Blue eyes snapped open as a deep, earthy smell filled Arthur's nose. He couldn't breathe. It felt like there was something pressing down on him, suffocating him. He tried to lift his arms but the walls of gritty dirt were strong. He twisted his hands so his palms were facing upwards and pushed. Soil fell onto his face but he kept pushing until he saw the light. Was he dying? Was this heaven, beckoning him towards eternal rest? Or was this hell? The light leading to a worse life? Arthur didn't know, he just knew he had to get out of this grave. The more he pushed the more light there was and the more dirt fell onto his face, sticking to his eyelashes. Eventually, he broke the surface like a swimmer, and poked his head up, inspecting his new surroundings. He seemed to be on top of a hill that overlooked a lake. In the distance, he could see a town and wondered whether this was Camelot. It didn't look like it. It was familiar land, and yet it was strange to him. New sounds, new smells, new sights. He wondered where Merlin was, and why he had awoken in this strange new world without his trusty servant.
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Demons and Angels// Merthur
RomanceThis is to all the fans who cry every day because Merlin never got another series. This is story is about Arthur rising and Merlin falling. Every spell is written in Latin. There is some smut.
