A/N: I wrote this in like 10 minutes, complete off the top of my head, so there will be a lot of mistakes, but I just felt like it and if I don't publish it now, I know I never will. Anyway, enjoy and maybe leave a review if/why you liked it/didn't like it.


As Merlin's sword pierces her, it feels like eternity until she hits the ground.

All she can feel is the never ending pain.

Not the pain from the hole in her body, no, she barely feels that, what pains her more is her mind, further more her heart.

She feels her final share of hate, anger and betrayal, followed by fear.

How did it end up like this? She thinks to herself as she sees Merlin leave, carrying the wounded Arthur behind him. He never looks back. He doesn't look back to watch her die, he just leaves.

How did it end up like this?

It all started out with a simple servant, a servant that saved her life, that saved her from a flying dagger.

Why did he save me? She asks herself, why didn't he just let me die?

Had he let me die, none of this would have ever happened. It would have ended in the great hall, it would have ended before it could even begin, it would have ended and I would have been dead, she thinks.

Morgana spends a great deal of her last thoughts on Morgause, the sister she had always desperately wanted, that had been good to her and cared for her more than anyone else ever did, before she was so cruelly taken away from her. She can still feel the weight of her sister as she carries her out of the castle, she can still feel the swollen flesh that turned into the scar on Morgause's face and she can still remember making the final stab with the knife, ending her sisters life for the chance of revenge.

She also thinks of the ones she called her friends, maybe even her family, once, a lifetime ago.

Why did they turn on me? Morgana thinks, as the faces of Arthur and Gwen and Merlin and Gaius flash through her mind. They were my friends, why would they turn on me?

And then she thinks about her birthright. The throne, Camelot's throne, taken away from her almost as cruelly as her sister. Almost.

She never meant for it to end like this. She wanted to bring magic back to Camelot, she wanted justice and peace. I never meant to start a war, she thinks, and the aching in her chest gets even worse as she realises how many innocent people lost their lives for a feud, that could have been avioded.

Avoided, if only Uther would have been another king, a better king.

Morgana, nearing the end, feels sorry for the loss of every one of her once loved ones, even for Gaius, just not for Uther.

Not for Uther, because he deserved what he got.

He was a cruel king, driven mad by the loss of his wife that he indebted by wishing for a son only magic could give him.

Her las thought goes out to Aithusa, the dragon, that she loves above everything else.

And Morgana smiles because she knows, taking her last breat, she knows, Aithusa will be safe.

Because Merlin is a Dragonmaster and Merlin is good, Merlin is sane and Merlin is never cruel.

Aithusa will be safe and Morgana breathes out at last, joining her sister in the world of shadows that is death.