A red sun rose over a sea of blood on the filed of Camlann. The battlefield smelled of death and decay as soldiers lay dying from their wounds. A crow cawed in the distance landing on an abandoned helmet surveying the feast before him.
A man robed in red, white hair framing his aged face scanned the field until his eyes landed on a black form. Striding towards the body, a gasped was heard when he came into view.
"Help me, Emrys," the witch pleaded reaching a hand out to him.
"Is this what you really wanted, Morgana?" Emrys asked with a slight contempt in his voice.
"I-I…just…w-wanted to…be…myself," she gasped from the pain in her wounds.
Merlin's eyes softened.
"I don't have to be your doom," he said desperately. "We can find another way." He held out his hand to her.
She heard those words uttered by him before. Last time she rejected him and now she was gasping for breath, one of many on this fateful day.
"Don't w-waste your…hope… on me" she scoffed with a small flicker of sadness in her eyes. "I'm not…worth it."
"No one's past redemption," Merlin pleaded was water filled his eyes.
Morgana looked into his eyes and saw such compassion and hope in them. Love for her. Hope for her. Tears threatened to fall as her lips turned up into a faint smile.
"Choose forgiveness," he pleaded with hope in his eyes and hand still outstretched. "Let this darkness pass."
Morgana let out a strangled sob as she place her hand into his. He took it and fell to his knees beside her.
"Morgana," he choked tears falling down his face. Placing his hands over her wounds and he healed them. Morgana exhaled as the pain lifted closing her eyes in relief. A hand caressed her cheek.
"I forgive you," Merlin whispered wiping a tear from her cheek.
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2 Years Later
Merlin walked down the hall ready for the High Priestess to be welcomed back into Camelot, when a hand came out and pulled him inside an alcove. Their alcove. Jade eyes met his sapphire.
"Morgana," he breathed.
"Thank you, Merlin," she said. "For...saving me."
He smiled and stepped forward putting hand on her cheek and leaned in. Her eyes went wide for a second then softened. She pulled his face towards her as he captured her lips with his. His lips caressed hers gently and their magic calling to each other. Morgana wrapped her arms around him deepening the kiss. When they broke apart they were breathing heavily.
"Ready," Merlin whispered holding out his arm. Nodding, Morgana linked her arm through his as they walked down the hall to the throne room.
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Merlin and Morgana knelt down before King Arthur as he spoke to the crowd.
"Today we recognize Morgana Pendragon as our new Court Sorceress and High Priestess of the Triple Goddesses. Today, Camelot welcomes back the Old Religion!" Arthur sang out. "Arise High Priestess."
Morgana rose and catching Emrys's eye, smiled.
"Let the festivities began!" Arthur shouted. A great cheer rang out then laughter, music, dancing, drinking, and feasting broke out.