Characters/Pairings: Merlin, Arthur, the knights
Rating/Warnings: K+
Universe: Canon
Word Count: 303
Notes: I am a Merlin whumper and I regret nothing.
Challenge: Write about something you would love to see happen in Series 5. Doesn't have to fall in line with the spoilers we already know about. Doesn't even have to be plausible. Hold the writing team hostage and do it your way.
The Saxons seemed to melt from the trees, outnumbering the small band of knights, a vast amount of weaponry spread amongst the rouges. There was a flurry of weapons and war cries, startled horses rearing and throwing off their owners, and soon blood was soaking into the earth, issuing from enemies and allies alike. The Knights of Camelot, those still on their horses, had an advantage and were able to take down a large amount of their enemies. Pained screams filtered throughout the woods, a select few sounding from the red-clad men.
"Sire, we must retreat!" Arthur turned his horse towards the familiar voice. A battered Leon stopped beside the king and surveyed the battle surging on around them, blocking off the frequent blows.
"You're right, we're greatly outnumbered," he yelled over the din, turning around to see even more men rush from the trees, then without hesitation he yelled "RETREAT!"
The three men who remained on their horses hefted the others behind them, using the speed to their advantage. Once sure that they were being followed no more, they slowed to a stop, studying the group. There wasn't one of them who didn't have some sort of wound, whether it was just a scratch or a deep gash, but they were all ok for the most part. Or so he thought. On further inspection, Arthur noticed one person was missing…
"Where's Merlin?" the king asked, looking around them all, praying that his servant had just dismounted.
"I-I thought he was on your horse…" Gwaine stammered.
Just then there was a shrill cry in the distance, dripping with pain, the voice horribly familiar. Arthur's head shot up, tears stinging his eyes as he called back through the trees, his voice cracking slightly.
"Merlin?"
An eerie silence fell throughout the forest, the last word spoken heavy in everyone's hearts.
'Arthur!'
