Me: Okay so I made a Drabble for Merlin, and I thought thought you guys wanted to hear it? Evil Me: They don't want to hear it. Me: Who cares what you say! Anyways, this is dedicated to Nicolive because I want to dedicate it to somebody. Evil Me: We do not own anything. ... He couldn't do it anymore. The fake happiness and cheerfulness he played so well. His own kind were dying, his own family. They were being hunted down and persecuted for who they were. Yet he had to sit and watch as their suffering was inevitable. So he ran. With the branches scratching at his heels, he stopped. Why'd he have to see their suffering? The pain in their eyes before the axe fell? Hear their screams as the fire consumed them? Destiny really did hate him. Worst of all, Arthur didn't even notice his servants pain. The mental torment he was going through was worse then death. So why didn't he notice? Maybe he was a better actor then he thought. Always playing the happy idiot who was oblivious to life. Oh how he wished he was that innocent. He wasn't the awkward teenager who didn't give two shits about life. That him is gone. The one that remains is a twisted form of who he used to be. His should darkened at the hardships he went through. Why didn't anyone notice the strings in his back? The fact that he was a puppet for fate? That whatever he did was for the good of the kingdom? They don't understand! Why can't they understand? Pulling his hand up to his face, Merlin felt the wet tears that resided there. Without even thinking, he dropped to his knees and wept even harder. Why did this have to be him? He could have never left Ealdor. Then Will wouldn't be dead, his mother wouldn't have lost her innocent son, so many people would be still alive. What about Arthur? The Prat would have gotten himself killed already, Utter might still be alive and killing the innocents, Gwen wouldn't be Queen, and who knows what would have happened to Morgana! Getting up from his spot on the ground, Merlin wiped his tears from his face. He had to go back and protect his king. No matter the mental torture he would go through, he had to go back. He was, after all, Fate's puppet ... Me: How'd y'all like it? Evil Me: They hates it. I want fried chicken, do we have any fried chicken? Me: No, we don't. Anyways we love to hear from you! Evil Me: I WANT FRIED CHICKEN. GET ME SOME! Me: NEVA!