Apparently, hunting trips never end well.
We of the Round Table agree this was the worst by far.
The sound echo's through my head, years after it happened.
A scream. Full of desperation, fear. It sounded everything and nothing like the man that changed our lives.
I don't remember much of those hours, but what I do remember is almost too much to bear.
Searching, and finding nothing. Yelling, hoping for an answer.
Finding Merlin's jacket and neckerchief, neatly laid on a rock, soaked in blood and seeming to bleed.
Arthur's reaction. Lancelot's. Percival's. Elyan's. Leon's. Most of all, mine.
A/N: The chapters are going to vary in length, and some might seem a bit graphic. The next one, for example.