Trust

Merlin's cry was cut through his throat as the blade was stricken down upon his already mangled chest.

Arthur was cradling the man knowing his mistake- it was a mistake to kill Merlin.

But then all that occurred was the fall.

The fall of Camelot.

As Gaius turned and left forever. As Guinevere could no longer look upon him.

As the knights never trusted Arthur.

As he destroyed destiny.

As Merlin wasn't there to help, but also because those who should have been there too never even thought about 'Arthur' and 'trust' in the same phrase.

"A murderer is someone you don't trust" Gaius muttered.

"A murderer... that makes you the same as Uther," Morgana hissed.

"A murderer, makes you no longer naive to what mistake I made," Guinevere cried.

The second he brought down the blade his heart started breaking- and it would never stop since.

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