A/N: Hello wonderful people. I have had this story running around my head for a while and thought I would share it with you! Enjoy!
Arwen4eva xxx
**Edit moment: For some strange reason, this first chapter was deleted so it has been re-written as close as possible to the original**
The boat sways upon the waves as it travels through the mist towards Avalon. It seems like it was mere minutes go that Merlin said goodbye to his friend, his King.
The body of Arthur Pendragon lays prone upon the small vessel. His pale skin a strong contrast to the darkened wood around him.
His eyes suddenly open.
Did he die?
He could swear by the Gods that he did.
The extreme pain in his side has completely disappeared. As if by... by magic.
Arthur sits up, his eyes squinting as he tries to maintain some bearings of his location. However, the thick mist swirls around his boots and dances around his body.
"Merlin?" His voice carries outwards but he hears no reply. "Merlin!"
...
A lone wizards sits upon the shores, staring out into the mist.
Two weeks he has been like this. Barely sleeping, barely eating. Guilt possesses his body.
'I let Arthur down. I let Gwen down. I let Camelot down.' he thinks, throwing a rock into the water in front of him.
He sent word to Gwen as quickly as he could but he has not set foot in the Citadel in fear of the disappointment he would see upon her features.
"Merlin?"
His head snaps up at the sound of his voice.
"Arthur?" he replies, then laughs at himself. "He is gone."
"Merlin!" The voice carries across the water and compels Merlin to stand.
'This cannot be real, surely...'
"Merlin, you idiot! Help me!"
A smile tugs at Merlin's lips and he cannot help himself.
"My dollophead is back."
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