I am in the middle of a battlefield. Everywhere I look there are dead bodies of soldiers of…Camelot? It can't be. What had happened? What did I get here?

I am not sure why but I walk slowly towards…I don't know. I just walk.

In distance, I hear someone crying. It's a woman. Her voice sounds familiar but I can't tell for sure who she is. I decide to walk towards her, since I don't know where I am heading to anyway.

I straggle on walking which makes me realize that I wasn't me. I mean I had done the ageing spell. When I get closer to the voice, I realize it belonged to Morgana. Why would she cry?

I try not to look around, to avoid the sight of all those dead people, people why I might have knew. As I walk closer to where Morgana's voice comes from, my gaze is captured by a familiar sword. It was Arthur's sword. The one that the Great Dragon had given power to, the one that was made specifically for Arthur. But why was it here? I myself had put it in a stone, so no one would ever be able to posses it. So how is it possible to be here?

"Emrys?" Morgana's voice makes me turn around. I am closer to her than I thought. When I look at here I gasp. Morgana is sitting down, holding someone in her arms. Holding Arthur. His stomach is covered with blood, which is still running. His eyes are closed and he doesn't seem to breathe. Is he dead? Did she kill him?

"What have you done?" I ask trying not to panic. I should knock her out and heal him.

"He is not dead yet." She mutters. She seems pretty upset about Arthur's situation which is really strange. "It's my fault, I know, but…We can still heal him. Together. Please help me Emrys!"

"Is that what you really wanted Morgana?" I hiss. I am not sure why I say that but my next move is to knock her out, which goes pretty well actually. Still not knowing why I drink the portion that is supposed to make me me again.

Quickly, I kneel down, taking Arthur into my arms. I cast my healing spell a couple of times but nothing happens. I am trying to be calm and focus, but the fact that Arthur is not responding at all doesn't help at all. "Come on, Arthur…" I whisper, trying again and again to heal him but without any result. I start to panic and trembling. Why isn't he healing? He can't die…I am not…I am not prepared for this….

"Merlin…" Arthur mumbles weakly and he opens his eyes.

"Arthur!" I sigh in relief. But soon I realize that he is still bleeding and that he's still wounded, not healed at all.

"You are here…" he whispers.

"Of course I am here. I told you that I am by your side. Always and forever." I say. I feel like I am not here. Like I am watching a dream and there is someone else that holds Arthur, not me. Like the one who dies isn't Arthur. But I do feel sadness, fear, despair…

"Thank you, my friend" Arthur says and makes a failed attempt to smile. But that effort was enough to make me burst into tears.

"You are gonna be ok." I promise, holding his hand with one hand and trying to heal him with the other one. I am using magic in front of Arthur, but I don't care. He doesn't seem to bother either.

"Not this time. You can't fix this." He says. It seems true but I am in denial.

"No, no, no! You are going to be ok. I am going to heal you. I am not gonna let you die." I speak really quickly, trying to stop myself from crying.

Arthur this time smiles faintly. "This time you should let me go."

"No…I can't…I don't want to!"

"But look what we've achieved together Merlin. We did build Albion. We were happy for a long time. Maybe everything was so perfect that had to come to an end. We couldn't possibly know, what would be the downfall of Camelot…and mine." He talks slowly and really low, his voice weak. I am trying to say something but I can't because I am crying. It's the first time I feel so helpless. So afraid. God, I don't want him to die. Not now, not ever. I just can't…

"Thank you for everything." Arthur adds, holding my hand a little bit tighter.

"Arthur, please…" I beg. I beg him to fight it. I beg him to live. He just looks at me, with his great blue eyes like he used to every time he was saying goodbye to me. But this one is different, because it is real. I look but at him, not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do. I look at him until he can't look back at me anymore. His eyes are still now, lifeless.

"No, no, no, no…God no!" I mumble, crying. This can't be true. It just can't.

I don't for how long I stay like that, with my eyes closed, still holding my best friend's hand, crying. It seems forever and I feel like I can't take it anymore.

"Merlin!" I hear someone calling my name. I ignore the voice. But it seems like it has some kind of power which drags me further and further from Arthur. I feel like I am flying away, watching everything from a distance.

"Merlin! Wake up!" I see Gaius's face being up to me. I realize that I am in my bed , in my room, but I don't feel any better. "Are you ok? You were having a nightmare."

A nightmare? No it was more than a nightmare. It was a premonition.

But it means that Arthur is alive. I can see him again. That lightens me up a bit.

I am going to stop this from happening. But I don't know anything that can help me. I don't know when that battle is going to be, where, who's gonna kill Arthur. All I know is that I can't lose Arthur. And I won't. Even if this is the last thing, I'll do.

I get up, trying to explain Gaius I am fine. I have to see Arthur, to make sure that he is ok. To warn him. To tell him the truth.

But as I walk towards Arthur's chambers, my nightmare, my premonition fades away and I can't stop it. No! I can't forget…I have to remember, I have to…

I am not sure why I am outside Arthur's chambers. I am feeling really sad, like something terrible had happen, but I don't know what. I feel like I had just lost something really important to me, but I can't recall what. Maybe I just had a bad dream. I guess, I'll never know.

I take a deep breath, trying to wash away my bad feelings and I rush into Arthur's room to wake him, as it is going to be a really busy day.