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A voice whispered into Merlin's ears as he slept safe in his bed, away from Morgana and her tower-or so he thought.
"Merlin, Merlin.." Her voice haunted his mind and he thrashed in his sleep.
"Leave, go away..."
Erie laughter filled his head. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Stop it! Leave!"
More cruel laughter.
Suddenly flashes of images filled his head.
Dead Gaius,Dead Hunith.,
His father's death all over again, and Will's death, Freya's, and Lancelot's.
Then Gwen's, and Gwaine and the rest of the knights.
And finally, the worst, Arthur; dead in his arms.
He finally shouted and his eyes snapped wide open with horror.
Gaius ran into his room.
"Merlin? Merlin!" He raced to the young man's body and saw Merlin's eyes were wide opened, but his body was still. Gaius's hands shook as he touched Merlin's face and then felt for a pulse.
"No," he gasped and collapsed next to the bed. "No..."
There was no pulse, Merlin appeared to be very dead.
But in fact it was just the opposite. Merlin couldn't be more live, he was just unable to prove it...
Arthur looked up at his table when he saw a worn down Gaius enter the room.
"Gaius, what is it?"
Gaius stared at the king with regretful, and aged, eyes.
"I believe, sire, " he whispered, his voice choked. "That Merlin is dead."
Arthur stood next to Merlin along with Gwen and the knights.
There wasn't a dry eye in the room.
"Send word to his mother," said Arthur, his voice steady. "She needs to know."
"I'll do it," volunteered Gwaine.
Arthur nodded as he continued to stare at his old faithful manservant.
"We'll put him in a boat that'll take him to Albion," he decided. "We won't burn him."
"Arthur?" Gwen questioned and Arthur shook his head.
"I don't know why, I just feel like it's wrong. I would...I would like some time alone with him now."
"Of course, sire."
They all left.
Merlin laid there, trying to move, and trying to speak, but he was trapped in his own mad mind that Morgana had created for him.
Images of Arthur's death replayed on repeat.
And yet he heard,and saw, Arthur alive.
Why was this image affecting him like this?
"Arthur, I'm alive! Don't give up!" He tried to tell Arthur, but nothing happened.
He kept on shouting Arthur's name over and over again as Arthur spoke his regrets.
"I'm sorry's," coming from Arthur's mouth and that made him more desperate to have Arthur realize he was alive.
And then finally Arthur bent over and kissed him on the forehead and left, leaving Merlin trapped in his own mind, and unable to get out while wondering if anyone would find out in time. If anyone would rescue him or if he would be alone for all eternity.
Which is exactly what Morgana had wanted.
She watched from a crystal ball in her tower and truly smiled for the first time in years.
Her plan was finally happening.