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He was cold. So very cold. Weary to the bone. Needed to rest. Why could he not rest? Where was he? Nowhere he knew. Nothing recognizable to be seen. The owl fluttering at his helmet was annoying. Strange behavior. Why was it doing that? Was that his quest? Someone was enchanting owls to attack Camelot's knights? He could not recall his orders... Where was his king? Wait! No. He was seeking Merlin! Where was Merlin? Something was wrong... there had been pain. Pain and Merlin sounding scared and so angry...And then he had gone. The cold hurt. Must not sleep....