Disclaimer: I own nothing. Merlin belongs to BBC. The only thing I own is the story line and Morgain and Edith.

A/N: I wrote this a while back. I was going to keep it hidden but my friend convinced me to post it here. It's Arthur/Merlin slash. I wrote this to get it out of my system and here it is. Enjoy! Also, it's in different point of views but I'll tell you when they change.

Also there's a slight spoiler in here for my story, the Great Prophecy.

(Morgain POV)

You look around. The battle's over. Everyone's safe. You've won. You see everything and yet you see nothing. You don't see your father, King John, with his sword. You don't see him take the sword and plunge it into Merlin's stomach. You don't see until he pulls it out, until it's too late. Merlin falls and you scream. King John turns to you and smiles. You grab your sword and run to him. He raises his sword but you've already plunged yours into his stone cold heart. "I hate you," you whisper as you rip it out of his chest. He falls and you see Arthur holding Merlin.

(Arthur POV)

Everything happened too fast. You won the battle but you're losing Merlin. Your heart stops. You must be dreaming, this can't be real. "You're fine, you'll be alright," you tell him trying to reassure him and yourself. "I know" he says weakly trying to smile. You feel him slipping away. You press your lips to his, not caring if everyone sees. Not caring that you're a king and he's just a servant. Not caring if he doesn't feel the same way. Your heart flies as he kisses you back. You don't break away not until he stops. You pull away and see Merlin dead in your arms. He's dead and he won't come back. He'll never come back. You break down sobbing as you hold Merlin.

(Morgain POV)

You stare as Arthur begins to stop. You're dreaming, you have to be. This can't be true. Merlin can't be dead. You feel a hand pull you and you look. It's Gwaine. That's when you break. You start crying and he pulls you into his arms. You sob into his chest. You don't care what people might say or what they might think. Merlin's gone and he won't come back.

(Evelyn POV)

You watch from afar through your veil. You see Morgain break down and Arthur's heart breaking. It starts to rain. A knight takes Arthur trying to get him away. Telling him they'll come back. Everyone starts to leave, leaving Merlin. They don't fear someone might take him. Everyone's heart breaks. When there's no one left, you walk to him. You go down to your knees and feel your necklace. The spell's broken, it broke when King John, your father, died. You're free, free from him, free to do what you wish. You take off your veil and stare at Merlin. "You're Merlin. You seem so small and insignificant. Yet, the world cries for you. You have so much more to live for, so much to do. Your life matters. That's why I have to do this." You place one hand on his forehead and the other on his heart after untying his handkerchief. "I'm sorry Morgain." You mutter the spell and press your warm lips to Merlin's cold ones. You feel your warmth leave you. Your hands heat up, they're on fire. His wound heals and the blood disappears. Your stomach rips open as the wound forms on you. His heart starts again and his body warms up. You're so cold and weak. You lift your head and finish the spell. You fall to the floor dying. You release your last breath as Merlin breathes again.

So what'd you think? I made a second chapter for this. Should I post that or leave as is? Please review.