Merlin slowly opened his eyes. It took a lot of strength of him, because his hooded eyes
were so heavy.What happened? He couldn't remember. All he felt was that his whole body
was on fire. It hurt everywhere. Especially his right arm and his chest.God, his chest. It
took so much effort to breath properly.
The ceiling of the room was spinning,as he looked up. Merlin thought he had to vomit, but
his stomach told him there was nothing left inside him. He closed his eyes again.Where
was he? Where was Arthur? And the knights?
Silence. Nothing there was nothing. Merlin reopened his eyes and recognised for the first
time the room. He was lying on his side with his bare back against a wall. On the other
side of the room was a big, wooden door. It seemed to be locked up with at least a dozen
of locks.So he had been kept locked up in a cell? Alone? Panic roused in him.Where
were the others? He glanced around and saw that nothing else was in here. No one else
was in here. He was alone.
Merlin breathed out as a stabbing pain went again trough his body. Ow, everything hurt.
He wanted to know what had happen to him? To the others?
It was very dark and as far as Merlin could recognise the cell had no window. He groaned
as he turned his body. He could feel the multiple bruises and cuts which decorated his
body, but the worst pain as he turned himself came from his right arm. What was wrong
with him? Had he broken the bone of his right arm? Or had someone else broken it,
because he couldn't move the limb an inch. He tried to lift his head to look up, but he let it
flop back as his chest demonstrated against the pain.
Anger and fear. That was all he felt at the moment. He couldn't work out where he was and
as far as he could tell he was kept alone in a cell. Obviously was he held captive by
someone unknown. Could anything be more worse? Yes, you could be dead, said a voice
in his head. It was right as long as he was alive, he could find a way to work things out.
He noticed that his shirt was missing and for the first time since he was awake he felt the
terrible cold, which was creeping through his body. He had to find out what had
happened? The last thing he could remember was that he and the knights were on a
hunting trip. There was nothing unusual about it.
Good, at least he could remember something but that was all. There was nothing else. He
sighed. The throbbing pain in his arm got worse. So with all his strength he manoeuvred
his body to the side. He felt mutilated. Nausea rose when he saw why his arm had hurt
that much. There were bandages around his elbow, a bloody stump were his whole right
arm should be. The big wound was bleeding freely and the bandages were loose. Merlin
wanted to vomit. His arm, his whole god damn arm was...gone. No that couldn't be. His
arm. Oh my god! He recognised that the flesh wound was cruelly cauterised, so he would
not bleed to death, but obviously it hadn't helped that much because blood was running
down his arm.
He was a cripple. His arm, it got amputated , how can he live with that. He was breathing
now very fast.What...How...no he cannot believe that! It had to be a dream. Oh my god...
And suddenly Merlin remembered everything. It came all back . He saw it, he saw him.
His arm was gone and now he remembered why. It was gone like Arthur. And that means forever.