Author's Note:
Hi everyone!
I know, I'm currently writing two other stories, but I had the idea for this a few weeks ago and just couldn't resist. In fact, I have it mostly planned out and the end written for quite a while, so I decided to write the beginning... :D yes, I'm a little crazy.
Well, however, this story is gonna be split in two stories- the first called 'Destined Death' and the second 'One more Turn', like in a small series both have the first name 'Burning Tears'. I hope you understand what I mean :). This starts as a kind of alternative ending for S4E3, so there are spoilers until then...
I also only post the prologue for now, which is quite short. Just wanted to know what you think of it (PLEASE REVIEW! xD).
So, that should be everything (though I always forget to say something :D).
Warning: Before anyone nags me because I haven't said anything, this prologue is mainly made out of someone's last thought before he dies... don't know, just had the feeling I should warn you :). Though there won't be any character's death in 'Destined Death' (well, apart from those in S4E3- and as I know me various almost-deaths)...
Disclaimer: Merlin has never, doesn't and will never belong to me... although, well, hope dies last :).
Burning Tears
~Destined Death~
Why must we die. life is a lie. There is no choice Life has been past by my eyes No matter what you accomplish. It means nothing
Death is coming
For everyone. Under the sun. Slice life begun
Death's been growing
Inside of us. So ominous. Waiting to crush
The life in us
Struggle of life seems a waste of time
Death will soon be mine
Take my life away
When you are dead
Meaning of life does not exsist. Coincidence
That we are here
Death is the end of everything. No afterlife
Don't kid yourself
Eventually. Dead you will be for eternity
Destined to be dead
Destined to be dead by 8 Foot Sativa
Prologue
The blood soaked his clothing and dropped on the ground, turning the white snow deadly red.
At first he had tried to stop his wound from bleeding, but by now he had long given up to the numbness and tiredness. Why fight a battle that was already lost?
His breath escaped in a small sigh as he watched the blood drop on, turning his pale skin as white as the snow he lay on. His black hair, grown longer in the years abroad, formed an almost comical contrast to the innocent white around him.
Former innocent, given that now it was changed into an angry red. He hadn't known one could bleed so much.
The blood was invisible on his slightly to big black shirt and trousers, though the illusion of invincibility was destroyed by their wet and sticky consistence.
Red, black and white. The magical colours.
He couldn't even feel the pain anymore, it had died away what seemed like hours ago, making way to a warm numbness.
He stared up at the grey sky, watching the snow slide down silently to cover the last evidence of the fight. A flake landed on his forehead and melted slowly into a drop running across his face. More came, and it took a few moments for him to realize they were tears. How could one cry without feeling anything?
Another small sigh came over his lips.
Alone again. At least I will die as myself.
He had lost the charm, or taken it off- he couldn't recall anymore, it didn't matter. Nothing really did.
In fact, he felt better than in a long time. Despite the snow he was warm, numb, relaxed. In peace. He knew this wasn't a good sign at all, the numbness, the warmth and tiredness. Forebodes of death. But this too wasn't important. After his experience, death held no fear; not anymore.
The thought hit something in him and he turned his head painfully slowly to the large grey stone rising from the snow next to him. It was a masterpiece, formed and ground until the grey shone silvery. Must have cost a fortune, strange, after all that had happened.
Letters were chiseled in its smooth surface. His mind only formed the words with great difficulty.
'To Merlin of Camelot, the noblest under all noble.'
Gratitude to a known sorcerer. Strange to be dying on your own grave.
And he wasn't even a nobleman.
A small smile played across his lips, accompanied by a pang of guilt, hurt, regret and loss,
He had tried so hard. Tried to keep his secret, to be a friend, advisor and guard at once. Tried to forget, to believe Merlin of Camelot dead forever. Tried to start a new life, and then not be touched by his return.
He had tried to protect Arthur, over and over again.
And had failed in each and every of those tasks.
He had left Arthur down.
The smile became sadder, hopeless, a silent apologize for all the events in the past.
What would they think when they found his body? He couldn't really imagine.
Or maybe they wouldn't find him at all.
His breath escaped one last time, but no air came back in. It was over.
The smile didn't vanish as his vision blackened, memories flashing before his eyes.
When you die you see your life pass before your eyes, they say.
When had it all started?
Was it when Uther had died? At his arrival in Camelot or employment as Arthur's manservant?
When he was born?
Or even much much earlier, when the prophecy had been made?
No, he decided, it had all begun a few weeks before Uther's death, when the dragon finally told him the whole prophecy.
So, that's it :). I know, pretty short, but it's just a prologue... well, what do you think? Worth posting?
If you ever want to know what happened that Merlin got in this position, please REVIEW! (hm, that's kind of blackmail... whatever... :D your decision. Just know that reviews make me happy. So, please :)).