Word: Macabre

Character: Merlin, mention of Arthur

Word Count: 260

For a second, Merlin paused and took a deep breathe. The trauma of what he'd experienced still raw on his mind. Even now he couldn't believe his friend was no more. The man whom he had helped build up Camelot, the man who only a day ago had finally learned, and accepted exactly what Merlin was, suddenly the pain was too much. Raw grief overcame him, he had prepared Arthur on the boat, ready to send him onto Avalon, but an intense feeling had made him stop. He looked around the landscape, but all he could see was Arthur's face, as he bade him the final farewell.

It was all so unfair, every moment he had put into making their dreams come true, lay shattered around his feet. In this moment even the birds seemed to be mocking him, as he considered the macabre ending. How would he go on now, he wondered? How could anything seem the same again? Did he even have the strength to carry on? The questions seemed to crowd out any clear thoughts he had, as he attempted to contemplate his future.

He suspended all such thoughts, and concentrated on the task at hand. To send his precious friend to peace. As the boat drifted off he closed his eyes, and let his tears fall on the ground. In the sky he could hear a hawk calling sadly on the breeze. Merlin finally let Arthur go, and from no where a mist descended on the lake, and seized Merlin until he had entirely disappeared.