Arthur's POV:
I heard rustling in the forest ahead, and armed with a crossbow, I walked forward quietly. I stuck the crossbow out and fired, not wanting to reveal my identity to the person yet. I looked out from behind the tree, and saw Morgana, her hand covered in blood-her blood. The arrow was protruding from her abdomen, where I had shot her.
"Morgana!" Merlin cried, and ran towards her. She sank to the ground, and Merlin wrapped her in her arms.
"Merlin, you came." Morgana whispered.
"I promised I would." Merlin answered.
"Thank you, Merlin. I got to see you before-" Morgana cut off, shivering.
"Morgana, you're not going to die." Merlin said. He slowly eased the arrow out of her, wincing when she whimpered in pain. Merlin picked her up, carrying her deeper into the forest, acting as if he had forgotten that I was even there. I followed quietly, thankful that neither noticed that I was following. Merlin stopped in a clearing, and lay Morgana down in the middle. The clearing was beautiful, full of flowers, something Morgana would've loved. Merlin kneeled next to her, his hand a few inches above her stomach, completely flat. Merlin closed his eyes, whispered a few words, and then the wound on her stomach glowed brightly, and disappeared. I could barely believe it, my servant, my Merlin, was magic. Merlin collapsed next to Morgana, pale and still. I gasped, knowing that Merlin might be dead. He promised me that he'd be my servant until the day he died, but he was too young to die. And why would he die for Morgana? Did he love her? I slowly ventured into the clearing, afraid to find Merlin dead. I kneeled beside him, and for a moment, didn't look at him.
"Merlin." I whispered, placing my hand over his heart. I couldn't feel a heartbeat, but I could tell Morgana was alive. I pressed my eyelids together, feeling tears leaking out from under them. Merlin, the man I'd loved, the man who I wanted to hold, was gone, and he wasn't coming back. I slid the dagger that was in the sheath at my waist and held it in my hand. The blade was sharp; Merlin had made sure of that. How would he feel if he knew that the blade he had sharpened was going to be the cause of my death? I could almost see Merlin in front of me, telling me this was a bad idea. I lifted the dagger, and placed it against my heart. I took a deep breath, and pushed the dagger deep into my heart. I collapsed next to Merlin, and placed my hand on top of his. My vision started to grow blurry, and I heard Morgana's cry at waking up to a dead Merlin and me dying. My eyes drifted shut, and I didn't wake up.