A/N: I honestly appreciate all the follows and favorites to this story. Especially since this is my first story and I am still learning how to do this. I appreciate all the advice and I hope that I am succeeding in taking it. Thank you for the reviews, also. You have no idea how happy it makes me that someone likes my story.
This chapter is unbeta'd so all mistakes are clearly mine, sorry for that.
I suppose I also do not own Merlin. Wish I did, but I don't.
Anyway, enjoy this chapter.
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Merlin laid awake in his bed, arms bent up so his hands were placed under his head.
The sky was dark, the moon being the only thing to light his small room. He slowly blinked his eyes, staring up at the ceiling as memories plagued his mind, memories that kept playing over and over again like a broken record. The evening with Gwaine at the tavern did nothing to ease the hurt.
The pain.
The longing.
His heart ached.
He felt like he had failed his kingdom and in a way, he kind of did. He should have fought harder, done more. But instead, he allowed his father to push him away, to make him leave his kingdom behind to fight a battle that was his to fight.
He was the one that Lord Terrison wanted. He was the one that was in the way of him getting the throne. He was the Crown Prince.
But instead he got to escaped.
He got to get away, no way of knowing how his kingdom was fairing.
That was what hurt the most.
For all he knew his kingdom was being ruled by that traitor. He should have went back to his kingdom once he woke up in Ealdor.
Maybe then Will would still be alive.
His mind shifted over to think of him. One of the most bravest knights he knew. One of the most greatest friends he could have ever asked for. His father will be crushed when he learns of his death. He was like another son to the King. Goddess knows he was treated like one.
Merlin missed him. Will gave his life to protect him. That guilt would forever eat at him. Ripping his heart into pieces. Forever.
The two would've killed for each other, die for each other.
And that was exactly what Will did.
Die.
Will died for him.
He died for his Prince. His friend. His brother.
That dreadful, cloudy day would always stay with him. That horrible moment when Will jumped in front of that damn sword. When Will took his last breath..
That would always be there. Always in his mind. Always in his dreams.
He would always remember the painful gasp that came out of Will's mouth. He would always remember the anger that overtook his mind. His magic lashing out. A quick jerk of his hand, a flash of gold in his normally blue eyes, the man flying across the field, his body twisting around the trunk of an old tree.
Dead.
He would always remember the way he held his dying friend, watching as he took slower, shorter breaths. He would always remember the way Will's body jerked, blood rapidly seeping from the wound, soaking the dirt beneath them.
He would always remember the day his brother died.
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"I some-how k-knew this would be how it ends." Will chuckled painfully, before a coughing fit had the boy shaking, blood dripping out the corner of his mouth.
"It doesn't have to end like this. I can try a spell. I can do something!" Merlin begged, moving to lay his friend down, his mind already trying to remember the different healing spells that he knew he was would be useless, after all, he was horrible at them.
"But it does, my friend. I'm dying, Merls. There is no saving me." Will grasped his arm, pulling weakly on it until Merlin gathered him up again, tighter, in his arms.
"You-You can't. I need you, Will. I need you. Please, please don't leave me. I already lost my kingdom, please don't make me lose you too." He begged again, tears falling from his eyes as he watched his friend fading away before his very eyes.
"You-You're going to be a great king one day." Once more he attempted a smile that instead ended up more of a grimace. "This will end and I am saddened that I will not be able to see it. But it will be okay, my Prince. I promise."
"Will, please. Please, I can't do this without you."
"You can. You will."
"Will, please"
"Til-Till we see each other again."
"No..no! Will!"
"WILL!"
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Somewhere on the other side of the castle, someone else was laying awake.
Arthur couldn't sleep. His mind reeling. He thought of his servant, but was he really just a servant? Could Arthur honestly think of Merlin as just his servant?
Merlin normally wasn't one to be depressed. He was the one to bring others out of depression. He was the one who was able to put a smile on anyone's face. Make them laugh when all they wanted to do was cry.
All Arthur wanted to do was help Merlin smile again. He missed it. He missed his friend.
He was his friend.
No. Friend didn't even cover it.
He was his brother.
He wanted nothing more then to help fix his brother.
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So, yeah.
Till next time, xoxo.