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Chapter Eighteen: "I Love you, Merlin"

Warning(s): a/b/o

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: Albios is almost like heaven in Celtic mythology, and since King Arthur and the Knights of the round table are part of Celtic mythology, it makes sense that Merlin would die and arrive in Albios.

Dubnos clearly being the opposite (underworld, hell etc.)

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It was quiet.

Merlin could feel his eyes were glued shut, the peaceful ache in his body that made him want to sleep for years. The sorcerer mumbled, stretching his hands from it's placement on his stomach. "Mm..." He parted his lips, taking a deep inhale whilst shifting in his position.

Nothing knotted his shoulders, or broke a string of connection; it was as if he was breathing in the salty, fresh sea water of the ocean, laying on a white beach, not risking or ruining his time.

Where was he?

A gasp escaped his mouth, batting open his eyes and gazing down at his stomach. As if pulled from sudden panicked state, he frowned at the sight of his body.

No blood.

The battle, he had almost forgotten. Morgana, her men, Uther, Mordred... He had been stabbed. Merlin tempered his brain, searching for the memories that lay vague in his mind.

It led him to here, what had happened. How exactly it had happened. Camelot was gone. Or at least, he was gone. The Kingdom would live on with Arthur, whether or not he would marry a woman or... Man.

But for some reason, he didn't feel the guilt or regret of it, the longing to be back in Arthur's arms. Maybe it was the effects of Albios.

Merlin hummed curiously, moving to sit up and taking a glance at his surroundings.

White.

It was all just... White, it spoke volumes of kindness. Merlin didn't feel any stress here, he was completely at peace, as it watching the tranquility of a lake.

Huh, he never expected Albios to be so empty, maybe something was to happen.

As he squinted at the whiteness, he looked for a certain answer, maybe a pathway... Door? It was difficult to see anything, if he stayed here when he was alive, it could make him go insane. There was no buzzing in his ear for the silence, and there was nothing around him.

If he weren't dead, he'd find it claustrophobic, but this place was so easily misconcepted. It was beautiful here, he felt peaceful in with it all, and there was almost a wind paling his skin, making him breathe in the freshness of his new life.

"Merlin."

The sorcerer flipped around to the sound of the voice, getting to his feet as he gasped. Standing perfectly still. A woman was a few paces in front of him now: brown hair, small, with a maidens outift on, her face wore a smile and amongst the purity of the lady's features, Merlin found familiarity in her eyes.

"M-Mother...?" He whispered, breathing in sharply as he pursed his lips again, tears brimming his eyelids. The two figures were void of speech for a moment, Hunith taking a step forward and then stretching out her arms, nodding for her son to come.