Author's note: Thanks for the feedback! Anyway, this is the last chapter, and then there'll be a short epilogue, and a sequel, which I will post more details on in the epilogue. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.

Arthur was glad when the druids arrived.

The sorcerers were proving to be a real problem. His knights were having trouble fighting them off, and Merlin was busy fighting Morgana, so he couldn't exactly help. Needless to say, Arthur was glad when he could finally stop fighting the sorcerers and get to the normal soldiers, if this one would just get off his back.

Arthur was worn out. He had been beating this sorcerer back for quite a while, and he was still coming at him. He needed help. He looked over towards Merlin as he fought, seeing the warlock still locked in battle with Morgana. Unfortunately, the soldier saw his distraction and took his chance, using magic to pull Arthur's sword from his grip and lodge it in the ground a few feet away. The sorcerer raised his weapon, and Arthur put his hand up, acting on instinct as his eyes flashed gold, knocking the sorcerer back. The soldier's eyes widened, and he sent a spell at Arthur, the king's eyes flashing again and a shield coming up in front of him. He pulled the shield down just long enough to send a fireball the sorcerer's way, and Merlin looked up from his battle to see the blatant display of magic.

"No..." he said as several of the knights and enemy soldiers paused their battles to stare at the king. Arthur just called his sword to his hand and jumped back into the battle, turning to look at Merlin and crying out a warning, for what reason Merlin didn't know.

Then Morgana knocked Merlin back, and he figured it out. Merlin fell to the ground, twisting his foot at an odd angle. Morgana approached as his hood fell down, and Merlin hurriedly pulled it up and attempted to get to his feet, letting out a cry as his ankle protested at the movement. Morgana smirked.

"The mighty Emrys, distracted? I would have never thought!" she scoffed, and Merlin realized that she hadn't seen the blatant display of magic that Arthur had performed. He scurried back on his knees, his ankle screaming at the movement, though he didn't let Morgana know that. She simply smiled and increased her speed, grabbing Merlin by the arm to prevent him from escaping further. She smirked.

"Looks like you're not my doom after all," she stated, and kicked him to the ground, gaping as his hood fell down once again, revealing for all to see who he was.

Merlin pulled himself up, wincing as he put pressure on his ankle, but standing, nonetheless. He smiled.

"What, Morgana, surprised to see me?" he asked, and Morgana's face flashed with hurt.

"You... but you knew, and you did nothing..." she said, shaking her head as she looked at Merlin, and pain flit across Merlin's features as well as he looked into her eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said, and then his eyes flashed, and she was knocked backward.

That was when the dragon decided to arrive, charring the enemy as it flew.

Morgana stumbled backwards, before getting up and running off to the forest, pain written on her face. The army looked at her retreating figure, and, looking at the dragon in fear, began to retreat.

Merlin smiled. The battle was won.