Day 29

7 days til Christmas (AHHH)

It has come around so quickly.


Title: Guardian Angel

Characters: Merlin, Arthur

Paring: Merthur

Word Count: 361

Summary: Maybe Merlin was not always an immortal.


He was sure that this wasn't how it was meant to end. He looked up as the man pulled the sword from his chest and stuck it in again, probably to make sure Merlin would die. He collapsed. He could hear his breaths becoming more and more shallow, the blood pouring out of his chest. He thought that he heard Arthur shout his name as he felt his heart stop.

It was white. Everything he saw was white. He had no idea which way was left or right. He had no idea where he was. A woman approached him. She had a kind, young face. She told him not to be frighten. He took comfort in her words. She told him about everything that was spoken about him and how she was proud of everything that he had done.

Suddenly her face change and it was older, about the same age as his mother. She told him that something had gone wrong and that it wasn't going to be the end of him. That this point shouldn't be his death. There was so much more that he was meant to achieve.

The face changed again to an old crone. She told him the meaning behind Emrys but told him that he wasn't that man just yet. She told him of what he would have become but not now. She told him that he still had a destiny to complete and that he would still help Arthur build Albion. Merlin didn't have the chance to argue how he was going to do that.

He woke up on the forest floor. He wondered what he was doing there. As soon as he arrived in Camelot he knew that something wasn't right. Everyone ignored him. It wasn't until he reached Arthur's chambers that he reacted different.

Merlin had been brought back as Arthur's guardian angel and he was the only one that could see him. In that, he could still used his magic and helped Arthur to understand it. Well, he couldn't really kill someone that was already dead. It could be extremely handy.