Catergory: Gen (Canon AU)
Pairings/Characters: Merlin, Arthur
Ratings/Warning: T
Word Count: 334
Possible trigger warning for suicide/self-harm.
He walked quietly on the overgrown path, bloody feet treading carefully on sticks, weak legs barely holding up his body. The sword was shaking in his pale hand, his breath coming in uneven gasps, choked sobs forcing their way through. He was trembling all over at this point, using every ounce of strength within him to push forward through the dark trees. The leaves rustled quietly as he crashed through the bushes, collapsing on the shore of a glistening lake. The moonlight's sorrowful reflection rippled on its surface, looking down sadly at the shattered warlock. His broken sobs echoed through the clearing, but he refused to let exhaustion take over him. He had one task left. Worried brown eyes gazed at him from the depths of the water as he washed the blood away, grasping the hilt of the sword with clean hands.
Arthur walked carefully through the forest, following the trail of blood and broken sticks by the pale light of dawn. He hadn't meant anything he said, not really. He just needed to vent his feelings of betrayal, but by the time he had calmed down, Merlin was gone. The footprints lead through the shrubbery, behind which the prince knew he would find a lake, but he feared what else might be waiting there. Taking a deep breath, he stepped through the leaves, sword dropping to the ground with a dull thud. There, on the shore of the lake, lay the body of a mangled boy. Blood still poured from the various wounds on his body and his face remained damp with tears. Arthur grasped the letter beside him with trembling fingers, not prepared for what he was about to read. The shaking got worse as he read on, fighting to keep the tears in, but it only took two words. Two words and he was shaking the body of his friend, begging him to wake up. Screams like that of a wounded animal, lost and alone, filled the air.
Remember me.
He walked quietly on the overgrown path, bloody feet treading carefully on sticks, weak legs barely holding up his body. The sword was shaking in his pale hand, his breath coming in uneven gasps, choked sobs forcing their way through. He was trembling all over at this point, using every ounce of strength within him to push forward through the dark trees. The leaves rustled quietly as he crashed through the bushes, collapsing on the shore of a glistening lake. The moonlight's sorrowful reflection rippled on its surface, looking down sadly at the shattered warlock. His broken sobs echoed through the clearing, but he refused to let exhaustion take over him. He had one task left. Worried brown eyes gazed at him from the depths of the water as he washed the blood away, grasping the hilt of the sword with clean hands.
Arthur walked carefully through the forest, following the trail of blood and broken sticks by the pale light of dawn. He hadn't meant anything he said, not really. He just needed to vent his feelings of betrayal, but by the time he had calmed down, Merlin was gone. The footprints lead through the shrubbery, behind which the prince knew he would find a lake, but he feared what else might be waiting there. Taking a deep breath, he stepped through the leaves, sword dropping to the ground with a dull thud. There, on the shore of the lake, lay the body of a mangled boy. Blood still poured from the various wounds on his body and his face remained damp with tears. Arthur grasped the letter beside him with trembling fingers, not prepared for what he was about to read. The shaking got worse as he read on, fighting to keep the tears in, but it only took two words. Two words and he was shaking the body of his friend, begging him to wake up. Screams like that of a wounded animal, lost and alone, filled the air.
Remember me.
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