"Please, just hold me" I begged, yearning to feel the strong arms of my dear friend. I know I'm dying, but the idiot, the kind, innocent idiot, thinks he can save me. I know better. I am dying, nothing, not even his magic, can save me. Worst of all, I don't have the strength to be angry with him for keeping such a secret! I only have the strength to die, and fear. Yes, I fear my death. I fear that with it, my kingdom will fall, war will start, but worst of all, I fear my dear little brother will mourn. I so hate to see him sad. I can feel my death coming, like a fire slowly dying.
'Merlin,' I thought to him, 'care for Guinevere.' He nodded a slow response to the unspoken words. My last breath is near now, and it is everything I can do to manage one last small, sad smile just before I felt my strength leave me, and my soul pushed out with the end of my last breath. Take care dearest little brother. The last thing I heard was the sorrow filled screams of my manservant.
First fanfic! Will continue if I get asked to.