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Challenges of the Heart	By : CrazyEyesChick Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 8731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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‘ MY LORD! MY LORD!’

Fast footsteps clapped on the wooden floor of the castle in the direction of the throne room. The sounds were louder and louder as the running knight Percival approached the King’s current location.

Percival was usually the quiet, brooding man. Strong, yet wiser than once would expect considering his big shape. So, for him to come running, screaming his name in the vast walls of Camelot, whatever it was must have made the shaved man very anxious.

Arthur rose from his seat at once, separating himself from the rest of the garrison and waiting for Percival to regain his breath.

‘Percival, at ease! Have you gotten news?’ inquired the short blond haired man. His jaw was held tight by his facial muscles. He might have slept well the other night, but it didn’t mean that the stress of all these unfolding events went away.

Percival bowed as he was joined by the rest of the gang.

‘I am sorry to say, but he managed to lose me. I-I don’t know how he got out; he just vanished...’

‘I see, I knew it. Well, this proves his guilt, therefore Harold is now a traitor to Camelot, but no one is to know until we interrogate him’

Arthur could see how the man was affected by his failure. Since they had found Merlin missing and Gwaine….well...unresponsive, Percival became more focused.

Angry, he should say.

Gwaine was a very good friend of Percival’s and his loss hurt him more than the rest of them. Knowing that Harold had perhaps something to do with this renewed the tall knight’s hope in punishing whoever caused his friend’s demise. Arthur shared the feeling wholeheartedly, and couldn’t wait to make the traitor pay. All in good time.

‘ There’s no way he could have escaped the Castle without passing any guards’ exclaimed Elyan, frustrated by the turn of events.

‘Hmmm...maybe he learned of another way out’ suggested Leon

‘What do you mean Sir Leon?’ asked the King, confused.

All the other knights ears perked up at this

‘Well, back when your father was King, some elite guards were told that in case of a siege, there were tunnels below the castle that could be used to get royalty to safety to the forest’

‘Yes! I remember now! This secret is very guarded; only a handle of knights and selected nobles know of this. Harold was never trusted with such a secret. Hell, I haven’t even gotten the time to tell any of you or Merlin...’

‘Then, who could’ve..’ wondered Elyan

‘Morgana’ interrupted a confident, unwavering voice vibrated through the walls of Camelot.

That name brought silence to the room and painful memories. The men in the large royal chamber turned to the direction of the voice. Gaius appeared through the door with Queen Guinevere who tried to smile, despite the pang of hurt she felt at her lady’s name. Gaius continued on:

‘ It makes sense, my Lord. It explains the dark magic found at the scene, and Harold’s treachery. He always leered at her the wrong way when she was a sweet little girl. I can see Morgana using his attraction to her advantage to spy on us and report back to her. I never really liked the man...’

It was rare for Gaius to show hatred for someone. Merlin’s disappearance must really affect the older man. Looking at it now, all he had today, now, was because of Merlin. He was truly loved as well, he should have seen it before saying those awful things to his manservant.

‘Why can’t she leave things alone? Must she ruin everything I have worked for...’ he muttered under his breath.

‘Arthur’ a sweet voice called ‘ Morgana feel she has been wronged, I understand her pain. Your father’s hatred for magic caused her heart to turn dark...I think she is transferring her anger onto you as you reflect all he was and the torment he caused her people’

Arthur’s anger rose at his wife’s words ‘ I am better than my father! I’m not him!’

Gwen’s eyes shifted to one of sorrow: ‘I know darling’ her fingers trailing the shape of his masculine face softly, comforting ‘ but she is too blinded with revenge to see who you have become. It’s why she keeps fighting us… Honestly, with what she did to Merlin and.. Sir ...G-Gwaine, I will never forgive her for what she has done.’ she whispered, her voice cracking near the end.

Wet tears rolled down her soft round cheeks; her brother swooping in to let his sister’s head rest on his large shoulder, patting her back.

Arthur felt bad for raising his voice. Gwen was, as always, finding the good in people. Just like somebody he knew. Merlin… Morgana and her knight would pay dearly for this. His sister didn’t deserve to live.

‘ I’m sorry for raising my voice Guinevere, but fear not, they will get what is coming to them’

‘Arthur?’ asked Gaius.

‘Yes Gaius? Have you found a way to save Gwaine from this magic sleeping prison’

Seriously, he thought at the irony of things, and he called me a princess. Who’s the princess now?

‘I’m afraid not, sire. There is no scientific way known to man that can fix this. His body is still partly decomposed and badly injured; I felt a pulse, weak, but there. I believe time magic after effects has caused our knight to be stuck in a near death state. I’m sorry to tell you this, but he might not even be able to regains consciousness again...’

‘Oh!’ Percival exclaimed, shocked. His facial expression remained neutral, not showing weakness, but you could see the tense neck he had…

Shyly, Percival whispered: ‘ how about non scientific ways’

Gaius eyebrows raised into a shocked expression as if he didn’t even dare speak such a thing in front of the King: ‘Are you suggesting what I think you are Sir Percival, because that is’

‘Treacherous grounds you speak of. The Law on magic is still firmly in place; any mention or practice is punishable by death.’ finished Leon, stern.

People were surprised of not hearing anymore outrage, especially from their King who was raised thinking all magic was evil.

‘My Lord?’ questioned Leon, waiting for any response from his sovereign. ‘Don’t tell me you’re thinking about this. All of you..really?’ Leon had nothing more to say. He wanted them to find Merlin and help Gwaine, but was magic the only feasible way. He had been saved once by magic, so not all magic could be bad right?

Suddenly, Arthur approached Gaius in a very serious manner, a very Kingly manner he might had.

‘Would there be a way to find Merlin or help Gwaine with the use of magic?’

‘Well...’ hesitated the older man ‘ I suppose there could be, but I couldn’t promise anything’

‘ Do it’ he ordered ‘ You used to be a sorcerer in my father’s time, weren’t you? Can you use magic and find your ward?’ Seeing the conflicting emotions running through Gaius, Arthur pushed forward ‘Please, Gaius, I will not sentence you to death. Please….just..bring him home..to me’

Everyone was stunned by the sheer emotions and love the King showed. Arthur was a proud man, and to beg any man for anything was unheard of. As much as they all knew Arthur’s dormant feelings for his manservant, all glanced at the Queen’s accepting look.

Gaius sighed, yet hiding his contempt and pride at how Arthur had become such a great young man. Merlin was a lucky boy. He couldn’t say no to his King.

‘Alright, there might be a spell we can try to pinpoint my boy’s location’

‘Great! Thank you! Whatever you need; you will have it’

‘ A locator spell, right?’ answered Percival. Everyone gasped at how he knew such knowledge. ‘What? I did travel before meeting you lot,’

Gaius elaborated on the concept a bit more.

‘The spell is relatively easy to do. I am old and unpracticed since the old days, but I believe I will have the strength to do this...’ he lingered a bit too long at the end of his sentence, causing doubt amongst the group

‘I sense a but coming...’ asked Arthur

‘but the main ingredient is the hard part. The spell locates the last potent known area of the missing person’s essence. It could be blood, a piece of a soul, flesh; anything bodily related. So, it might not even work if the connection to the place was too weak. Also, the timespan of this is within the last 48 hours of that last known place he was.

‘At least, it eliminates ground zero where Gwaine was killed; Merlin’s blood was sure to be there’ replied Elyan, Gaius nodded.

‘Yes’

‘So what’s the problem?’ said eagerly the young King. He was on edge, if they could find Merlin they should do it now!

‘The problem is we need the blood of the vessel it belongs to connect with his essence; otherwise it could get anyone’s essence. So, hopefully, it could tell us in which direction to find him, if this works...’ Gaius looked grim, not really sure this spell would even work. Did they even had Merlin’s blood?

Someone of Merlin’s caliber could probably do it in their sleep, but he was getting too old for this.

‘Oh! Merlin’s neckerchief! Didn’t you say you found it at the site, drenched in his blood? Would that work?’ Gwen cheered, happy to maybe find a way to help out her dear missing friend.

‘Great Idea! God, you are the best! Here...’

Arthur had kept the ripped fabric on him. In case, they found Merlin. He took it out swiftly of his pockets, ignoring the sad looks in his direction. He had trouble letting it go.

‘I hope it finds its way to Merlin’ softly said the valiant knight.

Gaius quickly made his way out of the room, leaving the royals with their trusted knights.

*******

After lots of trial and error, he finally got the right dosage of things for the spell to work right. In his tiny apothecary stood 4 knights, Gwen and Gaius. All ready to grasp Merlin’s location.

Gaius stood over the large bowl, which contained herbs and other things Arthur refused to acknowledge. Once the old sorcerer squeezed a few drops of blood from the red fabric, a spark ignited, alighting the bowl with blue flames. They were mesmerizing and high; the witnesses took a step back in fear. Old habits die hard they guessed. While Gaius chanted in a weird tongue, the flame shaped itself, becoming more and more distinguishable. It morphed slowly into features all of them had grown fond of. Big ears, long face, high sharp cheekbones, small piercing eyes and short hair. Merlin’s face was staring at them, sad.

And then, there the fire went up through the brick roof and disappeared. The group stared at each other, unsure of what just happened.

‘Uhh….Gaius?’ wondered the young King, he still didn’t fully trust magic.

‘Hmm’ Gaius looked around and at the neckerchief. ‘ There should be a sign, a mark at the place where his essence is greater that would respond to the blood on this piece of fabric. I have no idea if the spell worked. The flamed shouldn’t have done that...better keep this with you, in case’ said the tired man, giving the momento to its owner.

A knock on the door startled the whole group. A guard bowed and spoke:

‘My King! Letting you know that Sir Harold has come back.’

Anger flashed through Arthur’s blue vibrant eyes, promising imaginable pain.

‘WHERE IS HE? TELL ME NOW!’ he growled! The guard, fearing for his head, relayed the information.

Suddenly, the King’s demeanor changed. From calm to alert in less than a second. The knights at the ready.

‘Men! We will ambush Sir Harold, bring ropes. Elyan, anything you can find in your father’s shop, nails and knives, go fetch them. Percival and I will take care of him. Leon, get the most unseen stable farm and get it prepared for one guest. It’s time we get answers! MOVE OUT!’

They all left Merlin and Gaius’s quarters, while Gwen remained safely behind with the old man and Gwaine lifeless form further away.

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Harold was certainly in a good mood! He had made the lady Morgana proud! Soon, they would be together. Arthur was such a gullible fool, he had no idea he was been played and observed. He didn’t deserve the throne, his lady did; and soon she would get her revenge. He had an eventful night, the body had screamed so prettily for him. If Arthur knew he’d be pissed he ruined the boy for him. The boy had come like the little slut he was. Once Morgana enacted the last part of her plan with the idiot chained in her well...temporary castle, Arthur and his manservant would be broken. Now he just had to lie about where he was; he had not planned on being followed by this tall peasant of a knight. DISGRACING the noble knights with common born blood, pfft. They all deserved to die.

Walking, he found his path blocked by the giant and the fake King. He bowed reluctantly at the figure in front of him.

‘Arthur! Have you had...’ he was abruptly interrupted in the middle, by a very frustrated King.

‘It’s KING ARTHUR to you, soldier’ he said through gritted teeth. It took all he had not to just jump the man and smash him to piece for getting Merlin kidnapped and Gwaine killed.

‘Alright, I apologize for my behavior,...my King’

‘Where were you last night, Sir Percival as well as other guards have noticed you missing at certain time of day. Why do you lie to your King? He stepped forward, threateningly.

Sir Harold did not expect this interrogation upon his return. Well, he managed to lie for years, what was one more. It was half a truth anyways.

‘If you must know, I hope you will not think less of me, but I go secretly to fuck my whore. She is married, so she sneaks out at night to meet me in the forrest. I didn’t want to get her in trouble, so I kept things secret’

‘Alright, you may leave’ said the King, while Harold raised himself to go on his merry way.

As the other young muscle knight started to distance himself from the King, he heard the blond royal say something.

‘Sir Harold? Do you take your King for a fool?’

He should probably have paid more attention to the tall quiet knight, as a figure hit the back of his head with the back of his sword. He fell knees first on the ground, his head was bleeding up to his face, and dizzy. What trickery was this!

‘My King…What’s the mean-ning of-f this… Arg.. You’ll pay for this giant’ he tried to get up, but was held down by Percival’s strong grip.

‘Enough! I’m not your King, especially if you swore your allegiance to another, like Morgana! You will tell me where Merlin is if you know what’s good for you! he grabbed the bastard’s shirt in his fists, glaring daggers at him. He laughed at this pathetic King

‘Pfft...I won’t tell you nothing. He’s just a little bitchy servat anyways, should learn his place in the world’

Harold’s world turned black when a fist met his bloody face.

He shared a looked with Percival who picked the limp man over his shoulder to the special room they had prepared. They would get their answers!

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The sun had started to set. That much was evident with the diminished rays of sunlight passing through the wooden planks of the stable they were at. Leon had prepared the room for an interrogation session as requested of his King. The culprit was cuffed with iron chains to an unstable chair in the middle of a cubicle. The smell of horseshit filled the air, but no one gave a damn. The golden hay mixed with the dirt on the floor made it seemed more like a dungeon, which was perfect with what Arthur was about to do to this traitor.

The band of knights were gathered around Harold, who was still unconscious and bashed up. Arthur was closer to the closed door of the stable making sure no one were to disturb them on pain of death.

‘I think you might have punched him a bit too hard, my Lord’ smirked Leon, at the handy work on his friend.

Arthur was not sorry about the punch. He even held back, making sure his prisoner would stay alive for what he planned to do.

‘ He deserved it, he’s lucky to still be breathing’ replied coldly the angered young man.

Hearing a grunt of pain, Arthur shifted his attention to the star of their show.

‘Well, we were wondering when you would come and greet us’ greeted Arthur. His body was tense, keeping his temper in check. His arms crossed over his chest, imposing, walking closer to a tied knight.

Harold spit the taste blood out of his mouth at Arthur’s feet, smiling deviously ‘ Ahaha. Guess who decided to finally join the game….’ His eyes were full of malice, glaring now at the serious King ‘ You think I will tell you anything?’

‘Oh! I expect you to tell me everything, in time. For now, let’s just get to the point? Why did you betray Camelot?’ asked the pale man.

‘Camelot betrayed me! You soiled the memory of your father with those peasants, and your filthy whore you call your Queen’ yelled Sir Harold, fighting his bonds.

Blue eyes narrowed darkly at the vile words spoken to his face. With a nod, a fist collided against already scarred skin.

‘You watch your tone, traitor! That’s your Queen you talking about!’ told Elyan

Harold’s head snapped to the side wearing the annoying smirk

‘ You hit like a woman, you shit!’ aiming to irritate Elyan, who had answered the insult to his sister in kind. ‘ My Queen is the Lady Morgana! The true heir to Camelot, not this spineless pathetic excuse of a man’ he said pointing his head in Arthur’s area.

Arthur kept his calm, regardless. Harold was kicked again by Percival, this time breaking his left leg. Harold couldn’t refrain from groaning.

‘What did she offer you Harold? Riches? Fame?’ He paused for effect ‘ The promise of love, perhaps?’
‘SHUT UP!’ Harold screamed, eyes burning with destruction.
‘ You should know, whatever she promised you...It’s a lie...She doesn’t care about anything..or anyone. The only thing she cares about is her petty revenge, certainly not your pathetic self. She’s using you...and you are stupid enough to let her’ replied Arthur in a dark tone.

With adrenaline pumping through his vein, Harold managed to lift himself off the chair to reach the startled King. The rapid thinking of his fellow knights kept him on his chair, spatting like a mad man ‘I’M GONNA RIP THAT SMIRK OFF THAT STUPID FACE. MY LADY IS ALREADY DESTROYING EVERYTHING YOU HOLD DEAR, ASSHOLE. THAT PIECE OF SHIT SERVANT OF YOURS IS HAVING THE TIME OF HIS-’

‘ARTHUR’ the 3 knights of the round table screamed in panic.

No one expected Arthur to unsheath his sword and bare it to Harold’s neck. The blade was kept sharp, thanks to Merlin. The weapon pushed further into the pulse line of Harold’s neck, enough to break the skin, drawing a thin line of blood. Never had the knight seeing their King so possessed. Intense dark blue eyes stared right into the ones of the now really scared man. If looks could kill a man, Arthur’s would have incinerated Harold.

Arthur closed the gap between them, jaw clenched tight, so tight his muscles were showing through the thick pale skin. The sword got at the same time, very near his jugular, making Harold sweat a bit more. Arthur’s features grew extremely dark when he spoke.

‘ DON’T SAY ANOTHER WORD, YOU PIG FILTH! MERLIN IS TWICE THE MAN YOU WILL EVER BE!! WHERE IS HE???!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! TELL ME, BEFORE I KILL YOU!!!’ He let excalibur fall to the floor to punch the man in the face repeatedly, in a frenzy. How dare he speak of Merlin like that. He lost total control of his actions as he pounced on the vulnerable man before him, under the watchful gaze of his most trusted men.
The bloody face of the man kept bouncing back and forth under the pressure of those large knuckles. What made it worst to Arthur, was that fucking smirk still on the man’s destroyed face. It’s like he knew something he didn’t, and that enraged him.

‘AHAHAHA’ Urg (punch),..That’s...r-righ..t..ARg (punch)...ah.ahah’ the hitted man’s laughed cracked everytime flesh connected with his flesh, annoying the men in the room. Morgana would be proud of him, he could use Arthur’s disgusting love for that whore he had as an advantage to ruin him more for his Lady.

Under this crazed episode, Arthur never realized his knuckled were as bloody and scratched as the man’s face they were ‘interrogating’. Watching Arthur hurt himself more and more was too much for loyal Leon.

As his King was about to strike once more the defenseless tied figure he was beating, a hand tightly grabbed his raised wrist. ‘Wha..’

‘Enough, sire.’ he softly said. He murmured: ‘You will kill him if you go on. It will not help Merlin’

SHIT, Arthur thought. He had lost control of his emotions; he had let Harold win. To calm himself he palmed his pocket where the red fabric lay.

Choking on his own blood, Harold’s throat was dry and his voice coarse. He manage to still speak lies, deceit.
‘ G-go-o. a-ahead and….kill me. I will tell ..nothing But I doubt...your li-itlle pet...will survive long.ah..arg’ he taunted.

Arthur silently nodded his thanks to Leon’s swift action, and schooled himself, adjusting his tunic and picking up his forgotten weapon off the ground. He moved and turned away from this horrible human being. Whatever Morgana touched lost all light; and became darkness.

‘You WILL talk’ he replied, motioned Percival to get the tools needed to make the man talk.

Unexpectedly, something appeared on the ex knight’s forehead. It glowed blue, bright blue. It reminded Arthur of something...familiar. He wondered if it was his overreacting imagination, but judging from his mates, he wasn’t the only one. The combined stares he got made Harold uncomfortable: ‘What?’

The young King’s eyes grew wide in understanding. It hit him! The spell had worked, which meant.
He took out Merlin’s red scarf which glowed as intensely as the mark in front of him. The bastard did know where Merlin had been, but why was Merlin essence’s known location be on this filth’s body? He didn’t understand.

‘YOU-’ he turned, more focused than ever, so close to answers, to Merlin ‘You know where Morgana keeps him? What have you done with him? Why would Merlin’s essence be on you!’ he questioned furiously.

Their prisoner was confused as to what they were talking about, but he had an idea. The boy’s essence..Oh! Know he knew exactly what that spell was looking for. ‘OH! That is rich! You used magic to find your boy? I guess his essence would be all over me, with what I did, it sure left a beautiful mark’

‘You hurt him, then. Merlin’s experience must have been traumatic for the blood to react in such a way’ stated Leon, arms crossed. Glancing at his King, he said: ‘That would explain the mark responding on him, my Lord. Didn’t Gaius say blood, soul or bodily fluids could help make the spell work?’

Leon had a point, but somehow his guts told him another thing. He dreaded the answer. Merlin must have endured so much pain. He knew Merlin could be as strong as them, so what could Morgana and this asshole do to make Merlin panic so.

Harold knew this was the perfect moment to gloat his exploits. ‘ Yeah I hurt him. We had fun. But, who said it’s only his blood I have on me? You should have seen him ahha’

Now he had their attention.

‘What else could there be? Gaius said blood, bodily...f-luids..’ wondered Elyan.

Bodily fluids….Fluids… somehow those words echoed in Arthur’s head. Fluids as in tears,...sweat and…… It.. could not be. Arthur’s eyebrows frowned at the discovery, the color left his face which didn’t go unnoticed by the villain in the room.

‘AAAhhh! You finally figured it out?’ teased the injured mess in the middle of the room. The knights took one look at their lord to finally make the connection he had made on his own. Semen was a bodily fluid. The only way Harold could have come in contact with Merlin’s semen would have been...would be...would..be

Arthur refusing to believe it, shut his eyes tight, his hand hovering over his face, pacing around the room frantically.

‘No..No.no.no! You can’t...Merlin..why...’ he felt salty tears drop on his quivering lips. This was all his fault. If he hadn’t screamed at Merlin; he would have never left in the first place. There’s no way Merlin would feel comfortable around him, not after the ordeal he went through. Harold deserved more than death itself, so did his sister. Why use Merlin, when it was him they wanted revenge on.

‘YOU RASCAL, how could you!!’ screamed the taller enraged knight Percival. He couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

‘ You wanted me to talk, right? I can say the boy whined like a wrench in heat. Begged for my cock I tell you. I see now why you kept him around, the lips on that face..GOD! Best blowjob I ever had. He cried a bit too much for my liking, but hey beggars can’t be choosers right?’ he kept taunting them.

‘Stop...’ whispered silently the anguished young man.Harold ignored the order.

‘ His tight little hole was leaking with my come when I was done with him. Kept wanting more. Guess you didn’t do it for him, hmm?

‘No more’ Arthur’s nails were digging holes into his palm with the strength of his clenching fists. His ears were bleeding with sorrow, heart breaking at every image that conjured into his mind of Merlin’s suffering.

Harold kept on going, enjoying the torment in the King’s face while his knights stood there, unmoving, baffled by the horrors they heard.
‘ I admit he wasn’t very eager at first, but nothing a few hits can’t fix. I did you a favor in teaching the boy some lesson. It turns out he knows how to walk on his knees.’

THAT was it for Arthur. That was the last straw. He jumped wants more on the man, this time holding the ruffled fabric of his bloody tunic.

‘You’ll pay for that. You are a disgrace, and you will die a traitor’s death. You will burn in hell and Morgana will join you!’ he shoved the man backward, knocking him out on the cold floor.

He straightened his outfit, looking with no remorse at the bloody mess on the stable’s floor

‘ My Lord...I’m sorry’ lowered his head, Leon put a hand on his commandant shoulder in sympathy. ‘ We will find him and get justice’

Still unsettled, Arthur’s large muscled body shook in the aftershock of this news. They had to find Merlin very fast, before Morgana destroyed his cheerful self with her darkness. Sadly, he couldn’t yet murder Harold, they needed him for the next part of their plan.

‘T-Thank...you Sir Leon, let’s retreat for now. Leave the keys of the chains, and wait for that fool to wake up’
‘Yes, my Lord’ they all exclaimed leaving the poor sod bleeding on the cold, dirty ground.

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The sound of the soft wind and the smell of horse dung woke him up as he lay bound on the floor. Sir Harold, knight of Lady Morgana, regained his senses slowly. His face was bashed in: black eyes, crack lips, bruises forming a blueish spot on his marred light tanned skin, Dry, crisp red colored lines painted his tired face. He dared to look around the abandoned stable.

Was the King a fool leaving him here without guards? Did he think him unable to escape? Once again this stupid idiot of a King thought himself better than him. He would show him, he just had to find a way out of those chains and back to his Lady. She would heal him and make them pay.

As he turned and squirm to move away from that cracked chair, he stumbled onto something. Cling…. The sound of metal vibrated in his ears. Keys!

Finally managing himself out of those cuffs, he rubbed his chafed wrists carefully. He stumbled a bit, losing his balance as he looked through the cracks of the shack. His broken leg would make things longer, but he would make it away from this dump.

Making his way out, so focused on reporting to his Lady, he never realized the shadows mirroring his steps into the enchanted forest, following him in hope to rescue their awaiting friend Merlin and get revenge for their fallen comrade.
‘We’re finally coming Merlin, don’t lose hope’ said softly Arthur as they used the cover of the night and trees to follow their ‘escaped prisoner’

To be continued....
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