Just something I wrote in the car! My brother kept trying to peek over my shoulder!!! I had to bury my note book under my hair xD
'Tis pretty similar to the finale of Le Morte D'Arthur. (spoilers there, I guess!) But like...ADJUSTED!!! (There won't be any more chapters or anything. Just a little thingy.)
Hope it's ok (:

Nimueh strode forwards, grinning wickedly. "I once said...it was not your destiny to die at my hand." The enchantress knelt down to Arthur's eye level, staring him straight in the eyes with her sharp icy gaze, face twisted into a threatening grin.

"But destiny can change, Prince Arthur."

Nimueh stood and raised her hands and face to the blackened sky, before turning back to Arthur, fire crackling in her palms.
"Good bye, young Pendragon."

Arthur gave her one last defiant glare, before closing his eyes, bravely awaiting the end.

"Destiny must be fulfilled."
A familiar voice echoed through the air.
Arthur opened his eyes.
"Surely even you know that, Nimueh."
Merlin stepped through the fog, fists clenched, glare fixed on the evil witch.

"Merlin, Arthur rasped.
Merlin couldn't look at him. Not with what he was about to do.
"You shouldn't have touched him, Nimueh." Merlin spat.

Nimueh cackled.
It was to be her last laugh.

The warlocks hand shot out, golden sparks erupting from his palm, merging together, dancing and crackling, before shooting forward and surrounding Nimueh.
The sparks began to fade.

"Is that all y-"

The sparks exploded, with a deafening roar, swarming together to form a magnificent, glowing, amber phoenix.
It was beautiful.
Beautiful and deadly.

The bird arched and swooped, surrounding Nimueh with its colossal wings.
Wind raged around the two figures, spreading the fire that burst from the crisped earth, circling the cursed woman, seas surging beneath them. The furious elements began to encircle their victim, closing in smaller and smaller.
Combusting spectacularly one final time in a burst of colour, the energy seeped into the stone in the centre of the Isle of the Blessed, along with Nimueh's soul.

The rock glowed stunning amber, the same golden sparks rising from its surface, teeming together, creating a masterpiece. They began to cool, their burning gold morphing into shining silver.
Finally settling, the beautiful particles formed their shape. A stone ornament of the phoenix, perched proudly upon the stone, forever guarding the rock below, that encased the soul of Nimueh for all eternity.

And all the while the warlock stood firm, not moving a single bone, eyes emitting their burnt gold singe.
They were the brightest they had ever been, yet also the darkest.

Finally, Merlin let out a shuddering breath, eyes sinking back to their passive, kind-hearted blue.
He looked battered, exhausted, frail. Never a powerful sorcerer.

Resigning himself, he finally turned to look at Arthur, who was vigorously shaking his head, eyes wide.
"You're a sorcerer..."

Betcha' really don't want to upset Merlin now, do you ;)


This REALLY isn't usually the kind of thing I would write.
I can't really bare the idea of Arthur feeling betrayed by Merlin. ):
Sorry. I know I use too many short sentences in this. And say "golden sparks" WAY too often!!!
But yeah, I hope it was ok for you guys.
Thanks for reading this!