Fate ll

Morgana recovered from the fall she suffered only to find that Mordred was dead. Her last and only friend was lying at her feet and it was nothing she could do to change it. Burying him and she swore revenge with the fire burning in her heart. Her body was weak, but the hate and the grief she felt were too strong to let her rest. She had to do something.

She couldn't cry. The concept seemed so foreign to her now, but she remembered a time long ago when tears used to come so easily. She hadn't done that for for what felt like a decade. The desire to cry made her feel weak and she wasn't weak. she wasn't that kind of person anymore; little girl willing to sacrifice herself for others. She was sick of that.

The witch couldn't believe how stupid she'd been. She'd been stabbed, poisoned, crushed under layers of stones over the years. Living in misery had become her norm, as well as to starve, dream and see all her dreams turning into ashes, to trust and be betrayed over and over again. The healing bracelet helped her a lot, but there were things that couldn't be fixed no matter how powerful the magic she used. The best example was her soul: so damaged, so full of hate and pain.

She's never admit or think of herself in such a way, but after all that happened leaving nothing in her wake, Morgana's mind slowed down long enough for her to reflect on herself as a person. The image of herself five years ago was something she hardly recognized.

It is only because of Emrys. He ruined my dreams. He must suffer as I suffered all this time. I want him to beg me to put an end to his pitiful life. He had poisoned my dreams. I want him to fear me as I've feared him. But he will never do that. Even without his magic he had the courage to face me. I couldn't see fear in his eyes no matter how much I wanted.

Deep inside she knew that she didn't have the power to put Merlin on his feet, to ruin him.

If only he lost his friend. He would never forgive himself if Arthur died. It will destroy him. And poor Arthur is wounded, wounded by Mordred's sword. None can survive, not even Arthur. Merlin won't be able to help him. But he would try to and he would have to reveal himself. I can't imagine Arthur's face when he would find that his loyal manservant is a sorcerer

.Her eyes flash with true hate and her wicked laugh echoed in the silent valley, the grave of so many knights and soldiers.

Hadn't it been for Emerys I would have won this war. But it's over, over for you, Emrys.

But she was too ill and deeply wounded. Soon she felt how her strength was leaving her and she couldn't stand on her feet. Soon her body fell down on the grass and the witch tried to call for Aithusa but her voice was too low her speech, but a whisper. Leaves were crunching underfoot nearby making her hope they were her allies. But she was wrong, very saw five men wearing chain mails and long dark capes. She knew for sure they weren't knights of Camelot as she would have recognized their red capes and that silly golden dragon anywhere. Judging the ferocity written on their faces they seemed like monsters than men. But Morgana was familiar with such people. After all, she wasn't known for her kindness.

One of those men approach to her and spoke in a mocking tone.

''What we have here?" He said laughing. "The famous witch, Morgana Pendragon. How do you feel my dear? I hope you'll love my sweet home. " He stopped as he wanted to enjoy the fear written on Morgana face." It doesn't matter anyway because I don't care."

She didn't have a chance to answer. The last thing she heard before she fainted was his evil laugh.

It was already night, but Merlin was still on the bank of the lake. He knew it was useless to wait, but he didn't have where to go. A part of him wanted to go back home, to his mother, but he didn't belong there anymore. He didn't want to hide anymore, to live a petty existence, to watch people being hurt and do nothing when he knew he could do some much for them. And he couldn't go home because he knew she was still waiting for her husband to come back home. Merlin hadn't had the courage to tell her yet that he had met his father, who'd sacrificed himself for him. No, he couldn't let himself to think of that. It was too painful. He had lost so many people in such a short time: Arthur, Lancelot, Freya, his father, Will and now he was forced to leave behind Camelot and people he loved. His last father's words came back in his memory:

"You are my son."

"I've seen enough in you to know you will make me proud…''

There's no coming back. There is nothing left for me here. No matter how much I need my friends and my mother I need to find my destiny, I have to fix the wrongs that had been made and I won't be able to do that in Camelot. I have to find those like me, to protect them from the evil that will come. People will need someone to blame for what Morgana had done. Many innocent people will suffer. People will take revenge on druids and sorcerers even if they are using their powers for good. I'm not going to allow that. Not anymore. I have to find a place for them, a place where they can live in peace. I have to warn them that war brings only death and that hate and revenge will bring more sufferance.

He knew that this same fear was what had changed Morgana and he want to prevent that for happening again. He would fight for justice; for those who were not able to protect themselves, sorcerers or ordinary people. Albion will need all of them. The peace will be established only when they will be brothers again, when people won't fear the power of magic, but the darkness of men's heart.

The thought of his destiny reminded him of The Great Dragon's words. He felt so sad that he would never see him again. He was right about everything... A world of peace and beauty was everything Kilgharrah wanted, a world he had seen in his own dreams, but which he would never see. Then he remembered that he had to put an end to Morgana. He had to be sure that Camelot would be out of any danger, that Albion would flourish one day. The dragon had warned him, but he had been so blind.

What about the young dragon, Aithusa? He had told me she will wish only good for Albion, but she joined Morgana. How could she care for Albion? What should I do? She is the only dragon left, the last of her kind. He knew that she meant good, that everything she had done, she had done because she loved Morgana. She was her friend. How could I allowed Sarrum to do her such a harm. Despite all the evil Morgana had released I have to admit that she was there for Aithusa when I wasn't. A smile appeared on his face as he thought about his first encounter with Kilgharrah.

"Perhaps it's your destiny to change that.''

Of course it is. I'm the last dragonlord, it's my duty to help her. I should have done that long time ago. Had I helped her then a lot of things would had been better and maybe Arthur would be alive now. I had to find her. That is how I should start. But I don't know how to call her.

He felt lost again not knowing what to do or how to start. He couldn't summon Kilgharrah, he is too old and weak and Merlin didn't want to harm him more.

Camlann. She must be there. I sent her away. She must have come back to look for Morgana. But that mean Morgana will be there too.. Then I will kill her. He said to himself. She must be wounded.

It seemed easy to plan that, but he knew he wouldn't be so simple. The memory of the old Morgana still haunted him and he couldn't stop feeling guilty for the part he'd played in her destiny.

It's better for everyone. I will try to make it as quick and painless as possible. Maybe in death she would find the peace and love her soul is craving for.

I want to apologize if I've done too many mistakes. I do my best, but English is not my mother tongue and it doesn't come naturally to me. I need your help to improve my English and if you have time, correct me and give me some suggestion, please. What do you think about my story? (I know it is too early to ask you as you have no idea what is in store for them, though I would like to know your opinion). I'm sorry that I had to let Arthur die, but my story wouldn't have been possible if he lived. Don't worry, you will have him back, but it may take a while. Actually, (let me tell you a secret) you will have some Arthur's moments in the next chapter.

I hope that this chapter hasn't confused you. That's is how I imagined them reacting to the recent events.