A sharp, stabbing pain went from Gwen's stomach to her brain. The only thing she could think about was her poor, innocent, little child. Arthur's heir to the throne. The result of Arthur's and Gwen's endless and true love.

Morgana held the knife at exactly the area, where their child was laying. Gwen was begging. She was begging her heart out:
"Please...Morgana...please. Not him! Take me! I am the one you don't want...Please...take me..." The last words were only whispering with a fear and a heartbreaking pain in her cracking voice "Please..."

"Ohh...poor, poor Gwen...Trust me. Your wish will be fulfilled! When the time comes, but the child threatens MY right to the throne, as much as you do. I will take both of your lives!"

A warm liquid was streaming over Gwen's stomach, her thighs. She couldn't feel the pain itself. She knew what Morgana was doing to her, but she couldn't feel any pain of hers, she just felt the pain of losing her first child.

She was paralysed. The wet, warm liquid was the only thing she could feel. And the only thing she could think about, was:
'Arthur! My, OUR little baby! Please...Please...'
Tears were streaming down Gwen's face. What a cruel feeling. The wet, warm liquid streaming down her thighs, and the wet, salty liquid streaming down her face. Both were the results of unutterable pain, unutterable lost.

"NO! You will not hurt her again and you will not kill her! You did enough harm Morgana! It is time for you to leave our world!"

A bright light was the only thing Gwen saw. But she remembered. She knew whose voice it was. She knew WHO it was. But suddenly everything was hurting. Everything was hurting too much. Her stomach, which was just a bloody memory of Gwen's child. Her head aching because of the tears which were streaming down her face. But mostly her heart. She didn't know yet if she could ever be like she was before. The big loss, and the memories of the feet which kicked her stomach gently. The feet of her child. The feet of her dead child.

The present world went out of Gwen's sight. Everything went darker, blurrier. And suddenly everything turned black.

I am sorry for may disappointing some of you. Maybe you'll understand...

But I will make it up to you I promise! And a little surprise:
I knew I couldn't stop NOW, sooo here is another chapter :)
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Crush...

Morgana crashed into the cave's wall. She was still alive, Merlin knew that. But he also knew that she would never be the same. She hit her head too hard and Merlin decide that she had to suffer as much as her victims did. A quick death was too nice for her. She had to learn how it was to be so cruel. She had to learn!

'I am sorry Morgana. I am deeply sorry. Once I thought we were friends...and I don't know what Morgause did to you...But I had to do this...I am sorry.'
Merlin thought but immediately turned around to help the moaning Gwen. She was laying on a table. Besides her laid a long, rusty knife with blood all over it. As Merlin saw that and the injured, empty womb of Gwen's, tears welled up in his eyes:
'What did you do, Morgana!"

"Arthur!" he screamed.

"Arthur!"

Arthur knew Merlin long enough to know that something terrible had happened. Merlin's voice cracked and he heard his sobs.

Immediately Arthur ran into the cave, seeing blood everywhere, and his beloved wife. Gwen had to be the source of the oodles of blood, her stomach was cut open and her head was laying unconscious on the table.

Arthur walked towards her.

"No..." He cried "NO!"
His scream was loud. And you could hear the pain in his voice. He looked towards Merlin:
"Is...is she?"
Merlin shook his head slowly:
"Not yet, Arthur...but we have to take her to Gaius...I..I can just close the wound in her stomach, but I don't know what harm Morgana also did to her...And Gwen lost a lot of blood."
Arthur didn't even thought about what nonsense Merlin just said, his thoughts were just by his Guinevere.

"Heal her!"
" ágýman láðbite" A strange language came out of Merlin's mouth. He held his hands over Gwen's abdomen while saying the words. Slowly but steadily Gwen's cut closed, her skin grew together again.

"How...?" Arthur asked watching at Merlin disbelieving with his head shaking.

"I think, Arthur, we have a lot to discuss. But Gwen has to be taken to Gaius quickly!"

Still confused, Arthur lifted Gwen onto his arms and he turned around, stopping because he recognized a foot behind the table.

"Morgana?" Arthur asked Merlin.

Merlin nodded.

"But is she dead?" Arthur asked

Merlin shook his head but saying right away:
"No, Arthur, she is not dead..." Arthur wanted to interrupt him but Merlin continued "...BUT she will not be any harm to us again. She will never be herself, and she won't be able to any harm to you nor your Queen nor your kingdom! I am sure!"

Arthur nodded. He didn't understand anything his loyal servant did that night, but he was thankful. Even if Arthur and Gwen lost their child...He was thankful that Merlin saved his beloved Queen and wife. And even if his pain about losing their first child was recent and painful, Arthur knew there would be other children, but there would not have been another Gwen.

Well It is not like you guys think: THIS IS NOT THE END!
I may need some more time than for the last three chapters but I will have a proper end, I promise :)
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(Again I apologize for grammar/spelling mistakes, I am sorry and I remember you that my mothertongue isn't english so don't be too hard with me ;) )