Merlin and Arthur-Two Sorcerers

Nightmares and Visions

Merlin POV

We are now in the forest. It took us a long while to get here, due to the fact that we have no means of transportation other than walking. Our supplies are dwindling. We now have one apple, and a half loaf of staling bread. Soon, Arthur and I will have to go out and hunt for more food.
The guards are relentless in the pursuit of following us. They almost caught us twice, both times I had to help Arthur control his magic. With the exception of when he gets angry, he completely refuses to use magic. Eventually though, he will have to learn. I will not always be with Arthur to stop him from doing something dangerous and that is what worries me.
I still have not told him about my magic yet. I will tell him soon, I promise myself that.
We crash in a clump of trees in the middle of the woods. I am not particularly afraid of the animals finding us, most just seem to ignore me, courtesy of being Emrys. I slide down and lean against a tree, shivering in the cold. I could start a fire, but I don't have a flint. I could also use magic but Arthur doesn't know that. I have given the blanket to Arthur, I think he needs it more than I do.

"Merlin." I know what Arthur is going to say. "You need to warm up. I'll be fine without one tonight. You look really tired."
I really could use that blanket. But the truth is, if I take it, there is a big chance I will fall asleep. And if I fall asleep, the nightmares will come. I inadvertently shiver. Gaius did not know what to do about them, when I was with him. He gave me every kind of sleeping draft in human existence, but they just won't stop coming. And they are all bad. Visions, terrible, terrible dreams, death, destruction. They are all there. So, no, the blanket is more for my benefit. I can't accept it. It is all just too much.

"No Arthur. You need to more than I do. You are the prince after all." He frowns at me. He does not like it when I play the prince card. It is just like rubbing salt in a wound. Reminding him of all he has just lost.

"Two can play the prince game Merlin. If I am indeed a prince, you can not oppose my wishes. Take the blanket and get some rest. Tomorrow will be a long day."
I sigh. Fine. If he wants to condemn me to a nightmarish sleep, than so be it. I take the blanket and he smiles slightly. I snuggle up under it, and almost immediately fall into a restless sleep.

-------Vision-------

Freya smiles up at me. Gosh. I didn't know how much I missed her. I run into her and pick her up in my arms, burying my head in her hair. I inhale her scent. It has a lavender feel and it reminds me of our time together in Camelot, although I have no idea why. Eventually I coax myself out of her comfort and take in my surroundings. We are at the lake of Avalon, where I sent her off, to a new destiny, to a new life. Where I let her go, but not truly. She gives me another smile, even more wonderful than the first.

"Freya. You have no idea how much I have missed you. I love you so much. So, so much." She looks at me. Her eyes are sad.

"I have missed you too Merlin. I love you more than you could possibly ever imagine. But now, sadly, is not the time. I have come to warn you. Arthur must control his magic. You must guide him and eventually reveal your most closely guarded secret to him as well. Dark times are approaching. Morgana's forces are growing in size and strength. If you do not act, Camelot will fall."

"But Freya. Camelot wishes us dead. If Arthur and I were to return, we would be killed eventually."

"I understand my love. But that is for you to figure out. There is one more thing. Something that could make or break the future of Camelot. I will tell you Merlin. Heed my words carefully.-" she stands on her tiptoes to whisper to me and I prepare for her soft voice to tickle my ear. But it never comes. She gasps and I look down. There is a twisted, sharp knife protruding from her stomach, sending blood everywhere. My shirt, my hands, her beautiful, once white dress, is soaked in it. She crumples in my arms and I scream.
She can't die again. No!!! No!!! No!!! She can't leave me. Not after I get to see her again. I feel for a pulse. Nothing.

I scream again and the last words I hear belong to neither me or Freya:
"Naughty, naughty aren't we my dear. I cannot have you go giving out my secrets now can I? It would spoil everything." Morgana.

----------Awake----------

Arthur POV

The first half of the night was all quiet. The eventual moan from Merlin. A rustle of a leaf nearby. Pretty much a normal night. Before Merlin fell asleep, he made me Promise to wake him up so I could get sleep. Now is as good a time as any. I stand, stretching a bit, and walk over to Merlin. I crouch down and touch his shoulder. I immediately draw it back. It is covered in sweat. I look closer at him and I see that he is shaking. I shake him, in an attempt to wake him up, but to no prevail. He suddenly screams and sits bolt upright. He scoots away from me hastily, not quite taking in his surroundings.

" Merlin. Merlin! You're alright now. Nothing is going to hurt you now. It was just a dream."
He shakes his head frantically, not believing me.

"No, Arthur! It was real. I know it was. She was going to tell me something. Something important. And then she was gone and there was blood. Too much blood. Where there should have been Freya."
He sobs and I look at him concernedly. I have never seen this part of Merlin before. I haven't ever taken the time to. I take one more look in his eyes and I can tell this was no ordinary dream. Something is seriously wrong here. I must be missing something. Merlin starts to sob and curls up, his head in his hands. I place a comforting hand on his shoulder. I know that I should not ask right now. But now that I look closely, the way that Merlin is taking this, it's as if he has experienced this kind of thing before.
I know I shouldn't ask but I do.

"Merlin... Is there something you are not telling me?"