Who am I to poison her?
Merlin turned around and took the poison from his pocket. He uncorked it and poured it into the wineskin. He swirled the liquid around until it was mixed in with the water and very gently raised it to his lips… and stopped. He then turned around and held the wineskin out to Morgana. "Here, have some water."
She looked up, a startled expression plain on her face. "I- I'm not thirsty." She lied. She was always such a good liar, Merlin thought; but he knew when she did. "When we get out of here you may not get another chance to drink." Because you'll be dead. He almost started to cry but he stifled his tears.
She betrayed you, he thought, She turned her back on her friends. She looked up at him with her pale, blue eyes and smiled. Her long black hair fell into her eyes and he was grateful for that. They held so much innocence and so much pain. He couldn't stand to look at them. How could he love someone like that? She reached for it and said, "Thanks."
She took a long, slow sip from it; closing her eyes. Then she laid it on the floor and Merlin swiftly turned around. A few seconds later Morgana looked at the wineskin and started coughing. She held her throat and looked up at him; a shocked look on her face.
He looked over his shoulder and nodded. She flinched, flailing around, one hand cupping her throat. Her face seemed to ask me, 'Who am I to poison her?' Merlin sank down to the floor reaching for her. She feebly pushed his arms away all the while gasping and crying.
What have I done? Merlin thought. She was my friend. He finally got hold of her and twisted her around until she was almost laying in his lap. Every few seconds she would bury her head in his chest and then another cough would interrupt her and she would gasp again.
Finally she got enough breath to form words. "Why… d- did… you do this… to me… ?" Her words hung in the air and then Merlin very gently leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You're evil. I had to get rid of the source of the enchantment."
Morgana started crying and right then Merlin realized just how much she was going through. Uther hated magic and Morgana had it and then Merlin had pushed her away. What had he done? "I love you." He breathed and for a moment she stopped gasping; a shocked look on her face.
"I- I love you… t-" She was interrupted by a fit of fierce coughing. "Hang in there, baby." Merlin started crying as he caressed Morgana's cheek. "Hang in there." The next few seconds were painful until finally Morgana breathed… and stopped. Her eyes wide open dimmed as life faded from her. He closed her eyes and gently laid her on the floor, then he picked up the wineskin and drunk it all, down to the very last drop.
He shuddered as the poison slid down his throat and he collapsed onto the ground, writhing and screaming. He crawled over to Morgana and planted a dying kiss on her lips. Finally the poison took its toll and he didn't breathe anymore.
The Lady Morgana and the Servant Merlin were now forever locked in their dying embrace. But there was still one question to be answered. Who was he to poison her?