Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. It's probably for the best, otherwise you'd be getting this stuff every week ;)

Warnings: Rated M for a suicide.

Pairing: It's Mergana, but not explicitly, so you could choose to see it differently. Mentions of reincarnation. First fic ever, so please go easy.

On with the sad, depressing fic! :D

Once upon a time…

The scene is like something from a film. A book. Not real.

But then, neither are they. Really.

They are standing on the deck of a ship.

At the bow. The rain pours down around them, like droplets of blackness. The woman standing at the railings, leaning over, just slightly. The man, edging up behind her, tentatively. Stretching out his hand to her.

There is no moonlight. All is dark. The car headlights have been left behind on the road, along with her car. She wasn't planning on returning.

There is silence.

Apart from his voice.

It worms its way into her otherwise closed ears. It always has.

She hates it. She always has.

She loves it. She always has.

She loves him.

But she hates him too.

He's begging, pleading with her. "Morgana. Listen to me. Please, come away from the edge, please."

She can hear his voice, in her head. Words from another time.

It doesn't have to be like this. We can find another way.

"What am I, Merlin? A story? A legend? Am I even real?" Her voice is thick with all the unshed tears of generations.

"What about you? Are you my enemy or my friend or… or something more? Why didn't you tell me?" She hadn't meant to say so much, but once she's started she can't stop, and the words fall from her lips as the raindrops are falling from the sky, drenching her. Drowning her.

"Can we be friends? Are we even allowed to be? Or are we still bound by that destiny you believed in so much?"

Tears mingle with the raindrops on his skin. "Destiny doesn't hold us any more, Morgana. It's run its course. What we do now is up to us. We can be the authors of our own destinies."

Doesn't he see? Doesn't he understand? She can still hear the screams. Feel the flames. Even on her rain-slicked skin, she can feel the dust, the blood. The raw power she controlled. Murdered with.

Once upon a time…

Doesn't he understand?

There is no other way.

She swings her leg up over the railing, and jumps.

(A/N: I would really appreciate it if you could review this story and tell me what you think. It's my first fic ever, of any fandom, so don't be too harsh, pretty please?

I can continue this, and have Merlin save Morgana, if you want me to J Let me know!)