A/N: This story was much, much longer, until I realized I was practically just re-doing the whole episode...so I deleted somethings, and kept the things with the most Arwen, because that's what you guys are here for! But, then again, there still isn't as much Arwen as I would like, but...what are ya gonna do 'bout it?

Anywho!

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Arthur grabbed the remains of a fallen tree trying to get back on his feet. His energy was completely gone! He didn't even have enough to figure out why! The only thing that he was thinking about was to reach the castle, and to do that, he had to think about Guinevere. What she'd say to him—'You can do it Arthur! I believe in you!'—Gwen's voice played over, and over again in his head. It was the only thing that helped the—Before Arthur could stop himself, he fell into a huge vat of mud! He tried to grab one of the many tree parts, but, it only came into the mud with him. How badly did he just want to lie there and wait until he was dead—but he couldn't! He had to go on! 'You can do it Arthur! I believe in you!' Guinevere's voice played over, and over again in his head.

Arthur unsheathed his sword and used the length of it to grab a long, skinny, stable root. He grabbed hold of it and pulled his way out of the mud, and collapsed on the floor. Thank you Guinevere… He thought relieved.

When day came, Arthur pulled himself up, and trudged on. He had to do this, to be a man worthy of his father's thrown…for his future kingdom…and for his Guinevere. On, and on he went, thinking of only, his love, his kingdom and his destination—There it is! He thought happily as he saw the tall, old, skinny castle. Not much further to go…for Guinevere! What the hell are those?! Arthur thought as he saw the large, flying, lizard like things. The beasts swooped down, clawing and screaming at Arthur, Arthur used the little strength he had, to try to hit them, but only succeeded a few times. So he ran, towards the castle the beasts on his tail. He got to the courtyard, and quickly closed the iron gate, gained his breathe and tore up the stairs inside the castle, he finally came to a room, and barricaded the door, but wood is no match for a talon is it?

Weak, and tired, Arthur moved himself to the far end of the room, and practically collapsed on the floor, but kept his sword facing the door. I'm sorry father…I'm sorry Guinevere…for failing you…I guess I wasn't meant to be the king of Camelot after all…

"Arthur…Arthur…wake up!" A melodic voice said. Arthur bolted upright to see—

"Guinevere! You're here…where are we?" he asked looking around the place where he sat with Guinevere who was dressed in elaborate clothes that would make Morgana scorn.

"Don't you know silly? It's the Pool of Eden!" Guinevere said with a small giggle. She stood and helped Arthur onto his feet.

"What am I doing here? Am I dead?"

"No, but you were close to death…you have a guardian angel Arthur," Gwen said touching Arthur's armor clad shoulder.

"Is it you?"

"No, but it is someone that you know, and are very close to,"

"Who is it?"

"Only time will tell, goodbye Arthur," Gwen stood on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. "I'll see you again," and she walked towards the bank, and into the water.

"Guinevere! What are you doing?"

"Wake up Arthur!" Arthur fluttered his eyes open—Merlin?!

"What the hell are you doing here?!"