Arthur woke up covered in sweat, "Merlin?" He called out into the empty forest. He started to panic when yesterday's events seemed to be playing right in front of him. HE had to find him, to take back what he said, and to find out the burden that his friend seemed to hold night after night after night.
The morning was unusually cold Arthur shivered then thought of Merlin and how he only had his thin shirt that was caked with blood and his jacket. Worry filled Arthur as he took off blindly in the forest looking for any sign of the raven haired boy.
Merlin awoke again and the feeling of nervousness and nausea took him over in waves. He stood up and surveyed the unfamiliar camp, there were children sitting by a fire eating and some others starting the days chores.
"Emrys, you are safe here." HE heard a woman's voice in his head.
"Where am I?"
"Druid camp. We will protect you with our dying breath. Protect Albion."
"I can't stay." HE said as the panic built up in his mind that's the last thing he needed more blood on his hands.
"You must. You need to rest. TO heal."
"I can't. Albion is dead and I have failed." He whispered through tears that were now pouring through his eyes uncontrollably.
"The prophecy has not changed, great warlock. Even now the prince searches."
"I will repay you." HE replied out loud before running through the forest once again. His head pounded and his heart was broken. He sat down once again on the ground and pulled out his blade. His heart burned for all the magical anomalies like him that would be born in the future and how he couldn't save them. He brought the blade to his wrist but before he could slide it...he heard the familiar sound of wings flapping in the cold air.
"Merlin." A deep voice called within his head.
"I didn't summon you." He replied woodenly.