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“Merlin!” A voice echoed through his consciousness, urging him awake. “Merlin, please you need to wake up.” Beautiful brown eyes came into focus above him, eyes he thought he would never see again.
“Who did this to you?”
Merlin tried to think, how did he end up here? He vaguely remembers a battle, there was magic and then the King. Before he could focus his thoughts, he was pulled up and into a warm and wet embrace.
“I could feel you, I knew it wasn’t your time, I was ready to… I don’t know, I just couldn’t let you die.”
Merlin squeezed his eyes shut, images swept through his mind; crimson cloaks, Arthur telling him to run. He remembered the king's words, filthy sorcerer. Evil. He was running, his feet bare upon the harsh forest terrain, not sure where he was going. Then there was nothing.
He dismissed the memory to focus on the warm feeling of his love, because no matter what came before, he knew while in her arms he was safe.
