"Arthur Pendragon, my dear Brother..." Morgana purred, as she circled the King, like a cat with a mouse. "How nice to see you."
"Morgana," Arthur began pleadingly, raising his now swordless hands placatingly, though his eyes flicking to Excalibur who had landed several feet away, gouged into the mud blade first. "You don't have to do this."
"You don't have to persecute my kind," Morgana retorted sharply, jabbing her sword forwards stopping meer centimeters from Arthur's throat. She left the tip there, poised, quivering, her cold blue eyes wide and wild. "And all this time you have been the biggest hypocrite of them all." The sword edged closer, the cold tip touching Arthur's hot skin now. "Emrys!" Morgana's lip curled as she said the name.
"Morgana." Arthur repeated softly, as if saying her name might remind her of when they had been children, friends, family.
"You hunt those with magic yet you use it yourself!" Morgana spat, as if he had not spoken. "You, with Emyrs always at your side!" As soon as Mordred said the words she knew how obvious it had been, how many clues she had had, how many times he had been with in her power and had managed to slip away... He had always been there, walking in her shadow.
"Emrys?" Arthur repeated the word, the apparent name, she kept spouting with such venom. He was playing for time, they both knew it, but on this point she was happy to oblige. Uther's son should know she knew everything now, how he kept thwarting her, and that now at the very last she had beaten him and his precious Emrys.
"My destiny and my doom." Morgana smiled far too sweetly and tilted her head slightly, her long tangle of dark hair swaying. "But no more. Neither of us will be seeing him again." Her smiled widened, as Arthur's brow furrowed, clearly confused. "Mordred told me everything, where to find him, who he was-" She shot Arthur an acidic look, expecting to see a reaction from him, but instead only more confusion clouded his face. "I took his magic you see," She continued silkly, "Then I took his life. You should have heard his scream as the rocks fell. Such pain!" Her smile was manic now, the sword point painfully sharp on Arthur's skin, a drop of blood trickled down his throat. "Emyrs is dead."
"Who is Emrys?" Arthur asked, feeling like he already knew the answer, but didn't want to hear it confirmed. His throat felt suddenly dry, his legs weak. It could not be. It could not be - But where was his servant? His friend, his best friend... Why else was he not here, at his side, protecting him, like he always said he would be.
"You didn't know?" Morgana said, this was an unexpected twist, but she found it even more enjoyable - The look on Arthur's face expressed an internal turmoil and pain she could only have wished for. "But you've already guessed-" She almost felt pity for the man before her. Almost. "Emrys true name. It's Merlin."
Author's Note - Thanks for reading! I'm a quiver of jelly over the last two episodes! How will it all end? Will Arthur find out?! Please do leave a review!
PART TWO SOON...