A very Mergana take on her last scene.
[Light.]
She looked down at her brother, who was almost gone. A sadistic whisper escaped her lips; poisonous flames burned in her heart. She stood over her brother, who was almost gone.
Hatred, overwhelming. It did not fill her; it was her.
Then the voice came, behind her: a voice that held something that confused her, a meaning she could not see.
Every time she was so, so close to winning, he had stopped her.
Emrys, who she hated even more than her brother.
Her hair was matted and tangled, hanging around her, dark and wild.
His eyes were bright, incredibly passionate, but as calm as peace itself. In them, it seemed, the entire world was contained.
Emrys looked at her, his eyes expressing something that confused her, something...invaluable. She did not understand it.
I blame myself for what you've become.
She could do nothing else but look back.
This has to end.
Her mouth responded—
The cold steel shocked her, the only blade that could.
She looked up, into that which held the world. He held her, gently.
And at that moment the light shone in the darkness.
Suddenly she knew; at that moment, she understood.
She went, slowly, to the ground, focusing only on him, only on Merlin. The light drove out the darkness, and at last she could see.
She was almost gone.
But, for the first time, she knew how it felt, she knew what it meant. The light drove out the darkness; the love drove out the hate.
The blade slipped out but she barely felt it.
He stood over her, searching her eyes as if she mattered. He looked at her; she felt peace.
She was almost gone.
Merlin did not leave. He stayed, until the life had gone from her.
Love. It did not fill her; it was her.
The world faded.
The world faded, but the darkness was no more.