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Mine? Nope, not Merls, sadly.
In The Line Of Duty
Chapter 17
Gwaine started his journey back to the land of the living by first familiarizing himself with the vicious pounding of the jackhammer behind his eyelids. He shifted where he lay slumped against the wall with a groan and blinked his eyes against the bright dimness of the cell that was relatively more headache-inducing than the inside of his eyelids.
"Wha tha hell?" He gritted out, his accent more pronounced as he sat up tiredly and looked around. Lancelot and Percival stared back at him from their own slumped positions around the cell.
"Welcome back to the world of the waking, sleeping beauty." Lancelot whispered hoarsely with a cough.
"Where's Arthur? And Merlin?!" Gwaine shouted at him as it all came back to him, some creepy guy had come to take Arthur.
"We don't know. They were both gone when I woke up. That man must have knocked us all out." Percival replied evenly, his brows furrowed in a cute yet troubled manner.
"Seriously?! How could one old man have knocked us all out? And why would he take Merlin?"
"We don't know Gwaine. Just calm down for now and let's try to come up with a plan." Lancelot said with a placating gesture.
Gwaine had to get some answers, now. Then he had to find a way to get out of here, with all of them, of course.
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Merlin had been trying his best to see where he was stepping, not wanting to drop all that he was carrying, but the setting sun made it very hard. He had suddenly felt a cold waft of air right behind them and turned around.
He felt the movement of the forest slowing down, the swinging branches, flying leaves and swaying plants all stopping in an eerie sort of way. It felt as if time had slowed down and was coming to a stop, all in front of Merlin. Everything moved in an agonizingly slow speed. As Merlin watched, the cold seeping into his bones, an old-ancient-women appeared in front of him with a staff held in her right hand and clothed in a black woolen dress with a hood.
"Emrys, Emrys, Emrys." She whispered with pain-filled bloodshot blue eyes and all other noise was drowned out in the howling sound of the wind.