*Waves* Hi, me again. *Rubs back of neck*

I am so sorry that this is so much later than I said it would be. Technically, I was meant to put the 28th August but for some reason, I had put the wrong date. And then worked happened. Someone was off and I covered shifts for him and I have worked so much that I just didn't have the time to write and basically, I have only had about 6 days where I could be really productive and get stuff done but I didn't.

But hopefully, I am back on track(ish) and I hope that you will enjoy this story like you have the others.

On with the first chapter.

Chapter 1

The atmosphere was different. As the two armies sat there, waiting for an instruction, it just didn't feel the same as it did only a couple of hours ago. Everyone knew why. It was the reason that a tent has been set up in the middle of what would be the battlefield.

It didn't worry them what they felt. They had come all this way on the orders of their king, someone who they would have gladly died for.

But now each side had a new king to answer to.

Uther Pendragon's body lied in a tent on the Camelot side, as did Balinor Wyllt's body lied in a tent on the Drugonian side. Each being guarded, ready to take home to where they should be rightfully buried.

The tent in the centre held the two new kings of their respective kingdoms. Both of them coming to terms to what happened. They sat either side of the table but neither of them had spoken a word since they had been asked to be alone. Tears made their way down both of their faces and they both knew that they would be the ones to end this war.

"I'm sorry," Merlin said, telling Arthur.

Arthur closed his eyes and shook his head. "It was a reaction. I saw Morgana do it."

"There is a difference between Morgana and me. I should be able to control my magic. I know not to allow my emotions to get to me."

Arthur opened his eyes and stared ahead of him. "You weren't to know that he would hit his head against that rock."

"What do we do now?" Merlin asked.

"I don't know."

They fell silent again.

There was only one thing that they could do. Pack up and return home. Become King and start their rule.

Merlin didn't want to return home. He didn't want to face his mother. He couldn't save his father when he needed to the most.

Arthur didn't want to return home. He didn't want to go back to a place where he seemed like a stranger. He didn't want to do it all on his own.

They both looked up as Lancelot and Leon entered the tent.

"Sire." They both said at the same time.

"The men are waiting for instruction," Lancelot said. "A number of them are worried about the Autumn being upon us and then getting the harvest done in time."

Merlin nodded at him. "Understandable."

"I would guess that our lords would also want to watch over the harvest. Make sure they have enough for the winter." Arthur commented.

"Yes, Sire," Leon said.

"Then that is what we will do," Merlin said. "We will go home and mourn the losses here today. We will go home and harvest to survive the winter. We will talk when that is over." He turned to Lancelot. "Is umm..."

"Everything has been taken care of. All is left is for you to call the dragons to take him home."

Merlin nodded. "We could arrange the same for Uther. You don't want to be marching for weeks with … his body. I know it would be the last thing that he would want, being flown home by a dragon, but it might … just be better."

Arthur looked up at Leon. "He would hate it."

"It would give a better image for the people to grieve their king," Leon said. "I am not totally for it but if … you know what I mean sire."

"Don't worry. I won't call Killgharrah."

Arthur and Leon turned to him with a face full of confusion. He knew that he would have to explain.

They had set up a tent for Morgana and she hadn't left it since she had entered it. She didn't sleep and she had eaten very little. She knew that she was scaring Gwen but she couldn't eat or sleep. The guilt ate away at her from the moment she saw Balinor in Merlin's arm and he uttered those awful words, telling her that he was dead.

It was all her fault.

If she hadn't accidentally used her magic in front of Uther, he wouldn't have marched from Camelot towards Drugonia, declaring war. He wouldn't have left Camelot if it wasn't for her magic.

It was all her fault.

Balinor told her that Uther wouldn't be happy if she left Camelot and she went with him. She knew what Uther was like. She shouldn't have left Camelot in the first place. If she hadn't left Camelot, Uther wouldn't have tried to get her back and Drugonia wouldn't have been blamed for her magic.

It was all her fault.

It was her fault that Balinor was dead. It made her sick. She couldn't even look at Merlin, the man that she has wanted to be reunited with for weeks. She couldn't look at him.

Because it was all her fault.

It was all her fault.

She was the cause of this war and this tragedy.

Balinor was dead because of her.

Uther was dead because of her. Although that might be seen as a good thing.

Merlin was King because of her.

Arthur was King because of her. Again, that might be seen as a good thing.

But it wasn't meant to be like that. She was meant to get married to Merlin and become the Princess of Drugonia that the kingdom was proud to call their Queen in the future. She was meant to live and learn. She hadn't even helped out in her first mid-winter yet.

Because if Merlin was King, she would now be Queen.

Morgana could sense her own thought spiralling out of control. She knew that she should be strong for Merlin and be the shoulder that he should cry on but she wasn't the person that he first met in Camelot. She knew that she had changed and she knew that it wasn't for the better.

She felt like she was heading towards her downfall.

And it was all her fault.