This piece take place in the night where Merlin is stuck in bed cursed by Zeldris. Characters: Merlin, Meliodas.
Pain was flowing through her body, ripping her apart. The slightest movement was agony. Each breath seemed more difficult. She was feeling as if her magic was being pulled out of her, a part of her soul torn apart. And there was darkness. Growing stronger and stronger, crushing any once of resilience she had, devouring her consciousness meticulously. Merlin was battling against the curse to stay awake, but her body was failing her. She was cold, her teeth chattering despite the blanket wrapped around her.
The door opened. Panic got her. She did not want to be seen like that. Her life did not let place for weakness, if you're weak, then you might as well be dead. Arthur needed a great sorceress, not some pitiful witch that went down at the first complication. Arthur. She needed to find Arthur. Arthur needed help. Her thoughts lost themselves in an incoherent mess fueled by panic. She tried to get up, fighting against her painful body.
"Calm down. It's me." Said Meliodas. "I brought another blanket."
The second blanket was added on top of the first. If not for an additional weight Merlin did not feel any better, but the familiar voice reassured her, it always did. She was afraid he would not come back. I would not have been the first time that he left her alone to go see his princess. Elizabeth would always come first. She had accepted that centuries ago.
"I feel like dying."
"Is there anything else I can do ?" He looked at her concerned, not knowing where to put himself.
"Don't leave me. Please." she begged.
The tiny blond man sat quietly on the side of her bed, like he used too when she was younger. He removed the tissue from her head to refresh it a little. She started breathing more heavily. How long as it been since could spend time together without anyone else. It felt like centuries. It probably was centuries. She missed their drinking contest, their complicity, the simple fact to look at the other and know what he was thinking. It needed her to be in that state for the two of them to finally find time to talk. How pitiful. Meliodas must have though of the same thing because he started talking :
"Elizabeth wanted to talk of something. I'm worried. Worried that she might start to remember. That I wont have enough time."
Even after all these years, it was still rare for Meliodas to confess his feelings like that. She cherished each moment when he did.
"We will find a way to remove these curses. I promi-" she tried to reassure him
"TREE THOUSAND YEARS MERLIN !" he shouted. "We have been trying to remove these curses for tree thousand years !" He went quiet "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be screaming at you. It's just … It's too much. My father... Only he can remove that curse. Only the Demon King can… We're running out of time., and now we are lacking a fighter. I don't have many option left."
"It was dumb of me. I've made a mistake. I just, I just needed to see him. It was selfish of me." she was talking a deep inspiration after each phrase. Pain made her voice quiver.
"We all make mistake for the ones we love. Arthur is a capable young man, I'm sure he's doing fine, but he would be devastated if he were to see you in that state. I'll find a way to save Elizabeth, even if I have to give up everything, I'll save her. You need to get better. I know you can fight this curse Merlin." Meliodas assured.
She felt a sharp pain in her chest. Few tears ran down her cheeks. All she wished now was the pain to be gone, to be able to rest. Meliodas put a hand on her head, he told her something, but she couldn't understand. Darkness enrobed her. She did not stop fighting.