Hey guys, it's SERIOSLYNICK here, bringing you chapter 2 of Reminiscing of her. Yea, I know, I wasn't thinking of making a chapter two, but I couldn't resist. I hope you all enjoy, please review.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.

_Start_

Arthur awkwardly leaned back. So, this 'Freya' was dead, and she was Merlin's love. What do I do now? Arthur was at a lost. He made Merlin tell him, so all this was his fault. I should try to make it up to him. Arthur thought. He glanced at Gwen, his wife. She looked surprised, too. She probably just thought that Merlin was seeing a living girl. Not her grave.

"I should do something, shouldn't I?" Arthur asked her.

Gwen looked unsure of herself. "I'm sure all he needs is a little alone time." She softly said.

Arthur shook his head. "No, I need to do something." He declared. Arthur stood quickly, knocking over his chair, and raced out the door to find Merlin.

"Arthur!" Gwen called, but he was already out the door.

_Break_

"Merlin!" Arthur called, but got no reply. Come on, Merlin! Arthur couldn't find him, and it was driving him mad. "Merlin!" He yelled as he came across another corridor. No reply. Finally, Arthur realized that Merlin would probably be in his room.

After reaching the door to Gaius' chambers, he knocked. "Hello?" Gaius' voice answered.

"It's me. Arthur." Arthur said in reply.

Gaius opened the door. "To what do I owe this pleasure, sire?"

Arthur strolled in the room. "Have you seen Merlin?" He asked.

Gaius frowned. "No, is there something wrong, sire?" Gaius asked.

Arthur shook his head. "No, I'm just looking for him." Arthur replied. "Well, I must be going. Places to see, people to meet," He paused. "Servants to find." Arthur walked out the door. Where could that man be?

Eventually, Arthur found himself outside. He slowly walked down the stairs toward the stooped figure of Merlin. Arthur could hear his sniffles.

"Merlin." Arthur said gently.

If Merlin heard him, he gave no indication that he did. "Merlin!" Arthur tried again.

Merlin sat straighter and stopped his sniffling. "What do you want?" Merlin asked quietly.

Arthur sat down next to his friend. "How did she die?" Arthur asked him.

Merlin looked down as if deep in thought. A couple teardrops hit the ground. "S-she was killed. A-a knight of Camelot." Merlin finally said.

Arthur gave a start. "W-what? That's impossible! Why would they want to kill her?! Was she some criminal?" Arthur fiercely asked.

Merlin took a deep breath. "No." He said. Merlin shook his head. "She was no criminal. Wrong place at the wrong time."

Arthur awkwardly patted Merlin's back. "What happened?" He softly asked.

Merlin looked up at him. "T-the knights were looking for a sorcerer in the woods. S-she was just gathering herbs for dinner when the knights found her. They-they killed her, because they thought she was the s-sorcerer." Merlin explained tearfully.

Arthur felt bad. One of his knights killed Merlin's lover. And from what he knew about Merlin, this was probably his only love. He would have to make it up to Merlin somehow. Maybe give him the day off.

Immediately, Arthur knew what had to be done. "Come on, Merlin. Get up." Arthur ordered as he got up.

Merlin slowly got up. "I-is there something I must do?" Merlin asked. Arthur winced. His friend expects him to give him an order, right after explaining how the love of his life died from one of his own knights.

"Correct." Arthur stated. "I need you to prepare for a three-day journey. Have the horses prepared and supplies collected. Tomorrow we ride at first light to the lake of Avalon." Arthur announced.

Merlin looked at him in shock. "R-really?" Merlin asked.

"Really." Arthur confirmed.

Merlin got up excitedly. "A-alright sire!" And Merlin went up the stairs, probably to pack.

Arthur sighed to himself. At least he was able to make it up to Merlin.

_Break_

Merlin felt terrible.

He had not yet recovered fully from the poisoning from Morgana, and was physically exhausted. Now he was forced to remember Freya, and that certainly doesn't contribute to good health. What makes it worse, was the fact he just lied to his best friend. Arthur may not be the best of friends, but at least he is truthful. All Merlin does is lie. He lies about his magic, the dragon, the real reason Morgana turned evil, and how Freya actually died.

Arthur killed her.

He didn't mean too, necessarily. He, technically, did want her dead, but that was because she was cursed. Cursed to become a terrible monster at midnight. He wasn't thinking, he just knew that the monster in front of him was killing his people, and he could not allow that. So, with one fatal slash, he condemned the beast to death. Freya along with it.

It was nice Arthur was going to take him to Avalon, but unnecessary. All it would do is bring back memories. It was a nice thought, but it would bring more harm than good. But Merlin accepted the invitation. He thought it was rude to decline the invitation, and would make Arthur feel ashamed at himself. Merlin knew how his mind worked. If Arthur couldn't make it up to him, it would ruin him. He would feel incredibly guilty and it would weigh on his mind, burdening him.

That's another reason Merlin felt bad. He didn't want to burden Arthur with the responsibility of her death. Merlin, in good conscience, could not do that. He just hoped Arthur would forget about her. Oh well, now he will just have to act like he forgives Arthur. Because, truthfully, Merlin still blames him.

_Finish_

Really bad ending, I know, but this is it. I am not planning to make another chapter. I hope you enjoy, please review. Visit my other stories, check those out too.