Hello all fellow Fanfictioners!

So this is my version of the final episode of Merlin. I know there are a lot of them but for annoying reasons unknown, they always seems to end in the Merthur style and honestly I'm sick of it; so I did one of my own.

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As per usual, all types of Reviews are welcome.

Disclaimer: Merlin belongs to BBC (at least the TV bit does) and to the legends and myths and stories. I don't own anything but my words.

Now enough of this small talk and onto the story =D

Final Defiance

A Merlin fanfic

As Merlin raced towards Camlann, he could almost imagine the battle raging over the hill between the hoof beats. Cl-clump, the Saxons charging. Cl-clump, the battle cry sounding. Cl-clump, swords clanging together. Cl-clump, breath catching. Cl-lump, swords thrust through bodies. Cl-clump, the soft crash as they fell to their knees, aware for only an instant what had happened.

Different ideas were forming in his mind about ways he could arrive at the battle: use the aging spell and arrive as Dragoon, stay hidden atop the cliff and help from a distance, simply run through the crowd helping wherever he could, get to Arthurs side and let the prat do whatever he would do when he found out about his magic...

Deciding on the first, he started to mutter the enchantment, onto the last syllable when he was rudely interrupted by a loud "YARRRRRRRRRRRR" from the trees just ahead of him.

Running from their hiding place in the bushes were three Saxons, waving swords and maces wildly round their heads like a ribbon dancer with no grace.

Oh how they wish they wish they had come a mere second later. Merlin, Halfway through the aging spell immediately switched to another but, as the Saxon were soon to find, the two spells didn't mix all that well.

In the end, all the leader saw was a speeding horse, a bewildered rider and his companions bursting into hysterical laughter (hey even Saxons know when something's funny).

As Merlin reached the cliff edge of Camlann, Merlin quickly realised Camelot's Knights were outnumbered almost 4-1. Craning his neck to see over a large boulder, he was relieved to see that Arthur had got his message and a portion of knights- led by Percival- were slowly dispatching the Saxons coming through the path Merlin had told Arthur about.

However, as he watched how the battle was going and he saw how the Camelot Knights were slowly getting the upper-hand, he found himself contemplating weather or not he should save Camelot with a snap of his fingers killing hundreds, or let Camelot suffer great loss but not deflate their ego by letting them fight themselves. He watch for a while more then decided that as he had saved Camelot so many times that they could do this one by themselves. All he had to do was sit down and enjoy the show of knights and Saxons running around like crazed chickens and bashing each other on the head and join in when Morgana did.

3 hours later

Oh how he regretted that decision.

It was getting kinda' tedious: Leon survived a fatal wound, proving Merlin's theory that he was immortal, Gwaine smiled charmingly as he flirted with all the opposition, making them loose their concentration before stabbing then through the chest (You'd think they had learnt after the tenth one), Percival gave then bear hugs and suffocated them ten at a time, and Arthur was being his usual pratness; he'd seen it all before.

"Oh, screw this," Merlin muttered darkly, as he stepped out from behind the rock.

Arthur had stopped counting the number of Saxons who met the tip of his sword. After only two minutes, all the faces started to blur together. Not that he ever really had a good look at their faces; when you have another enemy charging at you in all their bloody glory, you don't really have the time to register the details.

But for some reason, his thoughts strayed to what Merlin would say if he could see the bloodshed. He knew the servant had stuck by him all the previous times he rode out to fight someone or something; why would this time be any different? And to go off on a mere errand…

But Arthur couldn't afford to get distracted. With Gwaine to his left, Leon to his right, Percival and countless other knights that were here because of their love for his kingdom, he couldn't let them down because his manservant was not there with him. So he kept fighting, forcing his emotions to the back of his mind where they whispered but were drowned by the screams of war.

He didn't know how long it was until Percival joined with the trio, and they once again started fighting exactly like they had those countless times in the woods…Almost.

Without Merlin hiding in the grass or behind a tree or boulder, it wasn't quite the same.

There it was again. Why did it only hit him now how much he needed that idiot of a servant? Without Merlin, it felt like a piece of him was missing, like he had lost his other half, like a coin cut in half…

Arthur was brought out of his thoughts by a sudden shout of "SIRE" from his right and Leon's blade materialised in front of his face, stopping a sword aimed for his neck.

Gwaine who was currently free of any opponents turned to him and said "we all feel the loss of Merlin but right now we need to focus."

Am I so easy to read?

"Yes Princess, you are," Gwaine said nonchalantly.

Damn it. Wait… How-?

"You're an open book Princess. Get over it."

Oh really. Arthur smirked. Gwaine is a stupid ass who can't sing any drinking songs and smells like elderberries.

"Sure you're not thinking 'bout yourself Princess," Gwaine's cheeky reply sounded.

"Why you little-"

"Sire! You need to concentrate!" Leon shouted while deflecting another blade aimed for Arthur.

"You're right, of course you're right. We need to fight for Camelot and-"

But at that moment he had glanced over Gwaine's shoulder and saw a shadowy figure standing on an outcrop of rock that looked suspiciously like…

The silhouette outstretched his hand yelled a few words Arthur couldn't hear but by the flash of gold in his eyes, knew they had just cast the spell that had sent 20 Saxons flying through the air.

"Is that…" Arthur started.

"Holy mother of magic!" Gwaine exclaimed. "That's Merlin"

And for the next 20 seconds, the fight became considerably less metallic and more a low hum of muttering as the knights tried to figure out who the familiar figure was, and the Saxons wondered what type of sorcerer helped a kingdom that would burn him at the stake if they got his hands on him.

Their musings were interrupted, however, by Morgana's screech of "EMRYS!"

At this, the main shock wore off and the Camelotian knights started to gain the upper hand. Although there were many more Saxons than the knights, with the help of this "Emrys", they seemed to be slowly decreasing their numbers.

Every so often, Arthur would see Merlin raise the staff he had in his hand and send a few Saxons flying. Arthur, however, didn't have time to think about the fact that Merlin was a sorcerer but if he did he suspected he would have punched him. How could he have kept a secret like that under the nose of my father?

But as he thought about it, maybe he didn't. He could recall several times Merlin had said he had magic but he had just looked past it. A servant who trips over his own feet wouldn't have been able to keep a secret like that… right?

But again, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed so obvious. Every hunting trip where bandits attacked them, a tree branch happened to fall and hit the person who was about to run one of the knights through. And who was always there?

The answer came to him before he had finished asking it. Merlin.

Oh, God I'm an idiot.

"That you are Princess."

Arthur cursed under his breath.