End of Days
Prologue
~Fran Gipani
Disclaimer- So I obviously don't own Merlin no matter how much I'd love to and neither no I earn any money from this. This is just for funsies :)
Note from the Author- So I thought I'd try my hand at an 'Alternate Ending' fic for the Merlin Series Finale. My broken heart still aches for Merlin, and Collin and Bradley's acting completely drained me of tears; so this was originally meant to soothe my troubles. But somehow it turned into this (I don't know how) and I warn you that this will in NO way make you feel better about what happened in the series finale but I hope that you will read and enjoy anyway. This is just a short Prologue type thing to start with, we will get on with the real happenings in the next chapter. This will probably be about 4 or 5 chapters long. Review at will :)
~Fran xx
P.S. the title is subject to change but I will let you all know if I do before I do so. Also if you have any suggestions for one feel free to let me know! :)
Arthur could remember the first day he had met Merlin very clearly. The idiot had defended a servant that the prince had been bullying, then continued to insult Arthur, and challenge him before he even knew he was a prince. Arthur had hated him, but then the boy had saved his life, despite all Arthur had done to him. The reward? Being stuck as the prince's manservant, and if Arthur remembered correctly, neither of them had been completely pleased with the idea.
Though from that day forth Merlin had saved him in more ways than the literal sense of the word. Arthur grew to like him and even call him a friend. He grew fond of his servant's bubbly nature and clumsy coordination that often seemed to get him into trouble. Merlin was always late, he answered back, he told the arrogant prince what he really thought and Arthur, he liked him that way. Though he had never voiced it to Merlin, no matter what he didn't want his friend to change.
The two boys, now men, were like brothers. Merlin had been at Arthurs side in every battle, followed him on countless hunting trips and accompanied him on every quest. Merlin had saved the princes life countless times; Arthur had saved Merlin's just as many. They relied on each other, trusted each other, they were inseparable. Though Arthur had never said it, Merlin was the bravest man he'd ever known; and to Merlin, Arthur was the greatest man he had ever known, though Merlin reassured his friend of this on a weekly basis. Their strong bond was unspoken, but known to both. Everyone knew that to hurt one was to hurt the other; that if you wanted to hurt one you would have to go through the other first. They both knew what they meant to each other but they didn't need to say it. They just knew.
So when Merlin had set out, in perfect order and condition, his King's armour, cloak, swords and anything else that he would need for his journey to Camlan, Arthur was confused. Merlin had never been this organised before. Arthur knew his friend too well not to notice something was up, did he want money? Days off? Arthur enquired of his friend but only got simple no's in reply. He worked out what Merlin really wanted to say before the words had left his friends lips.
Merlin wouldn't be joining him on his journey to Camlan.
The truth hit Arthur like a tonne of bricks. Instantly, painfully and hard. He felt his face pale slightly, but not enough to match Merlin's, whose face was deathly white and clammy. To think that Merlin wasn't going to be there when he rode out to meet possibly his last battle. Well to be honest it was unthinkable. He turned his back not wanting Merlin to see the tears that had welled up in his eyes, threatening to break loose.
The man who had been there from the beginning wasn't going to be there to support him 'till the end.