"MERLIN!" James desperate voice rang through the halls of Camelot.
As soon as Merlin heard the voice of his younger brother he dropped the papper he was holding and ran as fast as possible.
When he got there he nearly broke down.
James had someone in his lap.
And that someone was his mother.
/AN: OH HI THERE
(if there is anyone reading this)
yes, it was this short. but i read somewhere that writings are like painting. they are all special in their own way, if they have much details or nearly none. and i felt like this is what i wanted to do:)
and this was also a kinda THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS! W H A T?
sorry for being so unactive../
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