Forgiveness At Death's Doorstep
A/N: So this is just a one-shot I came up with a while ago, and I was considering turning this into a story with modern mergana, but I didn't have any original ideas because it's such a common genre so let me know if you would like me to make it into a story.
Morgana felt betrayed, with the knowledge of Emrys' identity. She thought she was incapable of such emotions; however a certain warlock always managed to break the walls she built around her heart. Her musings were cut short however when she recognised the crest of Camelot on two magnificent steeds. Unsettled by her sudden appearance, the horses nickered and fled when she released them. Morgana still had trouble believing that Merlin was in fact Emrys when she watched his pathetic attempts to settle the horses. Pity, she thought as she stared at his back, they could have ruled the world together, but his intentions were clear enough, he had chosen to be a mere servant for her contemptible half-brother who called himself king.
"Hello Emrys." As he turned around she threw him back and smirked, satisfied that he was unconscious. She turned her attention on the king of Camelot.
"What a joy it is to see you Arthur," she said, sarcasm dripping from her tone.
"Look at you, not so tall and mighty now. You may have won the battle but you've lost the war. You're going to die by Mordred's hand." A disturbing smile rested on her lips as she looked at her brother's prone form.
"Don't worry dear brother I won't let you die alone. I'll stay and watch over you, when the wolves gorge on your carcass and bathe in your blood."
"No," Morgana turned around as she recognized the speaker, Merlin wasn't unconscious after all, she thought rather unnecessarily, " time for all this bloodshed is over. I blame myself for what you've become but this has to end."
"I'm a high priestess; no mortal blade can kill me."
The next thing she registered was a pain, and as she looked down at her abdomen, she saw Excalibur, protruding from her.
"This is no mortal blade. Like yours, this sword was forged in a dragon's breath."
As she began to hear the harps of death, she was overwhelmed with flashes of her life, her father Gorlois, reading to her as a child, the day Gorlois died and she became Uther's ward, her nightmares, Gwen, her best friend, Arthur, her brother, Gaius compassionately patting her back, and Merlin's face as he poisoned her, looking at her with love and sorrow and asking her to forgive him. Morgana tried to say sorry as she realised what sort of life she left behind and the people she hurt, but it came out as an incoherent strangled cry. As Merlin tenderly lowered her to the ground she took one last shuddering breath, before she became still, her eyes unseeing in the mortal realm.
"Goodbye Morgana."
A/N: I know it's not much, but I can turn it into a reincarnation fic so really tell me what you think ? Should I continue this or not? But just as a warning my other story, Blood Is Thicker Than Water will be given first priority on my updates.