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Chapter Fifteen: "Omega, Whether You Like It Or Not"

Warning(s): a/b/o, blood

Disclaimer: Merlin is not mine unfortunately

Bold is the Alpha voice being used.

Italics in "quotations" is past words or words that are being read in the person's head/thoughts.

Author's Note: Some sad Merlin shit

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Arthur was gone.

Arthur... Was gone.

The three that were left behind had sat there for minutes, silence seeping in as they did so. Merlin's face was pale, the energy and life ripped from his soul as he let the dawn of a new day rain down on his face, the droplets collided with his ongoing tears, not being able to withstand the agony of his fate. Of Arthur's fate. The Prince had fallen to pieces just like Merlin expected him to, the least he had done as a favour was spare his life... Only if Thora and Clement hadn't stopped him, however.

The two women stood silently, allowing Merlin his few minutes peace on the ground. It seemed they didn't quite know what to do, well... He did morally, but there was something quiet in his heart that told him he would die. Not as if he wasn't already. The Omega rose slowly, trembling as he stumbled to a straight position. Death was written in his eyes, and it was only of his own. Thora had frowned, beginning to speak. "What will you do now?" She asked softly.

Merlin's eyes shook, dilating and blurring every few seconds as he tried desperately to keep his vision clear. The sorcerer breathed heavily through the sound of the rain, taking a small step forward as he inhaled. Push through it, push through it, Merlin. A cry began to quiver in his throat, his knees buckling as he collapsed again. Thora and Clement rushed to his side, "Emrys!" They called out unintentionally.

That was it. Merlin was Emrys. The most powerful sorcerer to ever walk the Earth, an Omega... Here at his knees because he could not tolerate the pain. He had to get up.

"A-Arthur..."

"He's gone, Merlin."

"No, I–" The servant put his hand out to tell them to back away, getting up again and staggering. Clement reached her hands out to make sure he did not fall, frowning worriedly. "We have to get you to a Druid camp." Clement sighed, concerned as she watched him. Merlin shook his head quickly. "N-No, I... I cannot." He whispered, looking over to their make-shift abandoned campsite. Laying his eyes on the horse that stood eating grass, blinking away the rain as he summoned a plan.

A terrible plan at that.

"What can you do? There is nowhere to go, we have no help or anything, you can barely stand–"

"I-I... I am going to save that bloody kingdom." Merlin muttered in imitation of his love, pushing through finally as he made his way slowly over to the horses. Clement and Thora watched in shock, sharing their gaze dramatically before the Alpha followed after. "And what are you gonna do? Hm?" She questioned, Thora, hurrying alongside them. "It isn't safe Emrys!" She exclaimed. Angrily, Merlin flipped around, despite his slow speed and weighted shoulders. "What do you think, Clement? I am going to save Arthur, and kill Morgana."

"Merlin no–"

"I do not have a choice!" Merlin cried, his voice cracking as he managed to get to the horse, picking up a sword on the way. The Omega was grasping his stomach frantically, from the sickly feeling that had burdened his body, he now knew of its purpose. A confused Thora frowned and turned to look down at the placement of his hand, trying to understand. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she peered back up to Merlin. The Omega connected this gaze, both of them reading one another's mind as Thora's mouth fell open. Merlin quickly shook his head.