A/N so, I normally ramble in my A/N but for no longer!:) thanks for reading my fic and I hope you enjoy it please review to tell me what you thought, I love hearing your opinions- good or bad.
I stared out of my window at the world that was before me in anger. How could a world full of such beauty be a world of such cruelty? How could one as innocent and nice as Merlin get captured, tortured till he was in his current state? How could someone do that to another human being?
My fingers idly rubbed across the red fabric attached to my wrist and I tried to remember when things had been good. It hadn't been long ago but time had been passed differently when Merlin wasn't here. I had aged more in those weeks than i had in all the years of my life. Now that we found Merlin, it was a waiting game, again, and I'm not good at waiting games. I closed my eyes and wrapped the material around my neck. It smelt like him, it reminded me of the real Merlin not this new tormented, beaten, shrivel of what was once Merlin.
I had found his neckerchief attached to a branch on the search and thank the gods I had because it was the only track we could find in that god forsaken forest. Once we got Merlin back in Camelot the first thing I did was tie the blasted thing round his neck, he was always too fond of the item. I knew it would comfort Merlin but the man we rescued from wasn't Merlin anymore. As soon as I tied it, his unfocused eyes locked on mine and they portrayed nothing but confusion and pain. He untied the knot and the material fell to the ground where I picked it up and tied it to my wrist. Merlin would get it back when- if- he gets better. The only problem was that his neck looked so bare without it and he just didn't look like Merlin without it! It was his trade mark, if you forgot Merlin's name (which rarely happened, Merlin is fairly memorable) he was described as 'you know that clumsy lad with the neck scarf!'. It shouldn't make a difference that he isn't wearing the scarf but it does.
Merlin lost a lot of things during his kidnapping. Dignity for one, innocence and other things I can't bear to think of but what we always held onto was that Merlin would always be Merlin. He always comes out of everything with a smile, a smile and his neckerchief. This time was different though because he seems to have lost both and we seem to have lost Merlin.