This is a very short story that came to me just before I went to bed so I wrote it. Hope that you like it.

Disclaimer: Merlin does not belong to me but the story that I wrote does

Merlin was staring up at the night sky while the knights burst out into raucous laughter. Apparently, Gwaine's story had been a good one. They had gone away on a hunting trip for a few days to escape the bustle of Camelot and everyone was enjoying themselves. Every evening when the sun had set, the knights would laugh and talk and drink ale around the campfire. Every evening Merlin would not join them. It had been three years to the day, since he had found his one true love and then had her die in his arms. He didn't think that the others had noticed that every year he became slightly detached from them for a couple of days and wasn't his old self, but they did. They didn't know why he was like this, but Merlin could be hard-pressed for answers so they didn't question him. Merlin didn't know that his friends were worried about him. He just missed her.

A shooting star flew towards the horizon as if the sky was grieving with him. Tears began to form in the corners of Merlin's eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut hoping that they would disappear. They did not. Rolling on his side and facing away from the camp, Merlin let his tears fall and soak into the ground. He didn't care about anything except Freya. He had made a promise to her and he had failed. Merlin had never forgiven himself for that.

More laughter echoed from across the clearing followed by cheers and the clanking of mugs. The knights were definitely enjoying themselves. Merlin wrapped the blanket he had brought a little tighter around himself, pushed his back against a large boulder and dried his tears before new ones appeared. A gentle but firm hand touched his shoulder and Merlin tensed.

"Don't worry mate. It's just me." Came Gwaine's voice. "Why aren't you joining us? It's great fun. We've all been telling embarrassing stories and voting which one was the best. I'm sure you'd have some, with all your clumsiness." Gwaine gave a small chuckle. "So far Percival and Leon are tied for first and everyone else is just playing for the fun of it. Who knew that those two could have gotten into so much trouble."

"I don't have any funny or embarrassing stories. Just sad ones." Merlin's voice quivered a bit as he spoke.

"Nonsense!" Said Gwaine as he attempted to pull Merlin up. "Everybody has made a fool of themselves at some point in their lives." Merlin turned his tear streaked face up at him.

"Please, Gwaine. Please." It was said with such pain and sadness that Gwaine instantly dropped the matter and began trying to comfort him.

"Merlin, what's wrong?" Nobody would have known that Gwaine had been drunk not five minutes before. He had sobered up instantly. "Merlin, please. Tell me what happened."

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"You are far from fine, mate!" He scoffed and sat down, leaning against the rock. Merlin sat up and the hugged the blanket tighter. Pulling off his cloak and draping it over the shivering Merlin, Gwaine gave his friend a hug. They both just sat there, lost in thought, watching the moon rise over the distant mountains and the stars as they flew overhead.

This story was originally supposed to be the beginning of another story but it didn't work. Thought that I should post it anyway.

If you really want me to continue then tell me but otherwise I think that this story is finished. As always review are appreciated.