'No Man Is Worth Your Tears, Merlin'
The voice came quietly and broken from Arthur's left. He whirled around and his eye's found Merlin. Beautiful Merlin, with all his loyal and wonderful ways. He was propped up against a jagged rock of the cave and his brow was covered in sweat. It was then that Arthur realised that he was holding his side and what seemed to be blood dripping from it.
He ran and stumbled towards Merlin, killing all the opposing knights on the way. He never thought there'd be a day when his knights would be fighting those of Morgana's. He felt a stab of guilt and sorrow when he thought of her and wondered what had happened to make her become this hateful. He reached the rock where Merlin was slouched, his shoulders now drooping and his breath labouring.
Arthur ripped part of his red sleeve from his arm and carefully pulled Merlin's blood stained hand away. He gasped when he saw the whole of Merlin's right side oozing blood. Merlin made a chocked sound which brought Arthu