I'm falling asleep while posting this omg I need to sleep (but it's not even midnight yet so I'm listening to Melanie Martinez instead).

I'm back with chapter 2 guys! :D Thank you so much for the feedback on the 1st chapter! Especially the guests like Clipsy and Equine 14, I can't thank you in PMs, so thanks for your kind reviews! *hands a cookie* :D

for Equine 14: Well, Merlin is about 1500 years old, but he looks young in this story :)

I hope you'll like this chapter, I found out that writing one chapter takes me about 4 to 5 days, and right now I'm finishing chapter 6! Also, I'm introducing my OC in this chapter! I hope you'll like her too! ;)

CHAPTER 2
The Saviour

Agatha Black was a writer. At least that's what she liked to call herself. She's written two books, but never went through the publishing process, she just wasn't confident enough to actually do it.

She was visiting a friend in Glastonbury – a new friend. The first friend she'd made ever since she dropped out of university a year ago and moved to Bristol. She found a job in a restaurant as a waitress and it barely covered the rent. But once she had enough money, she went to visit Glastonbury for the first time. She wanted to see the king Arthur's tomb ever since she was 14 and saw a document about him on History Channel.

And that's where she met her – the new friend. She was just returning home from her friend's house when she paused next to her car and saw the beautiful sunset. She loved sunsets.

She couldn't help herself when she locked the car again and climbed up a little hill so she could look at the setting sun better. When she was finally on the top, she gasped – it looked as if the angels painted the sky that evening.

There was a lake in front of her, behind another little hill and a road and a lonely house to her left. In the middle of the lake – it was called Glastonbury lake, at least she thought so – was a little hill, something like an island. And on top of that was the famous Glastonbury Tor. It looked like a tower from where she was standing. She hasn't been there yet, but she heard people say that it used to be taller. Centuries ago. Or maybe she saw that on TV too.

She loved places like the Tor – especially the Glastonbury Abbey ruins. When she first went there, she was overwhelmed by it. She looked at the pieces of walls and imagined the people that lived there and walked through the halls and doors hundreds of years ago. She often got inspired by places like that – that's why she kept her notepad with her all the time.

Agatha sighed as she looked at the purple and red horizon and at the clouds, and at their glistening reflection in the water. And then she saw him – that tiny black figure on the other hill, a young lonely boy who often wandered around the lake. She never met him in person, but she'd seen him there a few times before. Everyone had.

Her friend told her that he never talked to anyone and lived outside the town, all on his own. He probably even built his own house, but no one knew that because no one talked to him either. No one even knew his name, some people called him the ghost of the Glastonbury lake. He was always there, as if looking after the lake and the Tor.

No one knew why.

He was another Glastonbury mystery that Agatha wanted to solve, but he was a living and breathing person – she didn't want to go to his house and just start asking questions and be annoying. Who knew what he was like? What if he was mute?!

She quickly found her notepad in her pocket and turned to a blank page, writing something down. A new prompt – she loved creating them as writing exercises.

Include a mute/deaf character in the next chapter, or make one of your already existing characters mute/deaf. And don't make it sad.

Agatha wasn't very fond of sad stories, she always cried and then couldn't stop rewatching or rereading them and cry some more.

She put her notepad back into her pocket and kept looking at the lonely boy as he finally started walking down the hill, probably back to his house. He looked about her age – 26, maybe. But no one knew if he had parents or friends and when she asked a few old people in the city, their answer was always the same – the boy was just always there. Even when they were young.

And who wouldn't think that was strange? That was a bloody mystery! Hm, maybe she could base her new character in her book after him – a strange man or a girl who never talks and always visits some place – but what reason did he have? Why was he watching the lake every day?

Her friend told her she saw him going to the town once.

Agatha tried to stop thinking about him as she looked up at the sky again. The sun was almost hidden behind the horizon – maybe she could finally learn how to properly describe a sunset if she kept watching.

And then she heard the brakes of a car. She quickly looked down at the road under the hill and saw the boy lying there, lifelessly on the ground.

"Oh my god!" She whispered. She quickly started running down the hill while she tried to fish her phone from her other pocket. The car quickly rode away in the meantime and she didn't notice the licence plate. Instead, she kept watching the poor boy on the road as she kept running towards him.

When she finally reached him, she noticed blood. Her fingers trembled as she checked his pulse and knelt down beside him.

Heart beating.

Still breathing.

Agatha decided it was best not to move him, so she called the police and tried to find the wound that was bleeding. It was the arm. And his leg. She took off her pink neckerchief and tore it in two halves, trying to bandage the wounds, but it still kept bleeding.

What was she supposed to do?

"The Glastonbury police department, how can I help you?" She suddenly heard the voice on the other side of the phone. Thank god Glastonbury had its own police department and thank god her friend gave her the number after someone broke into her flat and stole a few things.

"The c-car-" Her voice broke and only then she realized she was crying. She covered her mouth with her bloody hand and tried to calm herself down, closing her eyes.

That boy was dying!

"Miss, please calm down and tell us what's happening." The man on the phone continued. He probably heard her sobs.

"Th-there was an accident." She told them in the calmest voice she could do at that moment. "Um," she wiped her nose with her sleeve and swallowed. "On the road around the Glastonbury lake, please hurry, he's bleeding!" She cried.

"We'll be right there, don't worry, miss." The man answered. "Could you please describe the situation?"

"There was a car and it hit him and then it rode away, leaving him here all alone." She sniffled as she tried to stop the bleeding with one hand. Damn it, she didn't know how to do that. "He's unconscious and his arm and leg are bleeding." She continued as she swallowed again and wiped her eyes. Screw the make-up. "It's not bleeding much, but I don't want him to die!"

She knew she was breathing hard again.

The man on the phone changed – this time a younger voice. "Don't worry, miss. We're sending the ambulance right now. Please stay on the phone."

"Thank you." She whispered. "What should I do?"

The man on the phone walked her through the basics. She told them he was alive and still breathing and in only three minutes, the ambulance was there.

It took him and her both to the hospital.

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The first thing he felt when he regained consciousness was that he was lying in bed – at least it felt soft. His eyes were closed and everything was dark, but he could make out a voice. No, two voices.

One was of a woman and the other one was of a man. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were too heavy. Instead, he tried to focus on what was happening with his body. He couldn't feel anything. And the voices, they were still talking. So instead he focused on them and on the words.

"...s arm is broken, but it's nothing serious. It should take about six to eight weeks to heal." That was the man. Merlin frowned slightly at the words – whose arm was broken? What happened? "And his leg is fine – just a few big scratches, but nothing serious either... he might limp for a few days though."

"So he is going to be alright?" The woman asked. Young woman, probably.

"Well, his body will be. His mind though..." His mind?

"What's wrong with his mind?"

There was a pause at which Merlin attempted to frown again. He needed answers!

"Are you from the family, or..."

"No, I'm a... " The woman paused. "Yes, I'm his friend and I'm very worried." She continued. But whose friend? Were they talking about him? He didn't have friends...

"He suffered a damage to his brain when the car hit him." The man continued – so he was a doctor. Was he... was he in a hospital? "Amnesia."

He heard the woman gasp. Why was she worried about him? He didn't know any women in this era, he only... what did he only? Wait, when he thought he didn't have friends... did that mean he might have had friends, but couldn't remember them? Did he have amnesia? No, no that couldn't be, he remembered... what did he remember?

Blank faces, faded clothes, forest. A wide white building and blue sky... but that could have been anything. His memories were...

"Gone." He whispered as he gasped for air. He almost forgot to breathe. His eyes opened and he saw a blurry blonde woman with a man hovering above him. He heard the beeps of machines around him, indicating his heartbeat had become faster.

"He's awake." The man said and stepped closer, keeping the woman behind him. Merlin blinked to try and clear his vision when suddenly the doctor fished a little flashlight from his pocket and used it to check the reactions of his pupils, making Merlin's vision almost black again.

"Do you remember who you are?" The woman went closer, curiously looking down at him. "Do you know your name?"

Merlin frowned. "Yes, it's... " Blank faces, faded clothes, forest. A wide white building and blue sky. That was all his mind was giving him. "It's... it's..." He took a deep breath which immediately turned into a couple of short breaths.

"Hey, hey, it's alright." The doctor put his hand on his shoulder and tried to calm him down. "You have amnesia, it's okay if you don't remember right now."

Amnesia? How was that okay? He needed to have his memories, otherwise he would... he needed to stay there, he needed... what did he need to do?

"I don't remember my name." Merlin whispered as little tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

The doctor turned to the strange woman, putting the flashlight back to his pocket of his long white coat. "What is his name?"

She opened her mouth and closed it again as both Merlin and the doctor looked at her. "I... I don't actually know." She admitted, attempting a very nervous smile.

"You said you were his friend." The doctor narrowed his eyes.

"I meant... I meant that I know him, but I... I never really talked to him." She explained. "He's the guy from the Glastonbury lake." She added.

The guy from the Glastonbury lake? What the hell did that mean? A lake? There was something about a lake... he didn't know what.

"Alright." The doctor sighed and turned back to the patient. "You'll stay here for a few days until I let you go. Everyone knows where you live, so there won't be a problem with that – this lovely lady," he pointed behind him at the girl, "will help you whenever she can. She probably really wants to be your friend because she's been waiting here overnight. And she'll help you until you remember more about your life."

Merlin swallowed. "When will I remember?" He asked the most important question of that entire moment.

The doctor looked sad. "It's not permanent amnesia, so you should remember something. But what and when? I'm afraid I don't know that, young man."

TBC

BOOM! Merlin doesn't know who Arthur is! Oops... Btw I don't know anything about medicine and the only thing I researched was how long it takes for a broken arm to heal. And I'm not familiar with police system in the UK either, so if you notice any mistakes, feel free to point them out in reviews! ;) Thanks for reading!