Chapter 3

Gwaine lay on his back looking at the stars. He hadn't dared get up, for when he had woken the world had been spinning.

"I'd love to know what was happening." Murmured Gwaine to himself. After a while he pulled himself up and looked around. He was still very much alone. That was for certain. Gwaine shrugged and hummed a merry little tune to keep his spirits up as he wandered in a random direction hoping it would take him somewhere. Hopefully a tavern.

After what seemed hours of walking, Gwaine came across an apple tree. Don't mind if I do! He thought happily and began to climb the old beaten tree. Plucking the juiciest fruit the knight could reach; Gwaine sat on a branch and enjoying his snack. He then heard voices beneath him, his heart skipped a beat and pounded rapidly in his chest. As long as they didn't see him he would be ok. Gwaine watched the thugs march along the path warily, the last thing he wanted was to come face to face with them. Finally the knight came down from the tree and continued walking in the opposite direction to the thugs.

It was too long until the knight could hear voices again. This time they made him feel relieved as he raced to greet his friends.

"Hey guys did you miss me?" Cried Gwaine happily. The laughter stopped as they turned to face Gwaine.

"What?" Chuckled Gwaine nervously as they glared at him.

Arthur approached him, eyes dark, face like thunder.

"What's wrong Princess? Did Merlin forget your safety blanket!" Teased Gwaine, punching Arthur in the arm playfully.

"What are you doing here you stupid old drunk?" Growled Arthur.

Gwaine's smile faded. "What?" He cried in confusion. Then he laughed again as it seemed to click "Very funny guys! Who's idea was it then. Percival's?"

The rest of the group stood up except Merlin.

"Get out of here before things get ugly. You're nothing but a waste of space! Go bother someone else" Cried the rest of the knights. Gwaine turned to Merlin, hoping his friend would stand up for him. Merlin looked at him sadly and turn back to look at the fire. Arthur drew his sword ready to run Gwaine through. Gwaine left without any hesitation.

Gwaine sat by a small stream trying to work out what he'd done wrong. He heard someone approach him from behind.

"Merlin what's going on?" he questioned getting to his feet approaching the man. Merlin took a wary step back. Gwaine shook his head in confusion

"What do I smell or something?" joked Gwaine. Merlin gave a small smile, but it soon disappeared and replied,

"You don't remember?"

Gwaine shook his head.

Merlin sighed,

"You got drunk, and you got into an argument with Arthur. In your drunken fury you... you..." Stuttered Merlin as if he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"What? I did what?" Pushed Gwaine gently.

"You killed Guinevere and their unborn child!" Merlin broke into a sob covering his mouth with his sleeve, tears stinging his eyes.

Gwaine shook his head. "No! I wouldn't have ever done such a thing!"

Merlin shook his head, "No. You wouldn't of. You're strong Gwaine. Fight this. It isn't real." Gwaine nodded at Merlin.

"I KNOW IT'S YOU SORCERER, MESSING WITH MY HEAD! LET ME GO!" Yelled Gwaine. The world around him faded into darkness...