Synopsis: During the Dorocha attack (at the start of season 4), Arthur, Merlin, and the Round Table Knights set off for the Isle of the Blessed to heal the veil between the two worlds. Merlin makes a sacrifice and Arthur worries. Merthur pairing, I don't own Merlin.

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3rd POV

"I have a bad feeling about this."
Those were the words that came out of the young warlock, Merlin's mouth. Currently, him, Arthur, and the Round Table knights were setting up camp in an abandoned castle to rest. They would continue their perilous journey to the Isle of the Blessed at first light. The Dorocha were running wild, and Merlin's magic was useless against them.

"Stop being such a girl, Merlin," joked Arthur Pendragon. The prince was trying to make light of the situation they were in. At the moment, all 7 men were sitting around a bonfire to keep away the Dorocha. But they needed more firewood. "We need more firewood." Arthur plainly said. "But there's only two torches between the 7 of us," Leon stated. "I'll go. It's not like any of you know how to collect firewood." Merlin joked. Arthur stood up, taking a torch. "I'll come with." He said, and the warlock did not argue.

While searching for firewood, Arthur couldn't help but smile every now and then at his lover. Who wouldn't when their boyfriend was that adorable? Merlin could feel Arthur looking at him, causing him to blush. He was thankful that it was dark outside, and so his blush could not be seen. "Merlin let me help you with some of that." Arthur offered. Merlin looked over at his prince and smiled. Before he had the chance to say anything, he could hear the faint shriek of the horrid Dorocha. Both he and Arthur shared a frightened look, and the shrieking became louder and louder.

Before either one of them knew it, they were running off without the firewood, desperately trying to escape the Dorocha. They hid in a storage room, finding protection by a stone column. Merlin saw that Arthur was shivering, and opened his arms. Arthur saw this, and gladly fell into place into his arms. "Merlin it's so cold." Arthur said softly. "I know. I don't know how long it'll be before we can escape but at least we're here together," he said softly into the head of blonde hair he adored greatly.

Arthur smiled, and they stayed in each other's embrace for a while. "If I'm made king one day, I'll have you made my royal consort. I don't want to live without you, Merlin," Arthur said seriously. Merlin smiled gently at that, planting a gentle kiss to his lover's cheek. "I know, Arthur. And I will gladly stay by your side," he said and then the moment was cut short by the shriek of the Dorocha. Arthur got up to face it, but Merlin was quicker. He pulled Arthur down, bravely facing the Dorocha. "Merlin, no!" Arthur cried, watching as the Dorocha hit Merlin square in his chest, sending him flying to the stone wall, falling into a heap on the floor.

Just then, Lancelot and the others burst in, holding the Dorocha off with the torch. When the dreaded spirit was gone, Lancelot handed Gwaine the torch. "What's happened?" He asked in concern for his warlock friend. "I don't know." Arthur said in concern. He was worried sick about his Merlin. Arthur knelt next to his lover, cradling his fragile body in his arms. Merlin's bright blue eyes were red at the brim, ice surrounding his pale face. He wasn't dead because his magic was keeping him alive. Arthur was panicking. Merlin sacrificed himself for Arthur. He knowingly almost got killed.

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Should I make a part 2 to this? So sorry it's been so long since I've done one of these, but I've been busy.