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Would you change the past for a better future? To be free of pain and just be... happy? If gotten the possibility. Alter a change in hopes of a fair life?

If given the chance, would you choose to change this life...

...

Douxie has been feeling out of sorts lately. And he'd wished he'd paid attention to it sooner if he'd dare to know what was at stake. What it would cost him if he let time run it's course. He should've jumped on the burning instinct the minute he felt it, the odd feeling, saying that something was very wrong.

...

He didn't get it until he had been on his way to his Master's library. Ever since Camelot took the fall, literally (although it was what was left of it) along with the Arthur and Morgana, Merlin had been cooped up in the place. Douxie doesn't know how the dusty particles and ancient scent hasn't bothered him already.

When it remained under Douxie's care as he swept it regularly, muttering to himself of Merlin's stuck advice's from within his head, it was very musty to say the least. Though he's never let the old man know it.

Really he gets why Merlin turned down every offer for a place to stay and simply tsked, bringing up a 'Merlin excuse that you'd have to clap your mouth shut to if you didn't want a long giving lecture' just to rest in the small fitted building of a library. In the day, he was mostly doing other stuff, away from the library. Which Douxie had to convince him of. He realized then that they were both similarly stubborn, in a way.

When he's walking on hot asphalt burning through his sneakers from the heating summer sun, Archie perched on his shoulder gazing away, he's about to open the door and stops. He doesn't know what it is. It's loud and nagging. Almost like white noise in his ear.

But it's buzzing so loudly that he's clasping both hands on his ears fast. Shutting his eyes so tight, and hands pressed tighter on his head and it gets even louder. But beyond- beyond the screeching that could explode his ear drums is another beat behind it. The pain is excruciating and he almost rips a scream if he hadn't been biting it back. He hears it. He knows it. It's present. More so than the weight that he should feel of Archie on him but he doesn't anymore, his familiar's voice blending into the sound. It's saying: ''This isn't real!'' A worried warning.

He doesn't know when his feet had gone out from under him, but he can feel himself sinking, then it's dark. White noise blanker than his vision.

...

When he's awake again, he's blinking up at a very ancient looking ceiling. Suddenly there are wet licks at his face and he hurriedly goes to push his familiar away gently. Happy for the familiar concern from his friend. "Finally, you're awake." He hears Archie admit.

Slowly he's sitting up, Archie trying to push him along to the bed head, he groans as silently so as to alarm Archie. Though that isn't necessary, he's alarmed enough. He sighs when he finally leans into the uncomfortable wood, but he really appreciates it this very minute. There are tall and wooden shelves on either side of the room, and straight ahead is a door. Created round from the top as the rest of it is rectangular shaped. Almost like an archway.

And he nearly jumps as it creaks open. "Merlin? Wha-"

"Finally, he's awake. Archibald why hadn't you informed me immediately?" No surprise there from that grumpy old voice. It's okay, he's used to it. Anything that Merlin could do to show he was concerned was always hidden by something that didn't look so concerning.