Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin


Red all around him in chaos of battle, the banners of Camelot, the blood of his kin, other magic uses on blades of grass. Merlin stood still his sword in his hand. He spun slicing through the chest of a druid, another sin upon my soul he thought as he plunges his blade into the chest of a Saxon. What had happened? How had he got here? Killing, taking lives, he forced the dark thought to the back of his mind, he would deal with it later, if there was a later.

Looking across the sea of men and metal he saw her, even in the midst of battle her beauty had not dimed, Merlin thought it was destiny's cruel joke that he had poisoned and now had to fight against the women he loved. Merlin's sword slide through another druid as he moved closer to her, where was the lady he loved when he first came to Camelot? The one so kind, who would help anyone regardless of rank or gift. Why could he not stop loving her in some twisted sort of way ? Now that she was so dark and vicious, that thought cost him a dagger across the right thigh!

Gwaine shouted across the plain, "FOCUS MERLIN!" Merlin's eyes flicked quickly over to the drunk knight, his black hair was matted by sweat, mud and blood. He refocused his attention just in time to see Arthur and Morgana's swords crashing against each other in a crash of metal. Merlin moved quickly to his king, his sword making light work of anyone who choose to attack him on his way, he arrived just as Arthur plunged Excalibur in to Morgana, he saw her gasp in pain, her final breath taken as her body tumbled down to ground !

Merlin began to shake, "No no NO NO !" he screamed the words burning his throat, Merlin turned on Arthur just as his emotional barriers broke into splinters, Anger and sorrow, pain and despair flooded his very being. He noticed then but couldn't care through the layers of numbness, that his magic was flowing freely out of him in huge golden waves , Arthur looked at Merlin as his barriers broke, he saw the man he counted as his brother break, and whispered, "I'm sorry Merlin," tears forming in his eyes as his best friend broke in front of him, then Arthur saw Merlin's magic burst forth and he ran, his knights and all those who were still alive ran, they could sense the darkness , anger and death in that magic, those who were not fast enough not only died but were turned into dust, Arthur and all left from Camelot jumped upon any horses left and galloped straight to Camelot the wave still in pursuit. Back upon the field of Camlann as the survivor ran Morgana gasped back into life, he eyes flicked open, the wound from Excalibur healed, the flesh knitting together, she grasped at her first breaths in shock of being alive, she looked around there was no one and nothing but dust, grass, blood and MERLIN ! He moved closely over to her his body drained and exhausted by the amount of magic that had just ran through it, he fell next to Morgana, with his left hand stroked her face gently, whispering, "forgive my" before he blacked out.