Disclaimer: Ido not own Merlin. If I did, I would change the finale! Which I'm now doing ;)

I AM NOT HAPPY WITH THE ENDING OF MERLIN! NOT HAPPY!

I mean, I'm happy with how Arthur found out about Merlin and he was so shocked but then he said 'thank you' and I was like AWWWWWWW. But then he died. He DIEEED! D': Why didn't Merlin call the dragon earlier? Why didn't Merlin kill Morgana once and for all when he was Dragoon and blowing all the enemies away? WHY NOT?!

I've decided to write my own finale following the storyline of the real one, but with a twist ending :)

Enjoy!

Chapter One (MERLIN'S POV):

Merlin rushed through the brambles and trees, heart intent on finding Arthur.

He had to be here somewhere. He wasn't back at the camp.

So many knights of Camelot lay dead or dying around him. Guiltily he stepped over them, their importance - though high – was diminished under the worth of the king, Merlin's friend, who had thought Merlin had deserted him.

Never.

Stepping up to the rocks, Merlin caught sight of a shock of blonde hair and his heart stopped.

Arthur was lying on the ground, head tilted back, the image of death.

No…

Merlin ran forward, and glimpsed in the corner of his eye Mordred, who was also lying on the ground, dead. He didn't stop.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Merlin bent over the king, slapping him lightly on the cheek, checking for breathing.

Placing his hand on the other man's chest, he could have jumped for joy when he felt a heartbeat flutter.

Although in a body of an old man, Merlin's magic gave him strength where muscles could not, and he lifted Arthur.

Sidestepping the fallen Mordred, Merlin carried Arthur out of the darkness.

Choosing to let Arthur rest in a secluded spot away from camp, he transformed himself back into his present body and sat back, thoughts racing through his head, while he watched over the king.

He could not take Arthur to the rest of the knights and Gwen, there was something…wrong with him. Not just the wound in his chest, that could easily be remedied with the right herbs and spells.

But there was something more. Something was hindering the process of healing.

He needed Gaius, but more importantly, he needed to keep Arthur hidden. No one could know where he was, not while he was so weak and vulnerable.

Darkness had once again fallen in this godforsaken place. Merlin did not like these woods at night. He should have made sure Morgana had died. She always seemed to persevere through any danger. She was out there once again, he could feel her.

"Merlin."

Merlin's head snapped up at the voice, and he scrambled to Arthur's side.

"Arthur…you're okay." He sighed in relief when he saw the light in Arthur's eyes, and the heat in his cheeks. His life would not end tonight.

"No thanks to you - where have you been?"

Sitting up abruptly, Arthur fell back down with a gasp as his left hand fell to the wound. His free hand had grabbed Merlin's shoulder, as if he could draw strength from the boy.

Merlin placed his hand over the king's and drew in a sharp breath.

Should he tell the truth? There may never be another time…

Half-heartedly he attempted to reconsider the excuse he had given earlier. "I was running errands for Gaius…"

"Don't give me that, Merlin. I want the truth. Don't try lying again, you're not clever enough. Where. Have. You. Been?"

Merlin could see Arthur was trying to be stern, but he was too exhausted.

Shuddering, he realised that this was the moment. The moment of truth which Arthur had asked for. The moment Merlin had hoped for and dreaded in equal measure since he arrived in Camelot all those years ago.

He began to explain "Remember who aided you tonight, the man with the staff, bringing lightening to your enemies?"

Arthur's eyes glazed over for a moment, as if recalling the events of that night. "Yes…the sorcerer."

"Umm…well…that was me."

Arthur whipped his head to face Merlin directly, but then shook his head slightly. "Don't be ridiculous Merlin, that was the old man. The one we've had trouble with before."

"I had to age myself because I didn't think I would be saying this now, but it was me, Arthur. I have magic, I have done ever since I was born. I've had to hide - "

"Stop it Merlin," Arthur interrupted, doubt clouding his eyes. "Stop with the lies! You weren't there, you didn't help us…"

Merlin sniffed, desperately keeping back the tears that threatened to overflow through this conversation.

"Watch this." Propping Arthur up, Merlin reached his hand out to the fire he had built and, loudly, pronounced "Hai fgah dragore". A miniature dragon rose from the embers of the fire and spread its wings before dissipating.

Turning his head to his wide eyed companion, Merlin whispered. "Arthur…I am the sorcerer."

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