Merlin woke early to the fading moon sending shimmering strings of light through his window. He stared at the plain ceiling trying to move the dark cloud of thoughts and lock them away. A thin swirl of wind seeped in through the open window, ruffling his hair.
He remembered Arthur asking him, after the Dorocha had been defeated, why Merlin hadn't been afraid of the Dorocha when they had no fire and were about to die. He remembered Lancelot asking him why he was so eager to die for Arthur, destiny or not. He'd shrugged, muttered something about destiny because the truth was too horrific.
Swiftly, he swung his legs out of bed and stumbled around his dimly lit room until he found his clothes. Anything to distract him from his thoughts.
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As Clear As Blood (A Merlin Fan Fiction)
FanfictionCOMPLETE 'It was icy, and the water pulled him under and soaked him in coldness so his body went numb, Merlin continued swimming down the lake until he realised he could no longer see, no longer feel, no longer hear. No longer breathe.' On a huntin...
