Just a quick 2 shot for you all, This is what i think may happen for Series 5 episode 12... However much i dont want this to happen this is my spin on it. I hope you ENJOYYY :)

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Destinies End

Dark grey clouds tumbled across the ever darkening sky as the afternoon turned to night. The only light being the short flashes which tore across the sky in lightening streaks, Or the small fires which crackled away on the damp ground. A light rain sprinkled across the large fields which lay upon the outskirts of Camelot, Ultimately covering the cold, frozen bodies of soldiers which littered the water-clogged mud; causing a soft halo of light to reflect off the drops which rested on their cheeks and clothes. They were all fallen angels.

Among the dead were small groups of survivors dressed in glinting armour and accompanied by the familiar crimson cloaks of Camelot. Slowly men of all ages, sizes and types stretched their muscles and climbed upwards; slowly limping their way towards the outskirts of a forest for shelter from the rain; Not looking back as they left what they had been fighting for behind. Others stood by bodies and mourned at the sight of their fallen friends; clasping their hands and hanging their heads in honour as they took in the memory of their brightest days.

One of the soldiers seemed to freeze however as he stood upwards, His hand reaching to his head slowly; brushing his matted dark hair away from his features, to discover a fresh cut which spanned his temple. Sir Gwaine, Or Sir drunk-a-lot known by his closest of friend swayed in his place as he pondered over the fog which covered the memories on how he had got here. Camelot had been mighty, powerful and strong. It had a queen and a king who cared for its people, Knights who would risk their lives and loyal servants. But with its fame and power came the kingdoms enemies, Sorcerers with the saddest of minds to beasts with the deadliest glare in the realm. Then like a torch being lit in the darkest of places his memories returned in a flash.

Morgana. The witch had been collecting up an army, joined with another younger man- His appearance fresh and deadly. The people and his friends had said they had no memory of the man, Of his appearance… of his intentions. Yet whenever his name was mentioned Arthur would look away and screw his fists tight… and Merlin… would wince in fear.

The war had come around quicker than anyone could imagine, And with it came the death and losses. Gaius had been killed by an insider- Hired by Morgana, The witch wanted the kingdom weak and broken- she got was she required from that action. In anger the servant had begged for Arthur to let his fight by his side, But the king wasn't having it. They had left without the raven haired man, But in the end he ended up beside them as they stared down upon the mass of bodies dressed in clad black.

"GWAINE!"

The knight was knocked from his memory as the familiar call of his closest friend rang through the air. Turning, the man found a small smile of joy filling his face at the sight of Merlin, Standing rather awkwardly among the battle ground with his goofy grin.

"Merlin!" Gwaine exclaimed as he walked forwards and clasped the man's hand tightly, The last time he had seen the man had been when himself, Arthur and Merlin were facing the witch. They were trapped, two men with swords a servant and an all-powerful sorcerer. "Good to see your alive- What… Happened?"

"Um-" Merlin looked around and back to the direction he had come from, Before slowly allowing his head to roll back to meet Gwaine's questioning glance, "Morgana knocked you out, And same with Arthur- But he came around quicker than you and stabbed her-"

"Morgana's dead!" Gwaine exclaimed joyfully as he smiled,

"Yeah- " The warlock uttered as he looked away from the knight eyes, His face falling slightly. "Have you seen Arthur- We all got separated…"

"No I haven't-" Gwaine uttered as he glanced back towards the treeline, Spotting the other knights as he did. Smiling and waving he turned back to the raven haired man before him and nodded his thanks and respect, "I will see you soon Merlin- Im glad your alright… I couldn't imagine being a knight without you being here"

The warlock nodded and smirked at the statement, And watched as the dark haired knight walked past, leaving him alone among the sea bodies. Wandering forwards the warlock allowed his blue eyes to search the bodies which covered the ground around him. He could only wish what he had told Gwaine was true, Yet in reality it was exactly the opposite. Gwaine had been knocked unconscious, And in that time Mordred had appeared and began to fight Arthur- Leaving Merlin with Morgana. The king had been surprisingly reluctant to let Merlin back away with Morgana following like a crazed predator after prey. However once out of sight the warlock released his full power and fell Morgana.

"ARTHUR!" The young man bellowed into the sky as he stepped forwards once again, Beginning to climb a steep hill and towards the remnants of a small stone hut. Morgana's pleading eyes still haunted his mind as she extended a hand upwards towards him, Her mouth hanging open loosely as she struggled to draw breathe past the blood which pooled in her mouth.

"ARTHUR!" Merlin bellowed again as he came to the top of the hill, Pushing back the memories of the witch as he did. "ARTHUR!" The warlock cried outwards again as he pulled his fingers through his hair.

"Mer-"

Merlin's eyes shot open as he ran forwards and into the remains of the rubble building; His hands splaying out to the side as he ran his fingers over the worn stone, Turning his head the young man searched the surroundings as worry began to pulse through his body. "ARTHUR!" Merlin shouted again as he walked further forwards, His eyes a storm as anger for his enemies replaced the worry-

"Mer-lin, You.. idiot"

The warlock spun on his heel and supressed a gasp as he spotted his king. Camelot's king. Arthur was leant against a small wall, His head limp as he gazed up at his servant. Upon his face was a smudged handprint in blood; contrasting again his stark white skin and stormy blue eyes. Merlin followed the king's hand to his chest where a large blood stain was beginning to form through his chainmail. Jumping forwards the servant dropped to his knee's as he pulled away the kings hands to expose the injury further.

"What happened?" Merlin muttered as he pressed down harder against its surface after deeming it too dangerous to move. Arthur laughed and glanced across to his left, causing Merlin's own eyes to follow.

The body of Mordred laid sprawled outwards, an injury similar to Arthur's adorned his front as his hand remained sprawled lifelessly outwards. "I killed him…" The king muttered as he glanced back to his closest friend who knelt before him, "The small boy I saves seven years ago-"

"Yes Arthur but that was probably after what he did to you-" Merlin replied as he drew his eyes away, His sight catching the glint a dagger; its blade covered in the sticky substance… blood.

"He stabbed me as he fell mer-" The king broke off as he gasped in pain his breathing quickening as a small sweat began to form on his brow, Merlin leaned in closer as he pressed down on the wound harder with his hands; wincing as his friends blood began to coat his own palms.

"Arthur? Arthur- Its going to be okay- trust me-" Merlin uttered as he glanced over his shoulder and towards the battlefield once again, "GWAINE! GWAINE!"

"Its no use Merlin-" Arthur stated as he reached upwards and grabbed his friends arm, "Just listen please… please…. MERLIN!"

The warlock turned as his face fell, water beginning to well up in his eyes as he pressed even harder against the wound, "What you clotpole-"

"Merlin now's not the…. Time" The king sighed as he shifted in his position. "I need you to do something for me-"

"You can do it yourself!" The warlock smirked as he glanced down to his tunic, releasing the wound the man tore off a long fraying strip and wrapped it across the wound, before re-applying the pressure once again.

"Merlin when I die…"

"Your not going to die-"

"Merlin" Arthur almost growled as he winced in pain, "When I die… I need you to do something for me… I need you to look after Gwen-"

"Arthur.." Merlin sighed as he released some of the pressure. To be honest the king had already lost too much blood. If he was to survive… it would need to be a miracle.

"And… I want her to be happy… And I want… you to be too" Arthur hissed again as his own hand clenched tightly, Shaking his head the warlock sighed and removed his hands from the wound, Instead placing his palm against the kings forehead. Fever. Arthur didn't have much time.

"Arthur your not going to die… your too important… too many people rely on you" Merlin uttered as he pulled away the fabric and held his hands over the wound, "Just don't think differently of me-"

"Merlin… your my closest friend…"

The warlock avoided his friend eyes as he closed his own and felt the pulse of his own magic within him. This was it. The end of his destiny. The end of his secret.

"forbærning mín aldfriþ eac gefræge"

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