Tears sprang into Merlin's eyes as he laughed with relief. It had worked! His magic had worked! He'd healed Gwaine. Wiping the tears that had fallen down his pale, dirty cheeks, he looked over at Percival.

The knight had a large grin on his face. Tears shined in his eyes, but they didn't fall. "You did good. Thank you." whispered the burly knight as he sat down on a fallen log. His gaze turned from the warlock to the unconscious, but very alive knight.

"You don't need to thank me," said Merlin as he checked Gwaine's pulse, heart rate, and breathing. Everything seemed to be working perfectly. Satisfied, he began to examine the rogue knight's torso, head, arms, and legs. Other than a couple of healing bites on Gwaine's neck and hands, he was fine.

"When do you think he will wake," asked Percival. The burly knight leaned forward and pressed his hands together in apprehension.

Merlin cocked his head and looked over at his friend. "I don't..." the warlock began, but was stopped by a moan. He jerked his head so that he was looking at the rogue knight. Merlin didn't know what he'd do.

Gwaine's fingers twitched first and then he shifted his whole body. Finally, he his yields flutter open and looked around. Confusion was in his eyes and a frown was on his face. "What happened?" he asked. His voice was craggy.

"You were tortured by Morgana and Merlin brought you back," Percival explained.

The Knight's eyes widen in horror. "You shouldn't have! I...I failed Arthur. I don't deserve life," exclaimed Gwaine with impact. "I told Morgana where he was. I failed."

"No, Gwaine, you didn't fail. Arthur is dead, but not because of you. It's my fault. I wasn't quick enough to get him to Avalon," Merlin admitted.

"Arthur's dead," Gwaine asked in shock.

"And so is Morgana. I killed her," replied Merlin with a nod of the head.

Gwaine for once was speechless. He opened and closed his mouthed several times. Finally, he settled on shaking his head. "We need to go tell the Queen," was all e rogue could say.

"Indeed," Percival agreed as he stood. "Can you walk?"

"A little bought of death and rebirth won't hinder my legs," Gwaine said. He also got to his feet, but let Percival support him. Before starting out, he stared at Merlin. "You have magic..."

"I was born with it," the warlock replied in an almost automatic tone. "You going to have me hanged?"

"What? No! No," stammered Gwaine. "It all makes sense now. We've been in some tight situations and yet we won. You survived the dorocha attack when no mortal man has ever done it. You were the old man weren't you? The one on the mountain?"

Merlin nodded. He didn't feel like talking, but Merlin would confirm the questions asked by nodding, it was the least he could do. All Merlin wanted was to tell Gwen and then go to Gaius's chambers to sleep or cry.

"Something was wrong with your magic. It's why we went to the Valley of the Fallen Kings and to that cave," Gwaine said as they started out for Camelot.

"You could say that, yes. Can we not talk? I just...I just don't feel like it," Merlin stammered. The warlock wanted to say he had just lost his best friend, but didn't have the energy. Seeing Percival and Gwaine nod, Merlin was relieved.

The small group walked in silence for hours on end. They only stopped when they smelled smoke. When a flaming arrow was headed towards them, they scurry to the clearing. Again, they stop. Flaming arrows are flying through the air and landing all over the place. With the fire blazing all around and Camelot in flames, the knights fight the blatantly outnumbered battle.

Not giving a second thought, Gwaine and Percival draw their swords and charge forward. Merlin sticks close to them, but skids to a stop when he sees what part of the castle is up in smoke. "No!" he screamed as he watched the physicians quarters burn. "No! Gaius!"

Author's note: Please, don't hate me! This is a pivotal moment of the story. It's going to lead to big things. This had to happen.