I wasn't going to continue, as this was my first fanfic I was just going to leave it as a drabble, but I guess I wanted to work different people's points of views, so it may continue past this. :)
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It was done, the all encompassing ghastly bloody awful war was done. But he couldn't celebrate with his knights, the ones that survived, or even mourn with the families for the ones that didn't. He was not going to attend the meetings between the two kingdoms, not yet anyway. At first, when he first met the idiot, he didn't think that he could ever have stepped away from his power and place, but then there he was, briskly walking through the quickly darkening field. He didn't know how it happened, but every time there was any kind of battle, he and Merlin got separated. It could either be that the idiot tripped over his own feet, or his manservant somehow was already there when it started. People shouted out to him as he passed, and he gave them a quick smile before carrying on his way. What kind of manservant was he... making his master trudge through the lost wastelands? Allowing his annoyance to fill his thoughts was easier then thinking about other things like: how this had not just been a small skirmish, how while Merlin always seemed to get out of those unscathed..., how when he turned around to look for his friend, he was nervous... shocked...Damn it. He was scared to find he could not see his errant annoyance anywhere. How he had spent the last few hours searching for the idiot, and knew that if he could not find him before it grew dark, he might never. Increasing his pace, he stomped straight through the battlefield, trying to use all of his senses to make up for the loss of the light. He hears a soft curse in a voice filled with pain and annoyance. He turns towards the voice, the voice he knows but wishes he doesn't, and starts to run towards the labored breath. He nearly trips over small body that is bent over parallel to the ground ""IDIOT, what do you think you were doing going off like that... bloody- Merlin!" As he pulled the nitwit into some kind of sitting position he noticed the darkened stain that was slowly taking over the entirety of Merlin's shirt front. The boys eyes opened, and though they were dulled with pain, the recognition was enough to force a small smirk onto the boys face. The boy then closed his eyes and tried to regulate his breath, Arthur took just one long moment to pick up the body of his closest friend, and careful carrying back to safety, to haven, to his home, Camelot.