Chapter 5: Remain In My Heart
WARNING! SAD EVENTS APPROACHING! GET SOME TISSUES IF YOU ARE SUPER SENSETIVE TO FUNERALS!
Merlin stood back and looked at his work. It looked beautiful. By a gigantick lake where the waves were crystal clear and a delicate shade of blue, and towering fresh green grass covered mountains surrounded the it, Merlin had built a large, white stoned grave with the words, 'Here lies Freya, a free girl who was loved greatly and will be missed gretaly. RIP Freya x." carved into it. Freya was buried deep in the ground underneath it. Merlin started to cry again. He would miss her, truly he would. He had originally promised to protect her, but now, he had broken that promise. Merlin smaked himself across the face, Freya wouldn't want him to get mad with himself like this! What was he doing?! Merlin then remembered the fatal injury that Arthur had recieved during his fight with that one remaining Bounty Hunter, before Leon had killed him. He had to get back to Camelot. Gaius may need Merlin's magic to recover Arthur if none of his potions worked, and Merlin needed to thank Leon for finishing off the final Bounty Hunter anyway. Merlin smiled at Freya's grave one last time, promised to visit it every day to pay his respects, and then left. Cherry blossom fluttered through the passing gentle breeze and covered the white grave stone, making it look pink. Merlin thought of the breeze as Freya's breath, as it soothed him and brought him joy and contentment. He cried again. "You will always remain in my heart..." he breathed.
At Camelot, Arthur was lying on a bed in Gaius' chambers, the bed stained in blood. Gaius had (unwillingly) removed his top and tied several bandages around the long cut that travelled down his side from his breat level to his hip. Arthur was still unconcious and barely breathing. Gaius had assured a petrified Uther, who had visited him earlier to check on Arthur's progress, that he would do everything in his power to relieve Arthur of his injures, although he doubted the prince would survive this. The injury was too fatal for him to deal with, he had hoped Merlin would return soon. He had also been wondering where Freya had gone...
"Sorry Gaius!" apologized Merlin, flinging the door open and entering the chambers to find a distressed Gaius desperately trying to find a potion. "Merlin! Where have you been? Where's Freya gone?" asked Gaius. "I'll explain later! Right now, I have to check on Arthur! Is he recovering?" questioned Merlin. Gaius frowned. "I'm afraid not, his injuries are too severe for me to handle! This is a job for you Merlin!" replied Gaius. Merlin nodded confidently. He stood over Arthur, stripped his bandages off, placed a hand on his injury and whispered, "Ethcay addanay shamee lunthsay windeno ajadayn!" He stood back and waited. Gaius instantly came to his side to wait with him.
After a few moments of awful silence, Arthur started breathing again. The prince had been saved! Merlin and Gaius cheered and hugged eachother. They had saved Arthur once again!
When Arthur woke up, the first thing he did was order Merlin to wash the blood off his top and the blankets. But Merlin still thanked him for TRYING to rescue him! Arthur also told Merlin that he knew the girl he was holding lovingly before he fainted was the Druid girl, and he understood the fact that Merlin had loved her and he swore not to tell anyone, or Merlin would tell everyone about Arthur's love for Guinevere anyway. Merlin thanked Leon and Leon just told Merlin he was glad the Bounty Hunter died.
Camelot was back to its normal, peaceful self once again, and Merlin had calmed down alot about Freya's death, although he was still upset. He'd always be upset about it. He loved her. Gaius had heard the story and was leaving Merlin be, for the time being anyway. Merlin was continuing his life, living every day in Freya's name. He often visited her grave and placed a different flower there every time he visited. And also, that breeze Merlin had imagined was Freya's breath stayed with him, blowing his hair and his clothes everywhere he went. Freya will never be forgotten, not by Merlin!