I know. I'm a horrible person who doesnt know how to get off her butt to freaking write this last chapter, but do not worry, the next story will be written up before I choose to

So I do have to say sorry, I have been very busy. I am very glad to say that this story is now finished, so say goodbye to it, and if you haven't followed me, and you really love this story it is recommended that you follow me, for I will eventually have a sequel to this story up adter Overtaken and Deception Saves All is finished. If you are a guest or someone who just doesn't think I', that

Don't kill me for Merlin's death... I am still shaken up from writing it, and it was no easier reading it again after writing it.

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Chapter thirty two- Loss

"He's gone." The king's voice was dead, the man so tense that it felt as if he was prepared for a fight. "It's my fault, I let him die." Gaius looked at the King through his grief-stricken face, unable to reply to the man before Gwaine jumped into the conversation.

"Who in the hell do you think made this happen?" Gwaine snapped from over at the fire. "If you could have just taken your head out of your ass then you could have possibly prevented this!" Arthur had his sword out and had lunged at Gwane before anyone realised what had happened. Gwaine yelled out in pain and Arthur's blood gleamed red as he was yanked away from the knight by Percival.

"Arthur, calm down." Percival yelled as Gaius ran to Gwaine to find that the sword had torn through the man's arm.

"Do you not think that I don't know his death was my fault?" He yelled, straining against the strong mucsles of his friend's arms. "I have my best friend's blood on my hands. MY DAMN HANDS!" He seemed to go limp in Percival's arms. "I-I can't ever make anything up to him, or at least-" His voice broke and he just hung his head, his sword clattering on the ground as Gaius tended to the other knoght's wounds, vilagers from the city suddenly strolling into their camp, Gaius releived to have something more to work with. They slowly moved Gwaine to a tent in the camp, a mile's ride from where they had been camped at, the King having been extremely unresponsive, and had eventually stopped even being able to look at anyone in the eye.

"Gaius, he won't respond.." Guinevere whispered, looking at her husband with worried eyes. Gaius looked over at the two and sighed.

"Allow me to finish working on Gwaine, My Lady." Gaius said, "I might just be able to save his arm, since I have managed to get to the injury in time."

"Of course Gaius." She said, looking at the unconsious knight with a worried look. "I don't think Gwaine will ever forgive him."

"Most likely not." Gaius sighed as he finished the last of the bandaging on Gwaine. "Though the main question is if Arthur will ever forgive himself, Gwen. I think he has fallen into a really deep state of shock." He walked up to Arthur, a sad look in his eyes.

"Arthur, it's not your fault, Merlin died for you, not because of you." Gaius murmured, Arthur not even responding, or flinching, or even blinking.

"Gaius.." Gwen mumured as he saw the man's shoulder's slump.

"There is only one way to fix this, Guinevere, and it will be hard for you to accept, but it's either we lose Arthur, or we protect his health so we can eventually get Camelot back." Gaius said.

A while later...

... After Arthur finally woke from his daze...

Arthur sat there, his head in his hands as he listened to the hushed murmurs of Gwen and Gaius, their faces were grief stricken, yet he could not fathom why. Even his very cheerful and annoying knight was somber and sullen. How could they not be at least happy that they found the whole of Camelot camping out in the Darkling woods? It was unbearable to him, and guilt riddled in his mind over having left the kingdom so defensless. He still couldn't remember why he chose to take his wife out hunting. It just made no sense, he couldn't understand why he would have made that choice, for he usually went alone. Their voices were extrememly hushed, so Arthur stood, walking right past them and out of his tent to walk patrol around the camp. His hand went to his temple as he clenched his jaw. The pain in his head was becoming unbearable, and very annoying, even more so as he saw Gwen's brown eyes wherever he went.

"Gaius, how long will this enchantment hold?" She murmured, her voice trembling. "How did you even know that the man had magic?"

"My Lady, it will last as long as it needs to." Gaius said, looking over at the King, "He took my ward's death and placed it on himself, and that kind of guilt can kill a man."

"I know, but I feel like I'm robbing him of something that shouldn't be messed with." Her voice cracked as Gaius turned to her, his eyes glinting off little light.

"Merlin didn't die for Arthur to crumble away, he died because he stood up for something great." Gaius said, "Gwen, I had the memory of Merlin suppressed, and where it couldn't be suppressed, it was changed. That man had a greater magic than I do now, for I am greatly out of practise. I joined my magic with his and I was the one who adjusted his memory."

"Still, I know magic isn't all bad, it's just hard to trust it." Guinevere murmured.

"My Lady," Gaius sighed, "It had to be done, we have to act as if Merlin didn't exist, as if nothing as ever happened."

"What if he suspects? hat if he remembers?" Gwen asked.

"We shall deal with that as it comes, Gwen." Gaius murmured.

"How's Gwaine's arm?" Gwem asked, looking at the old physician as he gave a bittersweet smile.

"I don't think I can save it." He whispered. "He's been out since I've tended to it, but things aren't looking up."

"This is possibly going to be an era that is darker than the Great Purge was, My Lady." Leon said as he walked up to them, looking slightly despaired.

"You didn't find anything?" Gwen asked. Leon shook his head.

"She's enforced the ground around Camelot with some spell, and guards came running." He said, "We just barely escaped."

Gwen sighed with a shake of her head, glancing over at her husband once again.

"This is a battle we're not likely to win." Gaius said.

Well, how was it?
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I enjoyed writing this, and the sequel (Lost without a Cause) shall be up after nanowrimo is completed...
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