"No. The time for all this bloodshed is over."
Gripped onto Excalibur, he looked into the eyes of his old friend and saw a broken woman, consumed by bitterness. Hatred- he felt only hatred for her. Her long black locks looked like twigs, her pale face darkened by the dirt of the forest: she was once the most beautiful woman in Camelot and now… She was Uther's daughter.
"I blame myself for what you've become but this has to end." Merlin knew deep in his heart he could have helped her. But instead, he chose to listen to destiny. That day he poisoned her was the day he killed the Morgana that everyone loved. Her kindness, her compassion was lost. There was no redemption.
Morgana looked down at her doom. Her doom that was under her nose for ten years. Pity. Together, they could've ruled the world. Smiling inwardly, she saw the stupidity of the man they called "The Great Emrys", brandishing a blade that could only do so much as wound her.
"I'm a High Priestess…No mortal blade can kill me." She lifted her chin arrogantly. Without a second to incant a spell, Merlin forced Excalibur into her body. Slicing through her skin, blood gushed out of the exposed wound. She held tightly onto his broad shoulders and caught his blue eyes one last time.
"This is no mortal blade," he whispered to her without emotion. "Like yours, it was forged in the Dragon's breath." Tears welled under her eyes, blurring her vision. This was the second time she had died in his arms and this time he felt nothing. With one final push, he plunged the sword deeper inside her body, making sure she felt his pain.
Her body became numb as she slid off his grip and fell to the forest floor below, by Arthur's feet. As if she had been put out of her misery, Morgana became still. Merlin looked back down at her lifeless eyes.
"Goodbye, Morgana."
Arthur held his open wound in pain but still watched on his servant finished what countless men had died for. Merlin stood over the deceased Morgana and hesitated.
"I loved her once."
He was fixated on her eyes. His body became tense with anguish as he remembered the Morgana that once was. He pushed back the tears surfacing on the delicate surface of his eyes and ran to help Arthur, who was getting paler by the second.
"So did I." Arthur looked at this sorcerer and for the first time, he felt as if he was seeing Merlin for who he truly was. Arthur was proud.
"You've brought peace at last."
