A/N: Alright! Here's the next part! Sorry I didn't upload yesterday, but today I have two parts so that should make up for it!
Merlin didn't stop to think what he was doing. Closing his eyes, he searched his mind for a trace of the butterfly's consciousness. He caught the thread that linked them and followed it.
The butterfly rested on Guinevere's hand. She had lost so much: her father, brother, and now her husband. Merlin's heart went out to her. It pained him to see another suffer as he did.
Gwen spoke, "Did you find them?"
"No, my lady," the voice was Leon's, "I fear all hope is lost, Highness. If Arthur was wounded in the battle…" He swallowed, "I'm sorry, my lady."