Woah.
Really, woah.
The feedback has been...beautiful. *wipes tear away from eyes* I have never felt so good!
I really love Gwaine, so this short chapter is all about him. More references to the un-posted fanfics, but there you go. When they are posted, will you read them for me? Thanks :)
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Gwaine put on his brave, cocky face on, but his leg was on fire.
Gaius had run over, asking what he needed, so now, he was drinking alcohol heavily. He was not drunk.
He was too scared for Merlin.
The guy was the first one who had been Gwaine's real friend. Girls who fell prey to his flirting and men he got drunk with didn't truly count. But Merlin...he had accepted Gwaine for who he was. For the fact he was there.
Gwaine had a special place in his soul for Merlin.
When he had died, he had wondered where Merlin was. For years he had guessed his friend had magic, but had never said anything. When he had washed up on the shores of Avalon, he had been vaguely aware of watching beautiful golden stars dance in the dark. He had been weak, but a horse had gone to him, and he had felt familiar hands say goodbye, and he had watched the form collapse face down in the water, watched as the horse found Camelot.
He had guessed it was Merlin.
Who else?
He had been told, as he lay in his half-dead state, about how the king had risen from the dead, how the lords had bullied the queen about her positive views of magic, how when she had tried to bring it back, the edict had been burned...how Merlin was thought dead, about how when Arthur had sent for him, he had refused to come home, how the guards forced him in Camelot, how Arthur couldn't help his anger when Merlin tried to blow him back...how Merlin had been sent to the dungeons, how he had been happy to accept death, but then had been forced by Gwen to break out, how she had purposely made him angry, blowing the door off...how Arthur had been forced to see him face to face, how Merlin had been so dark and unforgiving...and then Gwaine had awoken, as they found Merlin's corpse, how the corpse had awoken, and then died in Camelot again...how the poisoned sword had caused so much strife...
How Merlin was always there. Always saving people, too damn loyal for his own good.
And now...
Gwaine had seen Merlin stumble to the tower. He watched in horror as two tiny black forms argued, one being blown back...and then...
The bell had rang. It's rings echoed the beating hearts of the citizens of Camelot. There had been a hesitation, a short hesitation. And then it had begun.
Colours, flashes of colours, explosions, erupting like a volcano.
The battle scared Gwaine.
:0 Poor Gwaine!
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