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Okay...so this kinda worked really well for today cuz it was raining hahah! So yeah, pretty awesome. Alright, this one-shot is dedicated to jedichild, who suggested the word! I hope I didn't butcher it too bad. Haha! Alright, sorry guys but thanks to jedichild this is kinda a short and sad one, not too bad though!...uh okay enjoy!

Mizzle: drizzle, like the rain

Rain.

It was raining in Camelot.

So?

Well...it was rain. And that brought not only a plentiful harvest the next day, but the upbringing of forgotten memories.

Memories that people had locked away, and could only be opened by the serenity of the quiet drizzle.

It was as if some key had fallen along with the rain and opened up the chest that contained the memories that you promised to stow away, never again to be opened.

But here they came.

It had rained the day that Uther Pendragon thought he would never again see his ward...his secret daughter awake again.

It had rained the day that beautiful Guinevere waved goodbye to her brother.

It had rained the day that Percival's town had been attacked...the soothing rain had drenched the fires too late to save his family.

It had rained the day that Lancelot was banished from Camelot, knowing he would never fulfill his dream

It had rained the day that Gwaine said farewell to his mother after the death of his father.

It had rained the day that Elyan had learned of his father's death.

It had rained the day that Leon had become a knight of Camelot.

What was it about the rain that brought back these memories? The rain held secrets that none could truly comprehend...but we do know the rain makes us appreciate what we have, it brings back these memories to ensure us that though the memories that we choose to store away, those are the memories that we learn from. The memories that make us stronger, that give us something to hope for.

The rain is what makes us grateful for the friends we have, for the time we spend with each other, so that when the time truly comes to say goodbye, and we store that memory away...the rain will bring it back. It will not let you forget the honor it was to be with them. To have them by your side...there to protect you.

As the knowledge pours through you, you tilt you head back and smile at the sky, the rain comes harder, fiercer, as if the memory that has been brought back is causing the downpour.

No, Arthur Pendragon would not forget the honor it was to have his faithful servant there by his side to protect him, there to understand, to be his adviser. His true friend.

You look down at the gravestone that is before you, you let the sad, the good, any memories of the time you had together, fall like the rushing rain so that it soaks you to the bone. You will not forget.

It had rained the day that Merlin, the greatest warlock…greatest friend of all time, had willingly given his life to save you; his Once and Future King.

The rain would never let you forget that.

Grrrrr...darn you jedichild! This was supposed to be a NICE one-shot! AGH too much depressing stuff lately! Rg I blame you!Alright, i hope you guys aren't mad at me for making another sad one...but uh...that was totally her fault. Rain is depressing sometimes so yeah way to suggest THAT one jedichildlol so i hope you guys liked it! And how did YOU like it jedichild? Did I do good for your word?

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Next up is Kitty O's word: Kerfuffle: Commotion, agitation; disorder. (THIS should be fun)