We Loved, We Hurt, We Grieved.

Author's note: This is basically an angsty fic about Arthur and Morgana. It is my first ever fan fiction, so no flames please! R&R please. Oh and they're not siblings in this fic because incest isn't really my thing.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Merlin. I wish I did, though. Arthur and Morgana would definitely be together…sorry Merthur and Arwen shippers.

Arthur POV

Arthur stumbled through the woods, clutching a deep wound in his side. Pain coursed through his body, but he kept going. The bandits had long since been defeated, but at the cost of this fatal injury. Arthur had yelled at the knights and his annoying but loyal manservant Merlin to flee and get help. He knew he would not last much longer, though.

Seeing a familiar large oak tree in a peaceful –looking clearing, Arthur felt his eyelids begin to close, the pain begin to recede. He was passing out. Oh well, this wasn't such a bad place to die…

Morgana POV

Morgana stopped, drawing her dagger. She had heard footsteps and a thud. Cautiously dropping her basket of herbs, she crept out of the hollow oak tree in which she often came to rest. The place was special to her, and now somebody was disrupting it!

Morgana quickly sprinted to the body she saw at the edge of the clearing. As she got near the fallen man, she gasped.

It was Arthur Pendragon.

A rush of emotions flooded her body and overwhelmed her mind. The man whom she had once loved, before she found she had magic, met Morgause, and turned against Camelot, was here. Morgana sobbed. Destiny really was cruel. The King of Camelot was here, most likely dead, at the place where they used to laugh and play when they were children.

Morgana expected to be happy upon seeing Arthur's body at her feet. But instead she felt…anguish and remorse. Instantly guilt flooded over her. What had she done? Betrayed her loved ones, killed thousands of people…and now the one she cared about most was fatally wounded, at her feet.

Morgana summoned up her strength, and carried Arthur back to the huge hollow of the ancient oak tree. She traced the neat carvings on the wood with one delicate finger: Arthur and Morgana=Undying Love.

As Morgana uttered the magic words that would heal the man in front of her, tears dripped down her porcelain cheeks. They had loved each other, hurt each other, and grieved over what they could have been.

When Morgana pressed her lips to Arthur's, she just hoped he remembered the promise a young boy gave a young girl, right here, thirteen years ago.

A promise of undying love.

Morgana drew away, sobbing.

Arthur's eyelids opened slowly.

"Morgana."