#new knights and sorcs of camalot who are all based vaugly on arthurian characetrs included

[tansyuduri]

I saw a wip game that just said tagging everyone so here ya go (Some Spoilers)

This is from the third fic in the series I am working on. Currently posting the middle fic (Which I wrote first) then you guys will get the prequal! then the Sequal this is from! “So we owe our lives to coffee?” Merlin could hear the conversation behind him as they exited the forest into a flowery paradise of several valleys connected by crystal bridges. In the distance, he could see a small group of trees and then above fog on a distant island just make out the top of what might be a hill where several of the beautiful silver and gold buildings thatched by white birds wings and intricately carved round roofs. There were a few such structures in other directions but Merlin was focused on this one in particular because it matched where the map said Arthur would be. It was however VERY far in the distance and it might take a good while to reach it. He grits his heath Forcing himself to breathe calmly

“Yes! We were falling asleep and then Merlin reached into the pack and pulled out the coffee that saved us!” Sebile told the others enthusiastically

As his boots pressed against the bejewleed ground that served as a road of sorts Merlin found himself thinking about the visions, drawing conclusions against his will. All of them had been images of real pasts by how it seemed. All of them except his. What did that mean? Was his… No, his couldn’t be the future. No. That couldn’t be. It had to have been planted by the Sidhe to trick and unnerve him, and it was working because a small part of his mind kept up the constant what if, despite his best efforts.

The sorcerer tried to distract himself by handing out energy bars to everyone as they crossed the first bridge but it was no use. That part of his mind was still wondering if this was a vision of the future. Because if it was a vision and his earlier fears were right about this entire thing involving destiny again, it meant there was nothing he could do to stop the vision from taking place. Arthur was about to die. Again. If he was not dead already

Merlin didn’t remember stumbling or falling to his hands and knees. But he found himself on them as they passed the bridge. The thread he was holding on with finally broke inside him. And he began to sob as a thousand years of knife wounds to the soul started to bleed. 

His fingers dug into the soil as his tears fell heavily onto one of the gemstones. Merlin could see Arthur dead body again in his mind. He could feel the likleyhood of it crushing him.

That white face in his mind’s eye and cold pale skin, It was strangling his heart. Ripping into him from the inside. (removed a bit because MEGA Spoilers) He remembered Arthur’s body in his armsin theh vision he had just had, visions like the ones he had always had that he could never stop from coming true. Merlin fell into the dark inevitability of it and sobbed. Unaware of his surroundingss, unaware of his mission, Just of the pain that was ripping him apart.

If time passed Merlin did not know how much in his haze of pain. But a deep part of him finally began to pull him together. Because even if Arthur's death was inevitable he had to try to stop it. Because even if Arthur was destined to die, Merlin would spend everything of himself to try to prevent it. It could still be a trick, he desperately hoped it was, but even if it wasn’t he knew what he had to do.

Merlin opened his eyes and looked up into Kei’s face, he could feel himself being carried.

"You're back, Elaine said you would be and Sebile explained what you saw in the vision, We figured you would not want to lose any time so kept going.”

Merlin felt a rush of gratitude toward his friends. Letting them come, facing things as a team, had been right. That had been proven many times now. 

“Please put me down.”