A/N: Hi everyone, so the next chapter, hope all of you will like it. So please let me know what you think. And as I said a somewhat darker chapter, the next one won't be dark. So enjoy.

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Merlin stared, his eyes set upon the battlefield in front of him, hearing the sound of bullets, the sound of explosions, the sound of pain filled cries... Every second that past more men were killed, their souls lost forever...

He didn't even knew why he was here, why he always went to where the fights where... maybe in his heart he wanted to prevent the killings, but he knew he wasn't allowed to interfere, no... not yet, not without Arthur.

Still that didn't stop him, he healed the dying men that he found lying on the blood stained battlefield, not caring which side they were on, just wanting to give them back their lives. And so he was doing now, starring at the man lying in front of him, his hands covered in the man's blood, but a smile on his face, knowing this wasn't the man's last day, that he had stopped fate for taking the man's life.

He sighed feeling his tired bones and settled himself down against a small wall. He didn't care for the bullets that he heard flying on the other side of the wall, they wouldn't hit him, he wouldn't die, his magic prevented it.

The warlock reached for the little water he still had left, feeling the wonderful cold liquid slide down his throat. He sighed in relieve and he felt his eyes slowly closing themselves, he hadn't realised how tired he was.

It was the sound of someone jumping on the wall that shook him up, a large body falling on top of him. He let out a startled cry and the other man, who had finally noticed that he landed on someone, turned around and their eyes met. He saw fear in the man's eyes, stripes of blood on his cheeks and in his brown hair and his cloths torn in many places.

The brunette's eyes widened in shock and he half jumped, half fell of Merlin, crawling away from the raven. Both stared at each other, not knowing what to do and it was the brunette that first moved. The man remembering what he was here for sat up, he was at war, he had to kill the enemy, he held the gun in his hand and pointed it at the raven. 'Which side are you on?!'

Merlin smiled at him. 'Calm down...' He eyed the large man's cloths, which were totally ruined, he wasn't able to tell on which side the brunette belonged. 'I could ask you the same.' The man glanced quickly down and noticed his cloths before turning back to Merlin.

'Uhh...' The man let out a deep breath and relaxed somewhat, seeing that Merlin wasn't trying to kill him. '... It's all a wicked world...' He mumbled to himself.

The warlock narrowed his eyes by that sentence, a soldier that didn't want to fight the war... it wasn't really surprising. Many men had no choice and were forced to fight for their country, to give their lives for the ones they loved. It was always the same, now and back then. 'What's your name?' He asked, wanting to know the name that came with that soul... that familiar soul.

The other grinned, probably smiling for the first time in many days. 'Peter.' He crawled forward and held out his hand, which Merlin quickly took. 'My name is Peter...'

'Mine is Will.'

The brunette then narrowed his eyes, leaning closer to his face. 'Really?...'

Merlin stared confused at him. 'Uhh... yeah.' He asked, but in his mind he went crazy. did he remember? Did he know?

Peter took a deep breath and opened his mouth to comment, but was stopped when a bullet flew over the wall, shocking both men. Peter turned around, his instincts kicking in and he tightened the grip on his gun. He looked once sad at the warlock before speaking. 'Seems that our reunion was a short one.'

'Wait, reunion?!' He quickly grabbed the brunette's hand. 'You mean?...'

Peter gave him a gentle smile. 'Yes Merlin, I remember.'

A tear ran over the raven's cheek, how he wanted his lost friend to stay with him. He didn't want the other to leave, not again, he didn't want to be alone. 'Percival, please stay... don't leave... please.'

Percival turned back and kneeled down again, his large hand brushing Merlin's tears away. 'Still as emotional as ever... we both know it's not time yet, I wish for it, but we both know.'

'Don't go... you will die.' He begged one last time, knowing it was futile.

'I know, but with me many others will share the same fate. I promise you that we will meet again, in another time.' It where his last words, before he took off.

Merlin stared as he saw the large knights disappear to the other side of the wall. The warlock then stared forward, more tears running over his face, knowing that everything the knight said was true, but why couldn't fate gave him some peace, let him stay one lifetime with his friends, not mere minutes.

He slowly stood up, heading away from the battlefield, towards the peaceful woods. He didn't have the strength in his heart to turn around, looking if his friend was still breathing. He was too scared for what he could see.

That was the last time he saw Percival in that life, he didn't even know if the brunette died in the war, if he survived and lived a long and happy life. He would never know the answer on that question. It was fate that separated them again.

Oh, how he hated fate for the life that it had given him, a immortal life, doomed to lose the people he loved over and over again. His heart hoping that it would all soon come to an end, but his mind knowing that that would probably not happen.