Title: Fly Away

Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue

Warning: hints of slash; mild gore; language

Note: 2nd pov

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Chapter 2: what is right for Camelot

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I am the King; I have to do what is right for Camelot. I am the King; I have to do what is right for Camelot. I am the King, I am the King. . .

You keep repeating all of this as the acrid stench of burning flesh fills the courtyard.

. . .I have to do what is right for Camelot.

Your son's shouting and begging, fighting tooth and nail against the guards who surround the pyre.

I am the King; IhavetodowhatisrightforCamelot.

You don't turn away from Arthur's crying or the servant-boy's screams.

I am the King… I have to do what is right… what is right… for Camelot; I have to do what is right for Camelot.

"Get down!" Arthur is screaming. "You have the power, get off the fucking stake! Merlin!"

"Run, Arthur!"

You don't know how the boy is talking. His lungs should be filled with fire by now.

"I'll find you," he's saying. "Arthur, leave the city and RUN!"

Suddenly, the boy throws his head back and there's a whisper of words that ride out on his screaming.

You recognize the language instantly and you realize that you've sealed your fate.

Then, then the Great Dragon is there and he is furious.

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Note 2: I hadn't originally intended for this to be the next chapter, but as I was editing I found it fitting. If you're confused as to the details between the 1st chapter and this one, use your imagination. I'm no good at epic fics, my forte is graphic scenes. This may just become a one-shot series... I don't know yet. Please review and let me know what ya think :)