Category: Gen, canon
Characters: Merlin, mentions of Morgana and Mordred
Rating/Warnings: K+
Spoiler warning: Set after the season 5 finale.
Author's note: I felt so bad for Morgana after the end of the episode. She was left alone and I felt Merlin, even after all she had done, wouldn't have had the heart to leave her there. And so this happened.
Final Farewell
The tears had finally stopped falling as he left the Lake behind, no longer able to see the boat containing Arthur's body. He walked the same path he had with Arthur, knowing that, though his brother was dead, he was still needed in Camelot. There was still Albion to create and magic to free, and it was long past time he revealed himself to Gwen.
Night had fallen and the sun shone brightly, to brightly for a day of mourning. Merlin made his way up the hill slowly, tired in both body and mind. He watched the ground, not having the energy to look around. Because of this, he was surprised when he nearly stumbled over a body dressed in black.
Catching himself, Merlin looked down at the body of Morgana sadly. Her eyes were still open, and a look of shock was permenantly etched on her face. Almost without thinking, he kneeled down beside her and gently reached out and closed her eyes. With her eyes now closed, she looked peaceful and innocent. Merlin could almost mistake the body before him as that of the King's ward he had met when he first came to Camelot.
Rustling in the trees startled him, and Merlin looked up to see a large bird sitting on a branch overheard, staring down at him and the body. With a start, he realized it was a bird of prey come to feast on the dead. He looked back down at Morgana and sighed, knowing he could never leave her like this. Evil though she might have been, she had once been his friend, and it was his fault she was dead. Had he offered her his hand years ago, if he had helped her, perhaps everything would have come out differently.
A whinny sounded from the path, and Merlin looked over in surprise to find his and Arthur's horses. A small smile came to his face as he silently thanked whoever had trained the horses for training them to return after sprinting. Gently lifting Morgana, he walked over to the horses, hesitating a moment before placing her over his saddle. He patted his horse gently before doing the same to Arthur's. He turned to face the trail and his eyes flashed gold.
Three days later, he was on the hill overlooking Camlann. He looked down sadly, noting the bodies still lying where they had fallen. Most were Saxons, but here and their he could see red capes, and he sighed, head lowered in reverance. He turned away from the scene and his eyes flashed gold once more.
He walked, leading the horses, a little ways away from the battlefield. It wasn't long before he stumbled upon a pile of rocks with a sword missing a small piece stuck at the foot of it. He didn't need anyone to tell him that it was Mordred's grave. He dropped the reigns and lifted Morgana up once more.
He whispered a spell, his eyes flashing gold, and the dirt beside the grave lifted, forming a new grave. Merlin walked over and gently lowered Morgana into it. He stood up and whispered another spell, filling the grave in. It took only fifteen minutes for him to collect rocks and set them atop of Morgana's grave.
When that was done, he stepped back and looked the two graves over. They had been his enemies in life, but in death they were nothing. He took a deep breath, took one last look at the graves, and turned back to the horses, mounting his own. It was time he returned to Camelot.