[not my edit, sorry for the writers block guys. Ugh. Well, here's a fun chapter. Nightmares nightmares. So many nightmares. 😄]

Arthur POV:

Arthur laid down on his makeshift cot, signing weakly and closing his eyes.

He almost immediately fell into a numbing sleep, the first thing that he realized was... the painful darkness. It was painfully dark, Arthur waved his hand inches from his eyes, the only thing that told him he wasn't imagining it was the slight and extremely weak breeze hitting his face. He looked around and that's when he heard it.

"ARTHUR!" He looked around and realized, he was he was standing at the end of a hallway in camelot, leading to the throne room. He started to run, he continued to hear his name being called. On the second yell, he realized. It was Merlin yelling. His blood froze and he stilled.

"Merlin... MERLIN!" He started running, continuously yelling his beloved Merlins name. He burst into the throne room, he wanted to vomit when he saw what greeted him. Merlin was laying on the floor, propping himself up on one elbow. His entire body was covered in blood, bruises and the brunette had the most horrified look on his eyes. Merlin scattered backwards, horrified. Arthur looked down and realized that there was blood everywhere. A sword in one hand, blood covering both of his hands, from his hands- his palms and to his elbows.

"Arthur.. P-Please don't hurt me anymore. Please." Arthur was horrified at what he'd just heard. His beloved, his sorcerer, his former servant, his Merlin, was begging him not to hurt him anymore. Begging him. Arthur dropped the sword, the clattering made both the blonde and the brunette flinch. Arthur ran forward, reaching towards Merlin, who flinched away with an absolutely horrified look in his eyes.

Arthur slammed his eyes shut, praying for this horror to go away.

He opened his eyes again, only to see an even more horrifying thing.

All the Knights were strapped to tables and such, Merlin was too. A knife was sticking up out of Percival and Gwaine's chests, merlins wrists were sliced open, blood still drenching his sleeves, Leon was still alive, gasping and clutching to life that would eventually escape him, steal his air from his lungs. The blood was sickening, the entire room smelled like copper coins, rusted metal.

It was utterly sickening.

Oh god, it was sickening.

Arthur couldn't believe it, the horrified looks carved into Gwaine, Percival and Merlin's faces, terrifying.

Arthur shot up from his cot, sweat causing his shirt to sick to his chest and entire body. It was still sickening. The images, carving themselves into his eyes, Arthur closed his eyes, only to see it under his eyelids. Gwaine and the others were watching him, questioning looks being shot at him.

Arthur shook his head, as if saying 'its fine, in fine.' The blonde king stood up and began to walk around the perimeters of the small camp, his eyes wandering to the sky, the stars shining brightly and almost immediately making Arthur think of his beloved Merlin, the nightmares forgotten. For now.

Sorry for the hiatus guys, high school, writers block and being sick for three days don't mix! I promise, I'll try to update more often!! 😊