A/N- HELLO! I originally wrote the draft of this in 2012 on a piece of paper in my Geography class, it is now 2017! I felt I needed to do this idea justice and re- do it, so I hope you all enjoy my very first Merlin fic. Thank you and enjoy. All characters belong to the BBC.
A caerulean back drop to the battle of Camelot was raised above a bloody Earth. Like any war, carnage was plenty, arrows flew overhead, the cries of men below. The young warlock stood, in his anxiety on the side lines inconspicuously protecting his king.
A beacon of hope, a king determined to win against malevolent, Arthur. Arthur repeatedly brought up his sword to cut through savages, aided in this battle by unspoken words of love and loyalty- his fortitude shone.
However, amongst this insurgency it seemed even powerful warlocks could be kissed by death.
His scream, the power of it, fate if you will, seized the attention of Arthur because love is blind and love is strong and that day Albion's beacon of hope lost that love. His warlock. Allowing a kingdoms win but a man's loss.
A/N- It's a short one- very short! Nevertheless I hope you guys liked it. I've recently found a lot of unfinished pieces of writing and thought I would re- work a few. I really do hope someone enjoyed this and please do let me know what you think, thank you.
-Sunshine and Tears.