I really don't know how many of you are going to be glad for this chapter. This is the penultimate chapter and its a long one.

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Fix you

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Fix You by Coldplay

Merlin relished in the feeling of the sun on his skin and the grass underneath him.

The guards had finished having their fun and had just left him where they had started to beat him. They all knew that he wasn't strong enough to run. Merlin knew that he was in too much pain to even think about sitting up.

He couldn't take much more. He had started to beg them. He asked them to send him on. He asked them to do what they wanted to a sorcerer, to kill him. He wanted to join them in Avalon. He wanted to be with Will and Freya and his father.

He opened his eyes. Sometimes he forgot that he had magic. Most of the time he forgot that he could control the most powerful creature to live. The dragons.

He had been so stupid. He could have escaped this life much sooner.

"αρέσκω έσωσα με. σας δεσπότης ο ονομάζεται αντί κίνδυνος. αρέσκω έρχομαι γρήγορος.*"

Merlin let out a long sigh afterwards. He forgot what the dragonlord power felt like. He didn't use it that often and he felt like kicking himself for not using it. It was a part of him like his magic. It was a gift given to him and he didn't use it like he should do.

"What gibberish did you just say?" The guard tutted. "You know you cannot use your magic. I wouldn't even try." He clapped his hands. "Now lets put you to some use. Hey?"

He internally groaned.


Aithusa hadn't meant to help Morgana. Killgharrah had told her off for it. Apparently she was the bad guy but she didn't realise that. She saw someone with magic and wanted to save her. It was just one massive coincidence really.

She saw the little bit of light in Morgana's soul and thought that she was worth saving. Aithusa hadn't been back to Killgharrah since. He was very angry. So she went back to find the woman that she had helped. She was very welcoming and Aithusa was sure that he was wrong about her.

They were currently in the woods. Aithusa was trying to hunt down rabbits while Morgana was collecting herbs.

Her masters voice cut clear through the forest and Aithusa lifted her head at the command. She became very worried about him. Not just the message he had sent but the way it came across. He was in pain and on the edge of giving up.

The white dragon ran over to her new companion and pulled on her dress, making sure not to rip it.

"What's up?" Morgana said, trying to stop her from pulling. "Is something up?"

It was the time that Aithusa wished that she had spend more time with Killgharrah. She was still only young and had a lot to learn. None of which a human could teach her, magical or non. She couldn't speak to humans, with her voice or telepathically. It was frustrating for her at times. This being the prime example.

Aithusa turned around and head towards the direction her master's voice. She turned back around to make sure that Morgana was following.

Morgana was hesitant at first but when the young dragon look worried, she knew she had to. She had no idea where they could be heading or how long it would take to get there or why they had to go where they were.

It was going to be an adventure for them. Maybe one that Morgana would regret when she realised who sent the message.


Merlin closed his eyes. He was exhausted. He just wanted the darkness to over take him. He just wanted it to all end.

He was back in the well and he was grateful for it. It meant his body had a little time to recover. His mind on the other hand, was gone. He had lost it a long time ago.

Maybe he always knew. Maybe there was always the seed of doubt. But Merlin knew that he wasn't going to escape the Sarrum alive.

He was never going to leave his grasp. He was never going to see the white walls of Camelot. He was never going to have Gwaine annoy him again. He was never going to hear Gwen's laugh again. He was never going to see Arthur's smile again. He was never going to see the king that Arthur was going to be.

He would have cried. He would have loved to have cried. But he had nothing left. Everything he had worked towards had crumbled. The land he had imagined was never going to happen.

He put his trust in the dragon. He put his trust into someone that didn't and would never understand him. That is what hurt the most. Arthur was never going to accept magic. Magic was never going to return. Yes he may have set the druids free but it didn't mean that they were safe. Magic was still illegal.

Merlin wished he had told Morgana. She would have understood. She would have talked Arthur into the changes that needed to be made. They would have been a great team.

And it was all his fault.


Morgana had to jump onto Aithusa to stop her from wondering into the camp. She told the dragon to lay low as they got closer to see who's camp it was. For the amount of people, it had to belong to some warlord so some description.

Her eyes widened as she saw the Sarrum for the first time. She had heard stories about him and knew of his harsh ways against magic. He had always been someone that she would like to meet just to put him in his place, more than likely by killing him.

Yet she couldn't understand why the dragon would have brought her there. It made no sense. She had to have a look around but knew how dangerous that would be. The young dragon stayed low but Morgana could sense that she still want her to follow.

"Stay low and in the trees."

They managed to stay undetected and Aithusa brought her to the entrance of a well, which was guarded. Morgana wondered why. The dragon kept pointing her head towards the well. Obviously there was someone in there, that called her, that wanted their help.

Morgana gestured for the dragon to follow her. This sort of thing needed a plan.


Aithusa may have been young but there were a few things that she could do. One of them was that she could fly about and cause a bit of a commotion. Morgana wasn't happy with that. She was a dragon after all. She didn't know if there was any more around. If she was the last and in the Sarrum's grip, then the world would easily lose another wonder.

She just needed a distraction. She needed something that would pull the majority of the guards away from the well. If there was only one or two guards there, she wouldn't have hesitated when the dragon had led her there. But ten was a bit of an ask.

As soon as they ran off, she sprung into action. The two guards that were left died before they had even turned around.

It was night now, so when Morgana pulled the top off the well, she could not see the bottom. If she did, she may not have tied the rope to the tree and dropped down into it.


Merlin registered the well opening but paid no attention to it. They could do what they liked. He wanted them to kill him. He wanted to die. He wanted them to give him that.

He was surprised when the voice that spoke to him was a woman and one that he recognised but couldn't place.

"Don't worry. You are safe now."

His head was bowed forward so she couldn't see his face. He wondered if she did know him, would she recognise him.

He was sure that he had changed over his stay with the Sarrum.

She undid all the chains that were on him and he gasped as his magic flowed around his body again. He had never realised how much power he possessed.

"I am going to get you out of here. Okay."

He had placed the voice now. It was Morgana.


She had struggled but she had managed to get the man out of the well. He was slumped against it, having no strength. She could hear the shouts, which signalled that Aithusa was still darting about.

"How far do you think you can walk?"

The man grunted. He had lifted his head since being in her presence and she started to suspect something wasn't quite right. There was something familiar about him.

Aithusa flew over and Morgana pushed away the thought. They had planned a place to met before Morgana was going to use a spell to transport them back to her hovel. She picked the man up and flung his arm over her shoulder. She practically dragged him to the spot, only just escaping the guards.

She held onto him and the dragon as she muttered the spell.


He had passed out somewhere along the journey and Morgana found it quite easy to drag him to the bed. She gasped and stepped back as she took in the face of the man she had saved.

It was Merlin.

She had heard the rumours that he had been found using magic but the endings were always different. They all agreed one thing though, he was no longer in Camelot.

She wanted to picked him up and dump him somewhere in the forest. He had magic. He had kept her in the dark when she needed someone the most. He could have … should have told her.

Morgana turned around and looked at the dragon. She sheepishly walked over to Merlin and clambered onto the bed and rested her head on his stomach. The look she got was one that he wasn't leaving any time soon.

It left her in conflict. Should she help her enemy or not?


*Please save me. Your master is in danger. Please come quick.