The handrail was slick. His fingers kept slipping due to the wet. Arthur didn't know if he would be able to heave himself over the rail and to the safety of the balcony it lined. At one point, as he heaved and attempted to pull his body upwards, one hand slid off the rail, thus the King was holding on by one hand.

When he heard the desperate screams of his friend, a new sense of determination flared in his chest. He would get to safety. He would get to Merlin. There was no question about it – end of story. With determination, he set just jaw and hardened his gaze. With a grunt, Arthur pushed himself up and over the handrail. Sliding over the edge, he sat down on the ground and leaned his head against stone. Arthur closed his eyes and took in a few deep breaths. Another cry filled the air. It made Arthur jump up. "I'm coming," he declared as he ran through the bedroom and back into the hall.

Racing through the ruined castle, he only stopped when he reached a broken greenhouse. Arthur could tell Merlin was close – the wails were more pronounced and the King could even make out a few words. "No…won't," Merlin rasped between screaming.

"Where are you," Arthur shouted. No one answered him. He didn't expect them too. Hearing a clatter, Arthur turned. The King's eyes widen. "Not again."

Surrounding him were a half a dozen skeleton knights. These six dead soldiers were ready to fight him. It was just like last time, except Arthur had no back up – there were no other knights to help him. As one of the skeletons swung at him, he blocked the move and then jabbed forwards. It became caught in his ribcage and so he pulled it upwards and outwards. A rib fell to the ground. Yanking the blade out of the skeleton, the blonde-haired King whirled around and sliced through another skeleton. He cut it in half, but the upper part continued to try to fight him. It cut at his ankles and actually went through his boot. Arthur cried out as he felt the blood well in his boots, which he paid no heed. He felt lucky that his foot was still attached to the rest of his body.

Sprinting forward, he fought them. Arthur knew he'd not win this fight. If it was like last time, they would not stop until he was death. Therefore, the King hoped to get out of the greenhouse alive – at least that was his plan. Once in the safety of the rest of the ruins, he would bar them in (somehow) and then continue to search for his obviously hurt and scared manservant. Near the door, a skeleton got in front of him. It marched forward, holding the sword in both boney hands, swinging the blade.

Arthur ducked as the knife nearly hit him in the side. He jumped up and swung at the skeleton. It also ducked. The King was not prepared for that move and his sword continued cutting through the air until it hit a wooden object. Arthur sliced through the thing, which he realized was a staff of some sort. Feeling a sword against his back, the King yelped with pain and trained knight turned. There was the skeleton, at least one of them.

It swung at Arthur again, but the King blocked the move with a swift, albeit slightly stiff, swipe of the blade. He cut it in two. In front of his wide eyes, the thing crumbled to the ground as if the bones were from a body that had died long ago. "Wow…cool," said Arthur with a satisfied nod.

Another of the skeletons charged at Arthur. He was prepared. Swinging his majestic sword, Excalibur, back, the King brought it forward and decapitated this skeleton. The bones fell into a heap at his feet.

"Not very bright things, are they," muttered Arthur as he glanced at the sky. Who he spoke to, Arthur didn't know. He just felt like talking. Two more of the skeleton army men headed straight for him. He was ready. One of them, Arthur kicked in the knee while he sliced through another's hips. Again, these skeletons fell into a pile in front of him.

There were only three left. As Arthur went to fight the two full skeletons, he stepped on the half-skeleton soldier. His foot sunk through the bone with a satisfied crunch. Shaking off the skull from his foot, he lost his balance and collided with a pillar that used to hold up part of the greenhouse. It didn't anymore and Arthur found himself falling to the ground as he clung for deer life to the pole. After a second or two, it landed on top of the remaining skeleton warriors. During the descent, he'd closed his eyes and so once the dust had cleared, he slowly opened them again as he let go of the pillar and stood.

Arthur examined the mess before him and then he left the greenhouse. "Arthur - six… skeletons – zero. The good guy wins again," muttered Arthur as he strolled slowly along. He hastened when he heard another scream from Merlin. This time, Arthur was sure he heard the young man scream, "Help me!"

"I'm coming, Merlin. Just hold on a little more. Please, hold on," cried Arthur as he ran to the other end of the castle. He didn't know where he was going, but he figured this place would lead him to the place. Arthur kept trying the knobs of the doors that lined the hallway, but every singles one of them was locked. Even though he hadn't had luck finding an open door, Arthur did not give up. He wasn't about to leave this place without Merlin.

Halting at the end of the hall, he stared at the double doors that faced him. He pulled the handles and miraculously, the door opened. "You," said Arthur as he stared at the figure in front of him.