Wow...honestly! I expected one review tops (since I'm a new writer) but certainly not three in a few mere hours! Anyways, I've decided that for now this will be a collection of one-shots of the point of view of anybody that died in Merlins arms (or close enough that I decide to say they did). The next two chapters are already set in stone as well as the last one, but the rest is up to you! Yes you! You decide what character I write for!
On to the reason you are reading this!
I own nothing but my brain.
I never thought too much about dying. When I did, I liked to think I would be surrounded by a wife, several kids, grand kids, and my best friend Merlin. At least he's here. None of this would have happened if it weren't for that prat-prince Arthur. Thanks to him now I'm dying. I just hope he knows I didn't take that arrow for him for his benefit, I did it for Merlin. I did it so that Merlin wouldn't have to be punished for letting him die, and so he won't die for doing so.
He's crying now. Gods if I could I would punch that pampered clotpole in the throat for making him cry! Why'd he have to be such a target?! But, no. I don't have the strength left to do anything but die now. I don't fear death, I've seen enough of it. What I do fear is being forgotten by Merlin. Yes, I'm afraid Merlin will forget me. I can ask him, but all I want to do is close my eyes. So with one final staggered breath, I let my limbs drop and used the small wisp of strength I had left to close my eyes.
The last thing I felt was Merlin bury his face and weep into my blood stained chest.