Andan Wiðinnan Mín Sáwol

by RobinGoodfellow3927

Our deepest fears are the ones that pierce our very souls. The fears that invade our nightmares. The fears that invade our waking hours. (This story was called "Nightmares" before)

7. Back to Back

Some nights, it's being executed. Not pleasant dreams by any means, but better than this nightmare.

They're surrounded by laughing men with swords. Back to back with Arthur, there's no escape. He hears Arthur draw his sword and charge with a yell. Rough hands clench his arms to his sides. He struggles to keep track of Arthur in the crowd.

A flash from his eyes floors a man about to kill Arthur. While Arthur is distracted by this, another man runs him through.

Merlin howls his fury and helplessness. This is what he fears more than his own death- Arthur's.

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Thank you to all my readers, but special thanks to hollyblue2 and Laughy-Taffy the Grape for posting reviews.

That's all for this tale! Might post a multi-chapter later on.

Till then, fare thee well. May your dreams be far pleasanter than those of poor Merlin and Arthur.