They're all dead. Everyone except him.
Walking through the castle, he glimpses faces that he knows. Gaius is buried under a collapsed wall, next to his final patient. He doesn't know where his father is, but he knows in his heart that he is dead as well.
Gwen is in the corridor, shot by an arrow. He cannot even stop here to grieve.
He stops in the armoury. A raven-haired boy lies there, felled by a dagger still stuck in his ribs.
Arthur screams his anguish before he awakens. They're alive. The castle hasn't fallen. It was just a nightmare.
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