The rain was still beating a heavy tattoo on the ground and the windows of the castle. Arthur was still cross, but getting worried. He hadn't mentioned Merlin's absence to his father because he knew the king would never let him cause such a fuss over a lowly servant.
Arthur knew he had to go looking for Merlin; he didn't really have a choice. No one just disappeared into thin air, especially not his clumsy Merlin.
His Merlin.
He set off as soon as he had finished the knighting ceremony, without telling anyone, just as night had fallen and darkness settled like a spell on the long, black grass he rode through. He was soon drenched from the heavy rain. The moon was full and bright, giving Arthur enough light to search the lower town. Merlin was nowhere to be found.
Arthur set out to the woods, thinking that if he rode through the night he could search in the morning. He was just trying to make some form of shelter for his head from the rain with his cloak when his extremities began to tingle. He became hot all over, and suddenly very dizzy. Arthur swayed on his horse, determined to stay straddled, but a wave of nausea hit him like a tonne of bricks.
He lost consciousness as he fell from the horse's back and instinctively raised his arms to protect his head, but instead of falling on the soft forest ground, he kept on falling, falling, falling, on and on into thick, sickening blackness.
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When It Rains
FanficMerlin is Prince Arthur's clumsy manservant. When Merlin is captured and used to collect Camelots secrets, will Arthur crack under the cruel new way of interrogation? *Bromance. Gory. Completed.* (Cover art by me)
