Short fic thing that I've concocted to work out my feelings about how 5x13 ended.

Note: This is a companion piece, so it is not AU. I am only changing/adding onto the scenes which are already there.

The Battle of Camlann.

Arthur looked around the broken battlefield brandishing his sword wildly as he was surrounded, his knights cut off from him. His face grim his raised his weapon to attack when a crack of thunder rained down and threw the advancing Saxons back. Silence seemed to fall around them as the soldiers looked up to see the old warlock Dragoon watching on from the cliff top. Swords were hesitantly raised ready to back into action at a moment's notice; it was as if someone had called a halt. A piercing scream rang through the air as the witch Morgana called his name.

"EMRYS!" It travelled through the dead air, for a moment Arthur thought it would break the spell upon them but it seemed to only intensify it.

The old wizard responded with a bolt of lightly which Morgana blocked, "Come and face me you coward!" She yelled up at him as she walked into the frozen mêlée.

Huffing to himself the old wizard backed away from the edge before slowly walking onto the battlefield. The knights of Camelot slowly moved towards their King and the Saxons to Morgana. The armies parted as he walked past them, the smell of cooking flesh hung in the air.

"What do you want?" Dragoon said.

"Many things, the first of which is to see you dead."

"You cannot defeat me Morgana."

"No?" She asked nonchalantly, "I am a high priestess of the old religion and you're just a servant" She sneered, "Should I tell them? Should I tell your precious Camelot knights and their King? Should I tell them how often you've saved them? Should I tell them how much you care about them? Should I tell them who you really are?"

"Silence witch!" Dragoon shouted throwing another bolt of lightly at her hitting her in the stomach.

Doubling over she breathed in heavily, instead of backing down she just started laughing. "Touchy subject isn't it? I'm not surprised especially after everything you've been through, everything you've done." And with a flash of her eyes she sent the old warlock flying. He landed sprawled in the dirt as she slowly walked over to him, he groaned and got to his knees. "You could have helped me! I trusted you and you left me, I was nothing to you! You chose to leave me alone when I needed you most!"

The old warlock smiled, shocking everyone with what he said next, "You're quite right, I am to blame. I could have helped you but I was a coward, I chose to ignore what my conscious told me to do." The old wizard coughed using his staff to get to his feet before continuing, "Instead I gave you away to the druids and ignored the niggling doubt of my choices. I poisoned you, I betrayed you. And for that I am sorry. More sorry than I have ever been." He looked at her warily, "I gave you every chance in the world. I told you that it didn't have to be this way. But you didn't listen, instead you walked right into the arms of one who used you, and I, I pushed you into it. But you Morgana you betrayed me and everyone you cared about. They cared about you, even after your first betrayal they still trusted you, and they still wanted you back." He lowered his voice into a whisper, "I wanted you back." Morgana stared on in silence seemingly as entranced as everyone else, raising his voice again Dragoon continued. "But you were so blinded by your own loneliness and anger that you couldn't see it. You chose not to." The sorcerer sighed more pain creeping into his voice, "You were so full of kindness and beauty. We were both so innocent, so young. If I could do it over again, I would. Alas I cannot." And with the silent practise of a master his eyes lit up and her sent her flying backwards, the spell broke and the fighting began again. A storm of love, hate, betrayal, guilt and magic at it's centre as the darkness and light fought each other. Lighting flashed and the wind kicked as the magic users went flying, until Dragoon left the once good Morgana gasping in the dirt.

Tears trickled down her tired face, "Please, Emrys, help me." She whispered reaching out with her hand, before her eyes rolled back in her head and darkness consumed her.

"I'm sorry Morgana." The warlock stated, choking on the words before using his strength to decimate most of the remaining Saxons, sending them running for the hills, he hunted through the crowd looking for Arthur, desperate to get to his kings side.

But he was too late, during the confrontation Mordred had drawn near Arthur, he alone unaffected by the sight before him. Arthur had been separated from his men again when the fighting had broken out. Hearing the whisper of a blade Arthur turned and instinctively parried the death blow coming at him, before he saw who was in front of him. Hesitation written on his face as he stopped attacking and as the opponents' sword pierced through his armour. Disbelief fluttered across his face before grim resolution took its place as he plunged his sword into one of his former knights, into one of his former friends, into Mordred. The smile that lit up the young man's face broke Arthur's heart. Using the same resolution he had to kill him, he pulled the sword out, letting a man he'd once trusted with his life fall to the hard ground. His vision swam in front of him before collapsing. He had a vague relocation of being carried and the image of the old warlock before him.

A/N: There's more coming, but only for certain scenes which I felt needed more/something extra.

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If there are any scenes you want elaborating/enhancing let me know!