Merlin laid Freya down on the soft sand. She stared up at him with her beautiful eyes. He couldn't let her die. "I am so sorry for what that sorcerer did to you."
"Merlin, you have nothing to be sorry for." Why wouldn't she take his damn apology? He couldn't let this happen.
"There must be something I can do, someway to save you." He would try anything. Even if he had to die, he would do it for Freya to live. He had to save her.
"You've already saved me. You made me feel loved." She smiled at him, with her soft lips that Merlin kissed.
"I don't want you to go." Merlin's voice broke as realization hit in. She would never come back.
"One day, Merlin, I will repay you. I promise." Her eyes started to close and Merlin held her cheek.
"Freya." Merlin shook her. "Freya!" He cried and hugged her body to him, crying and screaming.
He conjured a boat and gathered grass and laid it down on the boat. Then he arranged roses around it and laid Freya down. She looked beautiful laying there; like a fallen princess. He pushed the boat out and watched as it drifted out to the middle of the lake.
He raised his hand and his eyes flashed gold. The boat burst in flames and the tears Merlin held in began to trickle down his cheeks. He turned and then looked back once more to his princess. You really don't realize how special you are, do you? He started crying and he couldn't stop. All he thought about was Freya.
I want that more than anything. Where will we go?
Somewhere with mountains.
A few fields.
Wildflowers.
A couple of cows.
And a lake.
And a lake.
Yes, Freya would like this. She had her mountains, her fields, her wildflowers, and her lake. Merlin hoped she would be happy there. He wiped his tears and walked away from his Freya. The smoke blew up to the sky as Merlin headed back home, back to Camelot.