A/N I know I should be updating my other story, but this just came to me... I had to get it down... :) I have a writers block for my other story Angels in Camelot, but I will update it soon. I also know this chapter is short but i want to see if there is any interest... :) please review :)
Merlin sat with the knights, watching as they laughed and joked. He longed to join them, to be free of his guilt and pain. But al he could think about was those that he had killed, or had died due to his decisions. How could he sit here and laugh whilst their families mourned.
Normally Merlin would use the good deeds he had done outweigh the bad, but today was different. It was 5 years today the his only love had been killed by his best, and closest, friend. He didn't blame Arthur really, he knew he should, but he couldn't bring himself to. Even after all of this time the pain still burned. It was almost reflective of the scar on his chest. But this pain had no mark. No scar to be seen. Just an indescribable burn, invisible to his fellows.
Each scar was a reminder to Merlin. A reminder of pain that was inflicted. They started small and could be mistaken as accidents of the clumsy manservant, that was displayed to all. But gradually they got larger, and wouldn't look out if place on a warrior. A large burn across his chest a reminder of how he cheated death. The sting of the serket the tore from his hip to just below his shoulder-blade, with dark tendrils spiraling across his pale back, remenants of the deadly poison.
But Freya, Merlin had no mark to bear for her. No reminders. Apart from the tiny scars he had received from Hailig. He had memorised them all. They were the little he had to show for his protection of Freya. How little it meant. He had failed. Failed her. But however much he had wanted to bring her back the cost would be a high one.
Merlin was so lost thought that he didn't notice the noises coming from in the woods. Didn't notice until the hilt of a sword was forcefully rammed into the back of his head rendering him unconscious. Before succumbing to the darkness he let a small cry. Hoping to be heard by his friends.
Friends. Those who he had guarded and protected. Losing so much for.
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