Merlin belongs to the BBC.
Warning, contains dark Merlin
This is the sequel to my story Run, if you haven't read it go and read it. Also if you haven't seen past Arthurs coronation this might not make sense.
Why?
It's all you can think.
Why?
Dear God, why?
Please stop, this isn't you.
Why? Why are you, kind, dopy, you, doing this?
Why, must you do this?
Please, Merlin stop!
But you're not Merlin are you? No, no, Merlin would never do this. Merlin is far too kind to do something like this.
Why? Why must you have taken him?
Why, could I not protect him?
I am sworn to the crown, but I am his man, always his man and yet… I failed him.
Why must fate do this?
The King and many of his knights have fled before the wrath of this avenging avatar of Ares, but not me, I will not leave him again.
He's coming for me now. Fire his backdrop, screams his symphony and blood his path.
I open my arms and embrace him, tears clouding my vision.
"I'm so sorry merlin, I'm so sorry. Please, just, come home."
The last words I hear, the words which will haunt my soul for the rest of time, are whispered in my ear like the words of a broken child,
"Why don't I believe you Gawain?"
A.N. I can't decide who to write as next. Please give me your suggestions, they're most appreciated. Thank you.