All Good Things

by Bryn T. Wedge

...must come to an end. Morgana breaks the heart of Camelot, and remains victorious amidst the pieces. Arthur and Merlin gain a new dragon friend and ally, but hope fails as they seem to pose no match to Morgana and her new partner in Magic. AU from end season 3, but Arthur and Gwen aren't together. Needless to say, Merthur develops.

1. Introduction

The fog had settled heavily upon the ground throughout the forest. The silver moonlight pierced through the trees and illuminated the mist, leaving only the darkened silhouettes of trees to cast their ominous shadows upon the dense undergrowth. Silently, a tall woman stepped out of the forest. She held herself with impeccable posture, as one would living a life of royalty, but her clothes were rugged and hardy – not something that would be suitable in the King's court. Her robes billowed in the gentle wind that swept through the forest, her long hair dancing upon her exposed chest. She remained still, staring out into the open clearing that was the edge of the forest.

"Morgana." A male voice spoke to her. The fog thinned slightly, revealing a man in shining silver armour and mail. He had short blonde hair that wisped to the side, and gleaming blue eyes. He bore the crest of Camelot, and wore the scarlet robe of royalty.

"Arthur." Morgana responded, uninterested. Her gaze was fixed upon the young man that stood behind the prince. "Merlin."
The boy focused his attention on her upon hearing his name. He stood beside Arthur, slightly behind, and wore simple clothes and a neckerchief. It was clear that he was not royalty like his companion.

The sound of clinking scales and the thud of a large body stepping forward resonated throughout the silent scenery, making Morgana's gaze dart about. A soft growl was heard as a reasonably sized dragon became visible standing behind the two men. Morgana jumped ever so slightly, but was quick to regain her composure.

"Give it up, Morgana – we are three, and you are only one." Merlin spoke, nervousness clear in his voice despite trying to appear confident.

"Oh am I?" She cooed, a smile erupting from her ruby lips. She made not another sound nor movement, but a figure behind her stepped closer. It held the shape of a large wolf, with glowing purple eyes. But as it moved closer the shape changed, and out of the fog behind Morgana stepped a man. He was as tall as her, skinny, and dressed in the same neat rugged attire. He held a staff with a purple gem in the top which glowed dully in the dark. He wore the same determined expression upon his face.
"Well well well, if it isn't my nemesis – and your pathetic friends."