The Wicked Day

In a land of Myth and a time of magic,
The destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of two young people,
Their names,
Merlin and Mira-Liana

Time had passed since the Dorocha attacked and Camelot was recovering smoothly. There was no sign of anything from Agravain or Gaheris, but everyone was still on their guard.

At the moment, there was reason to rejoice as it was time for Arthur's birthday. Dancers, acrobats, and jugglers from a traveling circus had come for the party's entertainment, a huge feast was in preparation and Arthur's family was in the midst of preparing the gifts they would bring to him that night.

Mira-Liana was in her chambers, talking with her brother and watching over her niece and nephew, who were playing with Merlin.

"I hope Arthur will like this," said Mira-Liana, as she tied off the ribbon on Arthur's gift.

"Trust me, he'll be thrilled," said Merlin, as he jiggled his children on his knees.

Mira-Liana nodded as she hid the parcel so Arthur wouldn't find it before celebrations that night.

There was a knock on the door, and then Percival came in carrying Amora and Merrick on his back and he was covered from head to toe in paint. He'd been watching them for the day and was apparently, paying the price for it.

"Percival, what happened to you?" asked Merlin, looking like he was trying to stifle a laugh.

"Amora and Merrick wanted help making Arthur's birthday gift and got a little excited with the paints," said Percival, but he was smiling nevertheless as he put Amora and Merrick down. The little ones were little more than three years old now.

Despite his giant-like size and strength, Percival was actually more of a teddy bear underneath. He especially had a soft spot for little children.

Mira-Liana smiled. "Thank you, Percival."

"My pleasure, Your Majesty," said Percival, laughing and earning a scowl from Mira-Liana, who detested being called 'Your Majesty' by family members. "Well, I must be off. See you tonight. I can't wait to see the performers."

"Neither can we," said Merlin, smiling.

When Percival left, Merrick and Amora tugged on their mother's skirt.

"What'd you two make for your father?" asked Mira-Liana, as Merrick held up the item.

Mira-Liana took it and saw that it was a pretty little picture of herself, Arthur and the children together, which made her smile as she hugged her little ones.

"This is wonderful. Your father's going to love this," said Mira-Liana.

"I'm going to love what?" asked Arthur, coming into the room. He chuckled when he saw the children's paint-stained frocks. "Well, I see someone had fun painting today. Come here, you two."

Amora and Merrick immediately scurried over to him as he took them into his arms.

"Daddy, we made this for you. Happy birthday," said Amora.

Arthur saw the painting and smiled. "This is lovely. Thank you." He kissed their heads. "Now, why don't you go play with your cousins and then I'll help you prepare for tonight's festivities in an hour?"

"Okay," they said.

"Well, this certainly is a change in your mood, I must say," said Merlin, as the children went off to play.

"What do you mean?" asked Arthur.

"I mean, you've been down about your birthday all week," said Merlin. "Seriously, what's wrong? It's your birthday, for heaven's sake! You've got an entire circus providing you entertainment, one of the best feasts ever is being prepared, there's been peace for weeks, and you've got your friends and family celebrating with you. What's wrong?"

Arthur looked as if he was about to protest and deny anything was wrong as he had all week to anyone else who'd asked, but upon being given a stern gaze from them both, he surrendered.

"I just wish my father were better. If he's not fit to come, this'll be my first birthday without him there," he confessed, looking quite sad.

Mira-Liana felt a pang of sympathy as she cupped his face. "I know how hard this is for you, but you mustn't let it get you down. He'd want you to be happy today and if I know Uther, he won't miss tonight's festivities for the world. You mean more to him than you know."

This seemed to life the sadness from Arthur's eyes as he held Mira-Liana tight against him as Merlin comfortingly squeezed Arthur's shoulder.

Arthur smiled inwardly to himself. Where would he be with Merlin and Mira-Liana? They were always there for him in good times and bad. Together they really were an inseperable trio. As Kilgarrah's father had once said, Merlin and Arthur were two sides of the same coin and Mira-Liana was the edge that held it all together.

XXX

Later that day, Arthur went to see his father and spoke with him. Knowing Uther liked to keep track of what was going on in his people's lives, Arthur spoke on matters of the Court until Uther interrupted.

"You should not speak on matters of the Court today," said Uther, softly.

Arthur stared. "Father?"

"You think I would ever forget that today is the anniversary of your birth?" asked Uther.

Much to Arthur's joy, Uther was smiling and moving without assistance as he sat up a little taller in his chair. "I take it there are plans for suitable celebrations this evening?"

Arthur nodded. "Yes. There's a feast being prepared as we speak and some traveling performers for entertainment. I'll tell you about it tomorrow."

Uther shook his head. "Nonsense. You think I'd miss my son's anniversary? I will be attending tonight, if you and the others will have me."

Arthur smiled through happy tears. This was the most response they'd gotten from Uther in so long. Perhaps he was truly recovering at last. "We love to have you there."

Uther smiled and then held out his arms. "Come here, Arthur."

Without hesitation, Arthur embraced his father. Men like Uther didn't show much affection outwardly to their offspring often, so this was a rare treat indeed.

"I love you, Father," said Arthur.

"I love you too, son," said Uther.

XXX

That night, Arthur seemed to be greatly cheered up, and many were relieved to see that Uther's condition was improving at long last. He was joining in the fun with the rest of them and looked happy to be there. The entertainment that night was spectactular. There were fire-breathers, acrobats, singers and dancers, musicians, jugglers and so much more.

Eventually, it came time for Arthur to open his gifts. He enjoyed them all, and then he opened Mira-Liana's gift to find that inside the box was a red baby blanket with the Pendragon crest on it. It certainly was very lovely.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"It's beautiful, Ana, but I don't understand…"

"I thought it might be useful in about seven months," said Mira-Liana, with a twinkle in her eyes.

Arthur's brow furrowed in confusion. "Seven months? Why…" then his eyes widened. "You're certain?"

Mira-Liana nodded. "I found out last week, but I wanted to wait until tonight to tell you. I'm two months along with our third child," she said, smiling.

Arthur looked overjoyed before taking her hand and kissing it. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too," said Mira-Liana.

"Well, this is wonderful news indeed," said Uther, smiling. "Congratulations to you both."

"Thank you, Father," said Arthur.

Everyone clapped for them and then came for one of the best parts of the entertainment. The ring leader stepped forward in front of an enormous wooden, circular knife-throwing board.

"I require a volunteer. Prince Arthur. What better and more fitting occasion for you to demonstrate your legendary bravery? Do you accept the challenge?" he asked.

"Of course," said Arthur, as he rose up, making the twins inwardly groan.

So help me, if you get yourself killed while doing this, I'll make you regret it, said Mira-Liana, warningly.

That goes for me too, said Merlin.

Would you two relax? Everything will be fine. What could possibly go wrong? asked Arthur, trying not to roll his eyes at them. He knew they hated it when he did this, and he appreciated their concern, but he didn't have much of a choice.

Arthur found himself tied to the board with an apple stuffed into his mouth. He was then spun around as the act began. The first two blades nearly missed his head by an inch, causing amazement and applause from many, but nearly giving his loved ones a heart attack. When the third knife was thrown, it came dangerously close and would've hit Arthur's face had the twins not cast a spell to make it hit the apple instead.

Everyone applauded and some looked more relieved at Arthur's survival than others.

"And you say I give you heart attacks," muttered Mira-Liana, as he sat down beside her.

"Well, it's over now. I'm fine," said Arthur, as he kissed her hand, making her smile.

They were so caught up in the moment that they failed to overhear the ringleader and his accomplice's conversation. If they had, they would've realized that the two were King Odin's men sent on a yet another assassination plot to kill Arthur and that the apple placed in Arthur's mouth contained a sedative that would further their plans.

XXX

After the festivities had ended, Arthur went to visit his father to say good-night, gently refusing to be accompanied by the others. He was slightly dazed from the sedative in the apple, but he thought he was perfectly fine.

"You're certainly in a good mood," said Merlin, chuckling.

"Why shouldn't I be?" said Arthur, smiling. "I've had a wonderful birthday, my father's finally starting to get better, and I'll get to be a father again."

Mira-Liana smiled as he wrapped his arms around her and gently placed his hands on her stomach where their baby lay. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Happy birthday, my love."

Arthur gently kissed her. "And a very happy birthday it's been, indeed," he said. "I'll see you later."

And with that, he left the chambers, feeling euphoric.

When he arrived in his father's chambers, he found Uther sitting in his usual seat by the window, asleep with an empty wine goblet in his hand. Arthur gently removed the goblet and covered him with a blanket before taking the seat opposite him.

He'd just started to doze off when suddenly, he saw the ringleader's reflection in the silver pitcher on the table. The man was wielding a sword. Quickly, Arthur leapt up, grabbed his sword and began to fight him.

"Guards! Guards!" he yelled.

But neither guard came as they had both been knocked out by the ringleader.

Arthur was normally an amazing fighter—one of Camelot's best—but this time, because of the sedative, he did not fare well. Within moments, he was disarmed and knocked down. He could barely even lift himself or keep his eyes open at this point.

"Good-bye, Arthur Pendragon," snarled the ringleader.

He was about to finish his job, only to be stopped by another blade, Uther's. And Uther looked beyond furious with rage only a father knew.

"It'll take more than a coward like you to slay my son!" he growled.

And with that, they fought and they fought hard. Uther was able to hold his own against the assassin, surprisingly enough. But when it came to Arthur's life, nothing could keep Uther away. He could be as fierce as a dragon when need be. But soon, the battle started to become Uther was hit in the stomach andknocked down.

"Have you anything to say to your son before I kill him?"

Just as he was about to strike, Uther stopped him yet again. They fought once more, and then Uther managed to disarm him before punching him hard in the jaw, sending him down. Then, just as Uther was about to finish it, the ringleader thrust his concealed dagger into Uther's chest. Each man's blade struck one another and as the ringleader died, Uther collapsed.

The drug had worn off at this point, and Arthur was able to catch his falling father just in time.

At the sight of the wound, Arthur quickly became afraid.

"GUARDS! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" yelled Arthur. "GUARDS! HELP!"

His shouting was heard and within moments, everyone arrived, including Gaius. They got Uther onto the bed and began treating him for knife wound as the guards removed the assassin's body.

"Arthur, what happened?" asked Mira-Liana, as Uther was tended to.

With tears in his eyes, Arthur told the sad tale and when he finished, everyone looked upset. Gaius and Mordred, who'd been tending to Uther, looked quite grim.

"Gaius, Mordred, how is he?" asked Arthur.

"It's not good," said Gaius, sadly. "The blade has touched his heart. He's bleeding internally."

"We can dull the pain and make him comfortable, but he doesn't have long, Arthur, I'm sorry," said Mordred, looking regretful.

"There must be something we can do!" protested Arthur. He pulled them all close together and whispered so Uther would not hear them, "What about magic? Could any of you use a spell to heal him?"

"It's all right, Arthur, you needn't whisper. I know," said Uther, weakly, startling them. "I know their secrets. I know that they have magic."

Everyone stared at him with wide eyes and their jaws dropped.

"You-you know?" said Arthur, shocked. "But how did you—?"

"While I was Agravain's prisoner, I had a dream," said Uther, softly. "I saw your mother. She took me by the hand and said she had something important for me to see. I saw the truth of what you had never told me. I saw everything about their pasts and secrets, and then I saw my rescue. I thought it was my own imagination at first, but then you came to me in the cells, just has I had seen in the dream, I knew that it wasn't a dream. I knew what I had seen was true."

I can't believe this. He knew our secrets for over a year and he didn't come after us, said Merlin, shocked.

But why? He's been against magic for over twenty years. What's changed? asked Mira-Liana.

As if Uther was reading their minds, he said, "In that moment, I saw that I had allowed my grief and pain turned to hatred and fear. I saw that I had wronged so many and failed to see the truth. I saw that you and your family are better people than I could ever hope to be." Tears glistened in his eyes as he looked upon them all. "Can any of you ever forgive me for the wrongs I've done you?"

Morgana's face softened as she planted a kiss on his forehead. "I've already forgiven you…Father." That was the first time she'd ever addressed him as such and it brought a smile to his face.

"We've forgiven you also," said Merlin, as the others nodded, even Mordred.

"You're going to be all right. You'll get to see your new grandchild," said Mira-Liana.

"It's going to be all right, Father," said Arthur.

Uther just took Morgana's and Arthur's hands in his. "Arthur, Morgana, whatever happens, just know that I have and always will be proud and honored to be your father and I've always loved you both. Remember to always follow your hearts."

"You're not going to die! I still need you," said Arthur, as tears streamed down his cheeks. "You're my father. Whatever you may think, you've always been a good father and a great King."

Uther did not reply as he fell asleep.

XXX

When morning came, there was no change in Uther's condition, so an emergency meeting was called. Everyone met in the council chambers to discuss how best to approach the issue of healing Uther with magic.

It was still amazing that they were considering this in the first place. Healing Uther, a known hater of magic, with magic, was almost prosperous! Many a practitioner would've gladly refused to do such a thing, but not them. They had seen that Uther possessed some goodness in his heart and above all, many of them knew the pain of losing a father and they had no wish to bestow such pain upon Arthur's heart.

"As you all know, my father was wounded by an assassin sent by King Odin. He may not survive unless magic is used to heal him," said Arthur. "The matter we need to discuss is how exactly it is to be done. I know magic has its limits, but it's our only option at this time. Gaius, what do you think?"

"I would heal him myself, Arthur, but my skill is not enough as I haven't practiced since the Great Purge, save for one time several years ago," said Gaius.

"Mordred, what about you and your parents?" asked Arthur.

Mordred shook his head. "We're powerful, but not that powerful, and our knowledge on healing magic is limited."

"What about the Cup of Life?" suggest Leon. "It saved my life. Could it not be used again?"

"We can't use it," said Merlin. "Uther is in far worse condition than you were when it was used on you, and that means use it now would mean having to obey the law of magic."

"Which states quite clearly that to save or create a life with such magic, a life would have to be taken to repay the balance of the world and there's no telling who would die in his place," said Frik, grimly. "There is also the fact that we don't even know where the Cup is. It was returned to the Druids after the immortal army was destroyed and heaven alones knows where they are right now. We probably couldn't reach them in time."

Arthur sighed. The situation was looking grimmer by the moment. "Ana, Merlin, you are Emrys and Emrysa and the children of Balinor. Surely, there's something you can do."

Mira-Liana hesitated, but then said, "We've been researching healing spells, and we think if we combined our magic, we might be able to save him. But there's no guarantee the spell will work and healing him at the moment as we are currently, would mean possible exposure of our identities."

"Meaning, we'd still be taking a risk—albeit a necessary one, on the spell—and you and Merlin need to be disguised, claim you're someone else and then perform the magic," said Arthur. "Can it be done?"

"We believe so," said Merlin.

"You'd be better off with aging spell," advised Frik. "Concealment and illusion charms for those without such natural gifts draw on one's energy. Not life energy, but one's natural energy, something I would not advise in Mira-Liana's condition."

Arthur and Mira-Liana frowned in concern.

"The aging spell won't affect the baby, will it?" asked Mira-Liana, fearfully as she protectively covered her stomach where her unborn child lay.

"No, it won't," assured Frik.

"Well, if that's so, then that's what we need to do," said Arthur. "Do what you can and act swiftly. I fear my father won't last much longer."

Everyone nodded and then went about their business.

XXX

Meanwhile, Gaheris was sneaking off yet again to meet Agravain. After faking concern for Uther and pretending to offer his condolences and support to Arthur, he had gone off.

The moment he walked inside the hovel, Agravain spun around and held up a dagger, before sighing when he saw who had come in.

"Now is that anyway to greet any old friend?" asked Gaheris.

"I wasn't expecting you today," said Agravain, irritably as he sheathed his blade. "Ever since our last attempt to seize Camelot was thwarted, I've been having nightmares and watching over my shoulder for any sign of our enemies, especially Emrys and Emrysa."

"I'm sorry to hear of your troubles, but I had to see you," said Gaheris. "I bring good news, better than we could've hoped for."

"And what might that be?" he demanded. "Word's already reached this area that that that filthy servant girl turned nobility is expecting yet another of Arthur's brats and I'm in a foul mood."

"Then my news shall change that," said Gaheris, grinning. "Uther has been mortally wounded. He's on his deathbed. Gaius and Mordred say he has but a few days, a week at most, to live."

"Then I hope my face and that of my mother's, haunts him until he takes his place in the pits of Tartarus," said Agravain, giving an evil smile. Then his smile faded. "How's Arthur and the others?"

"Devastated. Arthur can barely think straight. He and the others had another private meeting this morning," said Gaheris. "Unfortunately, I have no idea what they were talking about. They don't let me in on their meetings."

"You're Arthur's uncle. Surely, you're trusted by them?" said Agravain, surprised.

Gaheris shook his head. "They've not said so aloud, but I know the signs."

"Well, it matters not whether they suspect you or not. They have no proof you're guilty of anything and we have more pressing matters to attend to," said Agravain, dismissively. "We must strike while they're vulnerable."

He turned around, but Gaheris grabbed his arm and made him look at him.

"But if Uther dies, the kingdom will be weak," said Gaheris. "With all due respect, we must choose our moments carefully. Who knows what opportunity the coming days will hold?"

Agravain was quiet in consideration for a moment before nodding. "You're right, of course. We'll wait and then strike like a snake."

XXX

Arthur was indeed something of a wreck as he had shed many a silent tear as he watched over his sleeping father.

He was worried that the aging spell would fail and something would happen to Merlin, Mira-Liana and his unborn baby, he worried for his father's life and he worried about everything else.

As if they were sensing the trouble, Amora and Merrick had come to see their grandfather and were currently asleep, curled up by his side as they held hands. It would've been more adorable and sweet had the situation not been so dismal.

"Don't die, Father," whispered Arthur, as he stroked Uther's hand. "I may be ready to become King, but you cannot leave just yet. There's still so much left unsaid. You're still needed."

But there was no response.

From the window, he could see that the people of Camelot were preparing for the worst, just as they had when he'd been bitten by the Questing Beast. They were holding a vigil for their King.

There was a knock on the door and Frik came in.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I thought you should know that the arrangements have been made," he said. "Would you like me to stay with him until you return?"

"That would be greatly appreciated, old friend, thank you," said Arthur, gratefully.

He had just left his father's chambers when he was met by Gaheris.

"Arthur, I was just coming to see you," he said. "How is your father?"

"No improvement, I'm afraid," said Arthur, sighing. "Frik's staying with him until I return."

"Return? Return from where?" asked Gaheris, looking concerned.

Arthur sighed again. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. I'm to seek out two magical practitioners who might be able to save my father."

It was a risk, telling him this, but better to hear part of it from Arthur's lips than someone else's.

Gaheris looked outraged. "You're going to use magic?" he hissed. "I strongly advise against it!"

"There is no other way, uncle," said Arthur, firmly.

"Magic caused your mother's death, Arthur!" growled Gaheris. "If you wish to respect her memory at all, you won't do this!"

Arthur's throat tightened at the mention of his mother, but he kept his face clean of emotions. "I am respecting her memory. If she were here, she would do all she could to make sure the man she loved did not die," he said.

"Arthur, please, I have no wish to lose another family member, but perhaps it is your father's time," said Gaheris, as his face and tone softened.

"Uncle Gaheris, please, I know we've suffered because of magic, but it's been my experience that magic can be a force for good as well," said Arthur, trying not to lose his patience. "I cannot just stand back and watch my father die when there's a chance of saving him. My mind is made up."

Gaheris sighed. "All right, if that is what you wish. Then I wish you luck in your journey," he said, giving Arthur a pat on the shoulder.

I'm sure you mean otherwise, don't you, uncle? Aloud he said, "Thank you. I'll see you when I get back."

And with that, he left the castle.

XXX

Hours later, Arthur had journeyed down to a small hut on the edge of the Forest of Gesciter. It was a pitiful little sight and hardly fit for powerful practitioners, but when taken into consideration how those of magic were treated and had little other skills, it was a hardly a surprising choice for the supposed living quarters of the practitioners Arthur sought.

He entered the house to find as pitiful on the inside as it was on the outside. A pang of guilt shot through his heart. What if some poor soul actually had had to live in such squalor? He silently swore that he would do all in his power to prevent things such as this.

"Hello?" said Arthur.

The back door swung open to reveal two eighty-year-old people, both with long white hair, carrying some herbs. The man had an equally long beard and was wearing a red robe, while the woman was dressed in blue and had her hair in a loose bun. If it wasn't for their eyes, Arthur would swear he'd never met either elderly person.

Well, they certainly know their spell work, I must say.

"Mer—" he began, only to be silenced by them when they made shushing noises and gave him a warning look.

Quiet! Word's reached others that you've sought magic for help, said Merlin. There's a chance that others might be listening or watching us right now. Act like you don't know us and call us by our other names.

If anyone inquires of mine and Merlin's absence, the story is that we went elsewhere to find a practitioner and did not succeed, said Mira-Liana.

Arthur nodded, fully understanding. Then let's make this a good performance, shall we? "Are you Emrys and Emrysa?"

"Of course we are. Do you see anyone else here, you stupid dollop head?" snapped Merlin, as he faked a sneer.

"Have you come to kill us?" demanded Mira-Liana.

"No, that wasn't my intention," said Arthur, playing along.

They don't even sound like themselves. Is this really what's going to happen in the next few decades?

"Forgive us if Sister and I find that hard to believe," said Merlin.

He and Mira-Liana walked over to the table and began cooking.

"Brother, if he's not here to kill us, we should at least hear him out," said Mira-Liana.

Merlin scoffed but nodded. "Fair enough, Sister." He looked at Arthur. "So, if you haven't come to kill us, why have you come here, young Prince? You seek a cure for your father, no doubt?"

"I'd expect nothing less. Those Pendragons are such a desperate lot," said Mira-Liana.

Arthur feigned surprised. "And just how would the two of you know about my father's condition?" he demanded.

Merlin looked positively smug. "We may be old, youngling, but we know more than you can possibly comprehend!"

"Give your apparent hatred for my father and everything he stands for, I've clearly had a wasted journey," said Arthur, as he pretended to leave in a huff. He opened the door, only for it to magically shut and for him to be pulled back and forced into a chair.

"Do not suppose that you know the mind of my brother or myself!" hissed Mira-Liana.

"Does that mean you'll help me?" asked Arthur, looking hopeful.

"Perhaps," said Merlin. "But you are asking us to save a man who'd have us both executed!"

"Please, I know what I'm asking of you and I know you have no reason to help!" said Arthur, looking desperate. "I know, honestly, I do. But he's my father and the two of you are his only hope."

Their gazes softened.

"We know all too well the pain of losing a father. It is not a pain we'd wish on others," said Mira-Liana.

"Then you know why I ask this of you. I'll grant you anything you desire if you at least try," said Arthur. "Just name it. Gold, land, whatever!"

"We do not want your gold!" snapped Merlin. "All we've ever wanted is to live in peace! That those who practice magic are accepted, rather than hunted!" A pained look crossed his face.

Mira-Liana looked at him pleadingly. "Peace for us and our kind is all that we ask, Pendragon. That is the price for your father's life."

Arthur was quiet for a moment before nodding. "Then I give you my solemn word, that when I'm King, things will be different. You and your kind won't have to live in fear."

This brought tearful smiles to their faces.

"Then we will help you!" said Merlin, smiling broadly.

Arthur smiled back. "Thank you both. I'm eternally grateful," he said. "Now, we must get ride to Camelot at once. I've brought horses with me for you both."

"A young man providing a ride for his elders. Such a rare thing these days," said Mira-Liana. "It seems chivalry isn't as dead as we thought."

"Indeed not, milady," said Arthur. "This way, please."

And with that, they got on the horses and rode off, laughing inwardly at their little performance.

Dollop head? said Arthur.

You have to admit, it was pretty funny, said Merlin.

Indeed, said Mira-Liana.

XXX

While Arthur was busy, Gaheris was away as well and had ridden off at his first chance. He burst into Agravain's hovel, looking panicked.

"Gaheris, you look troubled," said Agravain, when he came in. "What's wrong?"

"It's bad news, very bad news," said Gaheris. "Arthur's gone off to seek help from two practitioners."

Agravain dropped the glass he was drinking from, causing it to shatter on the floor. He looked both shocked and furious.

"He's WHAT?" he yelled. "Are you certain of this?"

"He told me so himself," said Gaheris. "Whether or not it's Emrys and Emrysa he seeks out, I know not."

"What about those pesky twins?" asked Agravain.

"Word is they've gone elsewhere seeking for help and they won't be back until tomorrow morning at the very least," said Gaheris. "Agravain, what're we to do? If they heal Uther with magic—"

"They won't," interrupted Agravain. "I'll make sure of that."

Agravain then enchanted a golden amulet and when he'd finished casting the spell, he looked quite satisfied as he handed it to Agravain.

"If Uther's wearing this charm on his neck when the healing spell is placed upon him, the magic will be reversed and he will die," said Agravain, smugly. "By trying to save his father, Arthur will have sealed his fate and he'll be vulnerable. A broken prince will make a terrible king."

"It's an excellent plan, but I can't get this to Uther. Lord Frik's watching over Uther even as we speak," said Gaheris. "He'd never let me near."

"Honestly, Gaheris, must I think of everything?" said Agravain, rolling his eyes. He clicked his tongue and then his familiar pet crow, Mors, flew in through the open window. "Give the amulet to Mors, he'll take care of things."

"As long as he makes Uther pay for causing my sister's death, I'll gladly do it," said Gaheris. He placed the amulet in the bird's beak and the bird took off through the window.

When Mors arrived at the window to Uther's chambers, Frik had dozed off and the window was open, leaving the black-colored bird to do its evil bidding. It flew into the room and managed to place the amulet on Uther's neck and conceal it on his person before flying away, unseen by any watchful eyes.

XXX

It was nightfall by the time Arthur and the twins arrived in Camelot. They entered the castle through one of the lesser used entrances so they would keep the number of prying eyes to a minimum.

Unfortunately, since Merlin and Mira-Liana were eighty years old, they were a little slow and fragile, so Arthur ended up helping them into Uther's chambers.

I still can't believe we're doing this, said Merlin.

Neither can I, said Mira-Liana.

They'd used magic to help Uther before, but never like this.

It was unbelievable. The man who had cost them their father, caused so much pain and grief, and yet was still a good man and King, had changed and was allowing, more or less, for magic to be used to heal him.

Just before they began to use their magic, however…

"Arthur, if this does not work—" began Merlin.

"I have faith in you both," interrupted Arthur. "And if it doesn't work, it won't be your fault."

"We'll try our hardest, we promise," said Mira-Liana.

She and Merlin joined hands and then raised their free ones over Uther. Together they incanted, "Aufen kuman hida kagedri yesta krefka shela lafulor." Their blue eyes flashed gold just as they finished the spell.

For a moment, there was nothing but then Uther's eyes shot open and then he smiled at Arthur. "Oh, Arthur…" he whispered, smiling.

They all smiled in relief and joy as Arthur held his father's hand.

"You've done it," said Frik.

But then, pain crossed Uther's features before his eyes shut and then, to their shock and horror, he moved and breathed no more. He was dead. (A/N: I'm sorry, folks. I know I wrote that Uther died in his sleep after ten years, but that was before I knew this happened, so I'm trying to make it fit the show's storyline. Sorry.)

"He's gone," gasped Arthur. "What happened? What went wrong? He was all right again!"

Then Arthur spotted the glitter of gold on Uther's neck and yanked off the amulet.

"What is this?" he demanded.

Frik examined it. "This is dark magic indeed. Any healing spell placed upon the wearer backfires tenfold. But he couldn't have come by this. I was here the entire time and…" his voice trailed off. "My word. I fell asleep while I was watching him for a few moments earlier and Mordred told me he thought he saw a crow today."

The truth of the matter dawned on them in horror. Gaheris must've told Agravain of Arthur's decision and knowing Gaheris wouldn't be allowed near Uther, had used the crow to place the amulet on Uther and seal his fate.

"Arthur, we're so, so sorry. This is all our fault," said Merlin, as tears streamed down his and Mira-Liana's cheeks. The aging spell had already worn off and they were back to normal again. "You lost your father because of us. We're so sorry."

"Don't you dare," said Arthur, his voice dangerously calm. "Don't you dare, don't you dare think that you're responsible for my father's death!" He had them meet his gaze. "The only ones to blame here are Agravain and Gaheris. You tried to help my father. Your spell was working! He would've recovered! You did not murder him. You've always been kind and gracious to him and you even won him over. You have done nothing wrong and you are not to blame for this. Do you understand?"

They nodded as they saw the truth in Arthur's words.

"Yes, Arthur," said Mira-Liana. "We understand."

But they still shared some guilt for their role in what had happened.

"What do we do now?" asked Merlin.

"Now we will tell the people that their King has fallen. He was too far gone, even with the help of magic," said Arthur, as his voice cracked. It seemed plausible as there were times when even magic could not help anyone. "There will be a night and a day of mourning before the coronation. We'll discuss where to go from there later."

"Of course," said Merlin. He and his sister then took Arthur into a tight group hug that Arthur returned as tears streamed down his cheeks. "Just remember, you're not alone and we're here for you."

Arthur smiled a little. "And I'll always be grateful for that."

He certainly was, for he needed his family more than ever now. He had always stood by them and helped them when they needed it most. It was their turn now.

Arthur was not left alone that night. His entire family stayed by his side and when it came time for him to sleep, his wife and children were curled up at his side giving him comfort and strength for the days to come.

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Following Uther's death, the next morning they all had a long talk about what was to be done. Magic would be permitted once again, but regulations had to be set to maintain order.

There would be laws regarding how magic was to be used in Camelot, but the death penalty would only be for the most severe of criminals. They made plans for a Council of Magic to be set up and before long, their plans would take flight. They also decided that while the twins' magic would be revealed, until Agravaine and Gaheris were no longer a threat, Merlin and Mira-Liana's true identities as Emrys and Emrysa would not, and neither would Balinor's connection to them or certain other secrets.

After a night and a day of mourning for Camelot's fallen King, it came time for Arthur and Mira-Liana's coronation as Camelot's King and Queen.

Just before the coronation was to begin, Mira-Liana found Arthur standing alone in the Uther's chambers, gazing out of the window. He only looked up when she placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Arthur, it's nearly time," she said. She frowned in concern at the look on his face. "Arthur, talk to me, please."

Arthur turned his gaze to her. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears. "I…I miss him, my father. I wish he were still here with me. I know the kind of man he was at times, but he was still my father and I miss him so much."

"Of course you do," said Mira-Liana, softly. "He was your father and he loved you, as much as you loved him. But my love, he will always be with you in your heart. You aren't alone in this. You have a family that's here for you now and always will be."

Arthur sighed as he smiled a little. Though the pain was still there, he was incredibly grateful for his family's love and support.

"Does the pain ever go away?" he asked.

"No," she admitted, as she cupped his face in her hands. "But it does get easier." She still missed her own father terribly, but the pain was not as bad as it had once been. "Be the man that your father remembered you as and the man you will become. And you'll make him proud."

Arthur nodded and then held her close, breathing in her scent and resting his head on her shoulder as she did the same. They were each other's pillar of strength.

After a few more moments, they broke apart when Merlin came in.

"Arthur, Mir, it's time," he said.

Mira-Liana took her husband's arm and then they walked out of the chambers with Merlin escorting them before taking his place in the crowd.

Everyone was gathered in the hall and they were bowing as Arthur and Mira-Liana walked up to the thrones. Arthur was dressed in his finest chainmail and best cloak with the Pendragon crest. Mira-Liana was wearing her finest red gown, which was heavily embroidered with gold and her black hair was curled and pinned.

They knelt down in front of the thrones as the royal librarian, Geoffery, stood before them as their crowns rested on two pillows.

"Will you solemnly swear to govern the peoples of Camelot, according to their respective laws and customs?"

"I solemnly swear so to do," said Arthur.

"I solemnly swear so to do," said Mira-Liana.

"Will you, to your power, use law and justice and mercy, to be executed in all your judgments?"

"I will," said Mira-Liana.

"I will," said Arthur.

"Then by the sacred law vested in me, I crown thee, Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot," said Geoffery. He placed a large golden crown on Arthur's head. "I crown thee, Mira-Liana Pendragon, Queen of Camelot." He placed a gold crown adorned with jewels on Mira-Liana's head.

Arthur took Mira-Liana's hand in his before they turned to face their subjects.

"Long live the King! Long live the Queen!" cried out Merlin.

Everyone followed Merlin's actions.

"Long live the King! Long live the Queen! Long live the King! Long live the Queen! Long live the King! Long live the Queen! Long live the King! Long live the Queen!" everyone chanted.

When the cheering died down, Arthur spoke.

"My people, as your new King and Queen, we will do everything in power to serve you well with wisdom, justice, equality, law, and mercy. But much is going to change in Camelot. My father, while a good man and a mighty King, was wrong about the use of magic and those practice it. People who practice magic are no different than those who wield weapons either for their own purposes or for the defense of those they care for. I have seen for myself that magic can be a force for good, and for the past few years, magic has been the reason this kingdom has been preserved for this moment."

Much murmuring arouse at this, but no one spoke out against Arthur.

"And it is for those reasons that while there will be laws regulating how magic is to be used in my kingdom, those who practice will neither be persecuted nor executed simply because they are different. Those with magic will live in fear no longer," said Arthur.

One citizen stepped forward. "But Your Majesty, how do you know of all this?"

"Because my wife and brother-in-law, your own Queen and my Chief Advisor have not only risked their lives to save mine, but they have also saved this kingdom countless times with their gifts," said Arthur. Show them.

Merlin walked up and took his sister's hand before they did a simple spell that emitted a shower of bright lights in the hall and to their relief, this brought about much applause. It seemed they had done the right thing.

Mira-Liana shared a smile with her brother and husband. Though there was reason to shed tears of pain, there was also reason to shed tears of joy. Uther would not be forgotten, but now Albion would start and all that they had worked for would start to occur now that she was Queen and Arthur was King at last. They would enter a new era, one that would be beautiful and incredible.