Hello everyone! Thanks for clicking on my fanfiction. Basically, Merlin ending was too much for my mind, so I wrote the ending in my own version. I'm not sure if I'll continue with this, it sort of depends on how busy my life gets. I need to update my other stories too.

I hope you enjoy! :)

"Thank you."

Tears, they can hold so much despite being so small, pointless to those who do not see the meaning behind them. One single teardrop is all it takes to show someone…anything. They can represent joy and happiness and every single positive emotion that one can possibly feel, but they can also express sadness, loneliness, anguish, pain and fear. Something so small and seemingly unimportant can carry the heaviest burdens and secrets. All it takes is one tear.

However, Merlin cried many tears. His breaking soul flooded his body and made him shake uncontrollably, his head began to drown in this sea of memories that swarmed his mind and his eyes cried tears he had never shed before. His magic pulsed strongly, powerfully through his veins as it also shared this loss; its purpose was over. His destiny had been fulfilled.

But Merlin still cried. He did not care that his destiny had lead him to this point, he did not cry for that. He cried because he had lost his king, his reason for living, his friend. Arthur was dead. He was dead and it was his fault.

But he would not give up. Dead or not Arthur was his friend, and for his friends, Merlin will do anything. With tears streaming down his face and Arthur lying still in his weak arms, he looked up into the sky and called for his only hope. He shrieked with all of his power and as his raspy, torn voice, echoed out over the expanse of the lake, his eyes flashed gold and everything went quiet, with only the sound of his own crying to be heard.

The large sound of beating wings broke this heart-wrenching silence and the powerful, yet slightly worn, Kilgharrah landed on the fresh grass before his master. He simply stood and watched as Merlin continued to cry over Arthur's body. Despite the debated fact that dragons do not have emotions, the wise being couldn't help this feeling that pulled at his chest. Seeing the great warlock he had mentored for all these years crumble this way was not something he had ever wanted to see.

"Emrys." He called, his voice full of as much feeling as he could part.

A pain ridden face turned towards him, his eyes bleeding tears, and stared at him with so much hurt that the dragon's whole body sagged with sadness.

"Merlin. It seems your journey is over."

"You're wrong, he's not gone. He can't die. He's my friend." Merlin cried, still clutching the body of Arthur with all the strength he had left.

"Young warlock, this journey may be over, but a new time is beginning and so a new path will open." Kilgharrah said.

For the first time, a flicker of hope swept across Merlin's face, "You mean, he's not gone? I can bring him back?"

"You cannot." The dragon replied sadly.

"There must be a way! I cannot let him die! Not like this, not now." The wizard sobbed. "A life for a life. My life for his!"

"You mustn't do that, Emrys. You cannot give up your life for him." The creature stated.

"I have to! I can't just let him die!"

"Merlin, you must understand. Arthur's death was meant to be. Destiny was written this way and you cannot change it."

"I am Emrys. I am Magic. I can change his fate! I can bring him back!" Merlin pleaded, crying yet again.

The dragon shook his head, "You still do not see. You cannot bring back someone who was always planned to die. You cannot." He sighed, "But I can."

Merlin stared at the dragon with intense longing, "You can? You can bring him back? How?"

"I know much, I have been alive for centuries, I have seen the rise and fall of many civilizations, and I alone can trade places as I alone have the power and the knowledge to resurrect Arthur Pendragon."

"Trade places?" Merlin said, bluntly.

"A life for a life. Only a creature that has walked this planet for the length I have is able to bring back the king of legends. Although your power is great, your time here is not yet over." The dragon explained.

"No, you can't leave me." Said Merlin, more tears threatening to fall from his already weary eyes.

"Merlin, my time here is nearly at an end. To bring back Arthur, I would happily give my life." Kilgharrah said.

"But you are my friend also. You cannot leave me." Begged the sorcerer.

"I will never leave you, Emrys. When a dragon dies, their soul does not leave, or cease to exist, it becomes part of this world, it becomes magic. And, Merlin, you are magic. You are the living being who has the power to control it, to control me, and to control the fabric of this world."

There was a deep sadness that tore at both creatures' hearts. Merlin didn't want his teacher, his friend to go. He didn't want Kilgharrah to die. However he saw the truth in his words and knew that the dragon wouldn't change his mind. He also knew that Arthur mustn't die. Destiny is one thing. Friendship is another.

"I'm sorry," Merlin apologized.

The dragon chuckled, "Do not be sorry, young warlock, my time has come to an end, and I shall gladly die knowing of the future that you both will create."

Merlin cried again, "Thank you, for everything."

Kilgharrah smiled, "I should say the same to you, Merlin. I am proud to have known you."

And with that, Kilgharrah took his final breath and exhaled. His powerful, enchanted breath washed over Arthur and Merlin could feel the magic sweeping throughout the dead king. He looked sadly up at the old dragon before him and saw the being glowing. Kilgharrah was dying and Merlin could feel his heart wrench again. How many times must it be broken?

The dragons' form gradually became a golden silhouette and all of the magic flowing within Avalon became centered on the dying creature. The magic was pulled into the soul of the dragon and everything stopped for a moment. Suddenly, a bright light burst from Kilgharrah and Merlin's eyes were forced closed. When the light faded, the sorcerer turned his head back to where the dragon once stood, to his surprise, a type of golden energy hovered above the grass. It sunk slowly towards the ground and as it touched the earth, a golden wave swept across the land as it seemed to whisper, "Emrys…"

Please tell me what you think. I'm sorry if there are any mistakes or if it doesn't make sense.

Thanks for reading. :)