Ultimate Power
Morgana stared at the crashing waves below her, their foaming teeth snapping tauntingly. They knew that she could not, did not, fear them. She was invincible, unstoppable, all-powerful. She had changed fate and defied prophecy, and against all odds, she had emerged victorious. Camelot was now hers. It no longer sat at her fingertips for her to brush longingly. It lay in the palm of her hand for her to crush or protect. Her choice.
Her choice.
She looked down at her hands. The hands that had killed her sister, the hands that had killed Uther and Arthur. The hands that had ended the life of Guinevere and Gaius, Leon, Elyan, Gwaine, Percival. And Merlin. Emrys. He was dead. Merlin was dead. He would never stop her now. She had taken his power, sucked it out of the marrow of his bones. She had used his weakness and turned it against him. His weakness of love. He had still loved her, even after she had destroyed his world. He had been so stupid, to think that she was still capable of love. She had removed her heart long ago and thrown it into the sea, so that she would never be weak. Weak like Merlin.
He had been trying to stop her. He had been trying to tell her that it wasn't too late for her. That she could still come back. He had taken her hand in his, and as he had whispered that it wasn't too late, Morgana had looked into his eyes.
"But it is Merlin," she had smirked, and she cast the spell.
The agony on Merlin's face as his power drained from him still followed her.
But she had his power. It was now in her hands, just like Camelot was, and she smirked as she looked down at them. Those hands were hands of power. They glowed like embers in the fireplace, ready to burst into flames and reveal their true might. For she had only just begun.
She glanced over her shoulder at the ruins behind her. The columns of smoke had long since stopped rising from the once magnificent city that she had laid waste to. Not a soul was left to live. Morgause would have been proud.
Morgana smiled humorlessly at this. Morgause. She had done all of this for her. And this was how she was repaid. To be all alone in the world, heartless and purposeless. She had taken all she had desired and taken all of the vengeance she had sought. Camelot was gone, along with everyone in it. Was life even still worth living?
She saw something floating down in the water below her, and her breath caught in her throat. No. It couldn't be. It was impossible! And yet, there was Merlin, his body bobbing up and down in the churning water of the ocean. Morgana let out a cry and crumbled to the ground. She sobbed and sobbed, her wails breaking the still air. After all of these years, it had finally swam its way to the surface.
Her heart had returned to her.
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