Hello again! another Fem!Merlin fic for you
So at the moment I am doing my GCSE exams and I can't update my other fics, so I decided I would post One-shots and small fics, this is one of these and will be a two to three-shot fic. XD
This is kind of graphic and the tiniest bit gory.

DISCLAIMER:IDOM :'( (OR DO I...MWHAHA!)

A group of Knights, their King and a Maidservant rode through the forest which surrounded Camelot, they're speed a leisurely trot as they bickered between each other.

The King had received reports of bandits terrorizing villages in search of something or rather someone...
The reports and eyewitnesses all describe the same, men would swarm the village, ransacking each house in search of something, and when nothing was found the houses where set on fire, and the cowardly thugs ran leaving devastation, death and suffering.
The King decided instantly to put a stop to the ruffians path of destruction and so he, his most trusted knights, a further 15 more Knights and his Maidservant set off in order to put a stop to the bandits.

They rode for a further 30 minutes, before the blonde King raised his leather covered hand signalling them all to stop.
"Sire?" Sir Leon questions.
"Can you smell that?" He asks his men (and woman).
"Smoke..." His Maidservant comments.
"Indeed...Men, On me!" He exclaims nudging his horses side making it to jump into a Canter, its hooves sinking into the soft mud beneath its feet.
The Kings Maidservant was the first to follow, kicking her horse into a Canter, following her Master until her horse ran beside his.

Leon POV:
"Indeed...Men, On me!" Arthur shouts over his shoulder as his horse takes off into a Canter, striding towards the smell which the smoke was situating from.
Merlyn instantly kicks on her horse following Arthur as I knew she would.
I knew she loved Arthur and he her, it was evident to all who had eyes, well that was all except them.
It had been several years now as one of Arthur's Knights and through the years I had watched the love Arthur and Merlyn shared grow to a impossibly strong bond, one only death could ever rob them of.
I watch a smile on my face as Merlyn reaches his side, the contrast between the two making them a striking couple, she had dark hair while he had light, he was broad she slim, she had defined high cheekbones his more manly and strong structured, he was strong and muscled, she slight and delicate.
Although she looked weak and fragile, all who are familiar with her knew she was not.
She was brave, selfless and kind with a impossibly large heart.
She, when the couple realised the love they shared, would make a great Queen for Camelot.
Her compassion, fearlessness, humour and her gentle ways making her the perfect wife for Arthur, the perfect match for him.
I turn to the other knights, all of us sharing smirks and knowing glances before kicking our own horses into a Canter, following behind the couple.

Merlyn POV:
My black, long raven hair trailed behind me as the wind blew through it, my delicate hands gripping the reins as I led my horse to Arthur's side.
"Nice of you to join me" I hear Arthur shout over his shoulder a wide smile gracing his handsome face.
"Well you had a head start!" I yell back over the wind.
"It was merely a few seconds, I would hardly call it a head start!" He utters back.
"You are such a dollop-head!" I laugh as we approach the tree edge of the forest, where the trees thinned out suggesting a village or a clearing was near, and by the looks of the smoke coming from ahead it was a village.
As we neared the edge of the trees Arthur slows his horse pulling on its reins, until we once again trotted along.
Soon the other's caught up, trotting behind us, horses snorting.
Then the village came into view.
Cottages where blazing with fire, peoples homes on fire.
"Arthur! They have already fallen victims to the bandits! We have to help them!" I exclaim already jumping off of my horse Arthur at me heels as we rush to help the village.

The fires where spreading fast, from home to home destroying homes, burning the innocent villagers, the smell of burning flesh a hindering odour in the once fresh country air.

"Help get the villagers out! We worry about the fire after!" Arthur orders, running to the nearest cottage, ordering the villagers to stay clear of the fires and to take refuge in the forest.
We, the Knights and I, all follow Arthur's lead telling villagers to get to safety and from the strengthening fire's reach.

"Please, go. Get to safety!" I tell a man who was standing, shocked and shaken outside a house, he was holding his to his chest his eyes clouded with pain.
"Sir? Are you okay?" I ask, hesitatingly.
"I..I...don't know.." He whispers.
"Are you hurt?" I question the trembling man.
"I..I...think so..burnt my hand" He answers his eyes darting around like a frightened animal.
I carefully and slowly, to prevent scaring the already fearful man, and lifted his quivering hand, inspecting his burnt hand.
"Its a minor burn, Should heal in a couple of weeks, when you get the chance wrap it in a bandage and make sure you clean in to prevent infection. Now go!" I tell him and he nods his head, thanking me before he strides away.
I watch as he runs to the trees, following the rest of his village, fading into the trees, his body turning into a blur.

It was then I heard it.
A distant cry of a babe, muffled by the cracking of the fire and the sounds of screaming people.

It came from inside the cottage I was stood in front of, and I act instinctively, running towards the cottage, throwing open the door, too concentrated on saving the innocent babe trapped in an oven of fire to realise the pain which licked at me as the glowing flames lingered on my pale skin.
I put all my concentration into listening to the babe's terror filled crying.
I run into a burning room, following the sounds of the crying babe.
I stop to listen, the crying had stopped.
No it cant be dead. I think tears prickling in my eyes.
Then the sounds of crying erupted into the room and I sigh in relief as my eyes scan the burning room frantically trying to find the baby but no infant was in sight.
The cries got louder as I walked forwards, until I arrived a a bed, the end of it burning with fire, the blankets a source of fuel as it travels up.
I ignore the nearing flames and I throw the blankets away, revealing the infant.
A baby girl crying, unharmed and wrapped in sheets, hidden away.

Arthur POV:
I was running around to each cottage, shouting for the Villagers, who hadn't already, to run into the woods and take shelter until the fires where out.
I was so concentrated on the task at hand I did not realise Merlyn no longer followed.
It was only when a blur of black hair and pale skin catches my eyes, and I watch in complete horror as Merlyn runs into a flame engulfed cottage, was when I realised.
"MERLYN!" I shout a wave of protectiveness and panic taking over my body as I sprint to follow her inside the burning cottage.
I get to the door my arm already up to push the wooden door open and rush inside when two pair of strong arms grab me, holding me back, blocking me from helping her.
"Merlyn's in there! I Have to help her! Please" I plead struggling with all my strength against Percival and Gwaine.
"We can't let you go in there. Your the King, Arthur! You have responsibilities, a kingdom to run!" I hear Leon exclaim from behind me.
"Please..I..I cant let her die!" I beg the arms which held me back seemed to loosen for a moment, as if they were hesitating, questioning themselves to let me go, but they did not.
I had to stand there, watching the orange flames grow higher, smoke surrounding the small cottage knowing the person I loved was in there, possibly dying, burning aliv-
Woah...Hang on now.. Love? Merlyn? I thought, the words circling around my head, whizzing around as if taunting me.
It was at that moment I realised.
I was in love with Merlyn.

Merlyn POV:
I grab the babe gently from the bed, as the burning flames reached where the babe previously lay, the fiery flames painfully caressing my delicate hand.
I, as quickly as I could, wrapped the still whimpering infant into the safety of my jacket, hiding her away from the flames and the toxic smoke which spread across the cottage.
I turn, running through the cottage again trying to make my way out of the burning cottage, coughing harshly as the deadly smoke attempts to choke me, filling my lungs with Carbon monoxide.
Coughing as I went, holding the baby girl close to my chest with one arm, the other holing my scruffy blue neckerchief to my mouth blocking as much fumes as I could, as I stumble along to find the door that one was clear to see, but now a mist like layer of smoke blocked my vision, making it near impossible to see what was a few centimetres in front of me.
As I stumble my way through the unseeing smoke, my foot comes into contact with something soft and I nearly go sprawling to the floor but as my hand which covered my mouth, reaches out to balance my body in comes in contact with the hard walls of the cottage.
Once I was steady again, the baby still safely tucked into my jacket, I look down, the smoke seemingly thinner at the outer part of the room and let out a scream at what I see.
Two bodies lay on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding their pale, lifeless bodies.
Their unseeing eyes blankly looking to the burning roof.
My mouth lets out a scream of both shock and terror as my eyes meet the woman's glazed over ones.
Her body lay bruised on the cold floor, a deep bloody gash across her stomach, revealing her insides, making my stomach roll making me want to puke up my breakfast.
He on the other hand looked even worse, bruises covered his face, dried blood crusted on pale skin, his once warm, life filled flesh swollen and abnormal and gaping wounds covered his body.
"Oh god..." I utter, a hand over my mouth as I move away from the dead couple, my stomach churning.
I clutch the precious cargo closer to my shacking body, my brain now realising, the couple who lay lifeless on the was most likely the parents of the babe I held close.
I quickly retreat from the bodies, rushing to find a way out, the faces of the two poor victims engraved in my brain.
"Arthur!" I choke out the smoke making it hard to breath, the sound lost over the sounds of the crackling fire.
I whimper as the flames touch my arm, and I blindly run through the opaque smoke.
"ARTHUR!" I shout again, my desperation somehow making my voice louder... or was it the gold flash of my eyes?
"MERLYN?!" I hear his answer, his voice guiding me as I stumble along.
I let out a scream of shock and pure pain as a burning, white hot pain travels up my leg and I nearly crumple to the floor, but the cries the baby let out made me plough on.
"MERLYN!" Arthur's voice screams, shacking with emotion, and to my utter relief and joy it came from less than a meter away.
I sprint then, towards his voice as if it was my guardian Angel leading me to safety.
I feel my out stretched hand collide into hard, slightly burning wood and I scramble to find the doors handle.
"Arthur.." I mutter, breathing seemingly becoming more and more impossible, arms starting to weaken in their search for the handle.
As my eyes start to flutter, the lack of much needed oxygen making my brain tiered and my body to grow impossibly slow and slump onto the door, hand still lazily searching, hopelessly for the handle, the other clinging to the babe, the hot wooden door suddenly bursts open.
I slump forwards into a hard chest.
"Oh God Merls..." His voice whispers.
"I'm okay..." I cough my voice raspy from the intake of smoke.
"Merlyn...Your trembling! You are not Okay!" He exclaims his strong hands on my hips holding me up.
"What where you think-" He starts broken off by the cry of the baby which lay curled into my body.
Arthur lets go of me in surprise and my legs crumble, the sturdiness of Arthur gone making my body fall in exhaustion. After I was securely balanced on my knees I carefully unwrap the once again crying baby, taking him in my arms, cooing at her, rocking her in my arms trying to shush her.
"I'm sorry, baby girl..." I whisper remembering the lifeless faces of the people who surely where her Mother and Farther.
Tears started to gather in my eyes as she fell silent, sleeping peacefully in my arms, blissfully unaware of her parents cruel endings.
The thought of the beautiful babe I held growing up parent less breaking my heart.
"Merlyn?" I hear Arthur ask, his hands suddenly on my cheeks wiping away the tears that streaked my cheeks.
"They're dead, Artie...So pale and lifeless" I sob collapsing into his already open arm's, the barely 3 month old babe cradled into my chest as his arms wrap protectively around us.

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