Drabble #1
A/N: What happened if after The Gates of Avalon, Arthur was left with a phobia and he couldn't figure out why?
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin
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Water
He stood up to his knees in the lake's water. The cool water was a refreshing change from the day's heat. That was why he was here, to swim. Yet, here he was, stood up to his knees and unable to move forward. Nothing hindered him, except... himself. He was, he was frightened!
He turned and strode to the shore. Ignoring the questioning glances from his manservant; he dried himself, dressed and mounted his horse. Turning his horse in the direction of home, he felt something burning deep inside himself... shame.