Rating: T
Genre: Tragedy/Drama?
Characters: Merlin, Morgana (mentions Arthur, Gwen, and Lancelot)
Disclaimer: I have no claim on the show Merlin. It belongs to the BBC or whoever else owns it. I just wish to live in the world they have created. *sighs* I'm such a dork.
SPOILERS: None. Well, none about the show - but some for the real legend. But the show might not follow it, so it doesn't matter does it?
WARNINGS: Deathfic.
A/N: I think that the bond between Morgana and Merlin (through magic) is kinda amazing. I love it. But **SPOILER** in Le Morte d'Arthur when Merlin makes the dragon angry and it yells or whatever and Morgana wakes up (who knows why, I like to think it's because she heard the dragon) I'm going with her beginning to be a cohort of the dragon and they become the enemy. This fic is set in that future.
Tagline: This is the end she never dreamt about, but always knew would come to pass.
Unwritten End
"I know what you are."
Merlin looked the young woman in the eyes. Crystal, see-through, hard as diamonds. Clear as a lake. Deadly. His lips quirked up into the imitation of a lopsided smirk that held no mirth. Only cold, calculating hatred. He went in for the kill. "And I you, Morgana."
Only the slight widening of her eyes, too quick for normal vision to catch, gave away her reaction. She drew herself up, held fast her ground. "We might have become allies once."
Narrowing his eyes, Merlin all but spat at her. "Then you betrayed Arthur. That was your downfall." She, who he had once upon a time called 'friend', would not breathe air again after tonight.
Morgana laughed haughtily. "Ever the faithful lapdog. Do you get a treat every time you protect him? Or do you have to beg? I heard that's what Guinevere has to do. Why else would she have gone to that other dog, Lancelot."
"You cannot goad me, Morgana. You have no right to talk about anyone like that."
A burst of lightning lit up the sky. Morgana almost missed the flash of amber colouring Merlin's eyes. A part of her wished she had. She closed her eyes and whispered a word. "Magic."
Walking towards her, Merlin replied with a simple, "yes." He looked down at her. She looked so small and frail with her eyes closed. Like she would snap like a twig if he touched her. It's her eyes that got him. Open now, reminding him that the same power of the Old Religion coursed through her veins. He felt it wash over him and it staggered him how very powerful she really was. She regarded him with a look of curiosity. Merlin reached to brush a stray hair out of her eyes, his face like stone. Morgana closed her eyes again. She knew that her time had come. Ever since that day…
Lightning struck. There were no screams. Merlin walked away, hand blackened and cradled next to his heart.
Comments and constructive criticisms welcome. ^_^
- Uinen