Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, Morgana, or any of the other characters from BBC's Merlin. I wish I did, but I don't. I also wish I had an oompa loompa, but I don't. I do own this story, which is pretty spectacular and my first Merlin/Morgana pairing. It's just a drabble, but oh so sad.
At the gallows we stand, in the center of Camelot for all to see. Up high on a balcony I see Uther, the man who has been playing father to me all these years, hide the pain in his eyes by setting his mouth in a thin line and resolving to do what needs to be done.
I see Arthur, my brother, close his eyes as his father raises his hand to give the signal. I see Gwen bury her face in Gaius' shoulder as they both cry.
And I see Merlin at my side give me a sad smile. I see the noose around his neck, identical to the one around mine. He takes my hand.
I think to all of them, them and all the people made bear witness to the death of the king's witch-ward and the prince's servant, her sorcerer accomplice. To them I think, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you don't understand how wonderful magic is." And to Merlin I think, "I am so sorry."
Uther's gloved hand falls, one with the motion of the lever, one with the motion of our bodies, mine and Merlin's, swinging.
So we hang. I, who saw it coming and tried to save myself, and Merlin, whose only crime was trying to save us all.
