Hidden prince

He's alive!

This is gonna be in Merlin's pov like when he's 'dead'

Merlin struggled to breath, growing weaker with the minute. He could hear Arthur talking and moaned.

"Arthur." He could hear Arthur talking more. He felt that he was on a horse, his head on Arthur's chest. He couldn't help but think about the many times he has dreamed it. Suddenly the horse stopped.

"We are there, sire." He could hear Lancelot say.

"Lance... alot." Merlin whispered, but they couldn't hear him. He felt how he fell from the horse, but didn't feel it when he hit the ground. When he opened his eyes a minute later he was no longer there, but at the lake. The lake where the girl he once was in love with died. And there she stood, right in front of him. He suddenly felt sorry for her.

"Freya, I'm sorry." Merlin began.

"Don't be, we weren't meant to be together, but you and Arthur were. Still are." Freya smiled at him.

"But, I'm dead." Merlin suddenly realized.

"No, you aren't. You're Emrys. Do you know what that means?" Merlin shakes his head.

"No."

"You're immortal, you can't die."

"But, if I can't die, why am I here?" Merlin asked, confused.

"This is a place where you can rest. But now it's time to go back."

"No!" Merlin pleaded, but everything started to fade away.

"I love you." She said and then everything went black again.

After a few minutes he heard Leon ask.

"Is he dead?" He felt the fingers how somebody was feeling his pulse.

"Yes." The man, Arthur said. That's when Merlin started to cough and turned away, just in time to throw up.

"He's alive!" Arthur laughed, he was so relieved that his friend is still alive. He then cried, he nearly lost him, his friend, no, his boyfriend.