Chapter 4: Breath Part II
A/N: To anthi35 who wanted me to leave some angst, don't read the follow-up :) It resolves things a bit but don't worry, I'll be posting more drabbles and some unapologetic angst. Also some humour will come up eventually. Thanks for all the reviews! They honestly motivate me so much you have no idea!
Arthur hadn't moved a muscle since he accepted Merlin's fate. He had stayed, clutching him in his arms and sobbing.
Words had stopped tumbling from his mouth and the only sound he could hear was his rattling breath. He could not believe that after everything. After every attempt on his life and every danger they've faced that this was it. This was the end of them. He closed his eyes and tucked his face into Merlin's shoulder. He was cold, too cold.
Arthur heard a loud sound, like a bird a thousand times too large flapping its wings. He looked up to find The Great Dragon –the one he slayed- resting in front of him.
"Away from the Warlock, Young King." It thundered. Arthur clutched him tighter.
"Never" He yelled, determination blazing in his eyes. A flash of gold, then he lost consciousness and fell away from Merlin.
Kilgarrah approached Merlin and healed him with his breath.
"He is Magic itself and must not die." He reasoned, and flew away