Merlin.
"Around-", the answer came as a whisper.
"Well. I want you to. clean my. room. wash my. clothes. and mock my. stables." He joked with his breathing coming heavier and heavier as he kept loosing blood. "The armor. is already. Messed. up."
As he could hear the boy's chopped laughter, a vague smile took place upon the prince's lips.
Then; sounds of footsteps made Arthur turn his head, it took some time before he could focus and see the features of a young girl with long, red hair.
"Who are you talking to?" She asked, staring at him with a suspicious look in her eyes.
"Merlin", Arthur breathed as he tried to rise from the ground, using all the powers he could summon to get a grip of the ladder that rested towards the house wall. He vaguely noticed that the girl's brown clothes and belt were stained with blood.
"Merlin? But he's our enemy! You can't -" The girl cried with anger in her voice. Arthur shook his head as he tried to silent her, finally understanding that he shouldn't have left – that it was the biggest mistake in his entire life.
"No", he breathed; knowing that Merlin still listened to them where he lay on the cold ground, close to his death. "I was. wrong."
For a moment he could feel how the darkness took him; he lost his grip of the ladder and fell to the ground with a moan. The red haired girl hurried to his side as she saw the deathly wound on his chest, tears bursting up in her dark eyes.
"He was. My. Friend"
And with that, Arthur Pendragon's heart beat for the last time and he died with a vague smile upon his lips, knowing that his best friend soon would follow him to the great halls of his ancestors.