A/N: SKIP THIS IF YOU LIKE HELLO I AM BACK! First fanfiction I've attempted to write since I was twelve and just urgggg. I've had many accounts since but I happened to stumble upon this one and literally I hung my head in shame at the terrible stories I posted. No grammar. Multiple spelling mistakes and unbelievably, unacceptable stories altogether. I am so sorry for what people had to go through whilst reading them but remember I was twelve years old whilst I wrote them so… let me off the hook? If you want to have a good laugh at my expense go back and read the 3 ones I have left up and you can attempt to read through my worst stories ever! (I think I left them uncompleted too…)

Okay now… I watched the finale of Merlin and I have never been more disappointed. WHAT DID THEY DO? 5 YEARS OF MY LIFE WASTED ON A HOPELESS CAUSE WHEN ARTHUR DIED ANYWAY! BREATHE…. CALM… Calm… Stupid ending. I feel sad that Merlin is now gone and I have to move on with my life so I will TRY to write a decent fanfic and I hope my bad habits from when I was 12 are now gone…

And I've just wasted about 200 words on an author's note. Sorry.

How do I start this story? Erm… Okay… Once upon a time? No… I will think of something!

DISCLAIMER: Maybe I own it. Maybe I don't. Who cares? I'm a girl sat in a hedgehog onesie whilst singing along to ed sheeran writing this.

Silence replaced the clanging of metal and wounded cries as the battle came to an unexpected halt. Above the battle field, among the mountains stood an ancient man in noble robes; he held the stance of a warrior and a grim expression. White hairs whipped across his face as the storm raged on around him. Even from up in the mountaintops he could see the endless rows of bodies gracing the blooded plain of Camlann. Fallen friends and foe alike lay together creating a death carpet.

It was time for destiny to run its tragic course and the great warlock knew he had to do whatever it took to stop it. The clouds circled the mountaintops in a predatory manner and tension was chokingly thick in the air as Merlin's gaze finally met Morgana's. Her eyes widened and she instantly tried to compose her face to no avail. The smug smirk no longer graced her features as she wrinkled her nose in distaste and snarled menacingly. Icy currents nipped at her cheeks and her eyes flashed a dark shade of gold. The cliffs where Merlin stood began to shake and parts of the mountain began to crumble; Merlin swayed slightly to gain his balance and then with a flash of his eyes, the mountain began to move. Where there was once a steep-sided mountain ledge, there was now a slightly rocky section of land. Merlin had sunk the mountain.

Merlin's gaze flickered across the soldiers to find Arthur but quickly cast his gaze back to Morgana. Morgana looked over to Merlin in his old age disguise and smirked slightly. A plan began to formulate in the mind; before she could act, she was thrown backwards and lay in a tangled mess on the floor. Sitting up quickly caused her vision to blur and her head to ache.

''EMRYS!'' she screeched as she stood back up and raised her arms ready to strike. Merlin took a step towards her and was instantly struck at. He blocked the bolder that was sent flying at him with a simple flick of his wrist and sent a thousand little, broken pieces of boulder back towards Morgana. Mordred jumped in front and blocked some of the pieces of deadly rock from reaching her; he was pelted in the arm by a sharp piece and cried out in pain.

''Stay out of it Mordred! This is not your battle to fight. Go complete your destiny and leave me to change my fate.'' Morgana stated pushing Mordred back into the battle. He nodded and drew out his sword. Stealing one last glare at Merlin, he continued to make his way across the fallen warriors and began his hunt for the king. Merlin looked at him alarmingly and suddenly was unexpectedly hit by Morganas enchantment. He fell to his knees withering in the pain from her dark magic but recovered in time to block her next spell. Reaching to his side he felt the broken skin under the stained robe…

Mordred turned around to his mistress and smirked. Turning to his left, he caught sight of a red flowing cloak and familiar blonde hair. Setting his track for that direction he knew one thing:

He would avenge his kind.

A/N: SHORT BEGINNING I KNOW! NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONGER I PROMISE! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK, OKAY?