Hey guys! I'm back. This is the last chapter. I'm not planning on doing a sequel or a epilouge, sorry. Anyways thanks for reviewing and following and all that. Here you go!

Merlin was on watch. The fire was starting to go out. Merlin was thinking of the plan to get Arthur to Avalon before he died, he knew he didn't have much time. Gaius had told him that a strike from a sword forged in a dragon's breath was fatal. His journey to Avalon was based on the gamble that Arthur would last till the end of tommorow. He was also wary that Gwaine and Percival would try to find out where the young wizard was taking Arthur. He feared for what Morgana would do to Percival and Gwaine to try to find out where the boy had taken the wounded king.

Meanwhile back at the camp;

Percival and Gwaine listened to Gaius explain where Merlin had gone. He explained how he planned to try to save Arthur. Lyon had very recently explained where the army and Morgana had retreated to. Percival turned to Gwaine and smiled slyly.

"You know how we were talking about what we would do if we ever saw Morgana?" Percival said handing Gwaine a sword. Gwaine smiled and ran towards the horse mounting them swiftly and riding off with Percival not far behind him.

Arthur began to stir and Merlin moved towards him with the broth he had recently prepared out some unlucky rabbits who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. He moved to beside Arthur with the pewter bowl and spoon. Arthur finally opened his eyes to see Merlin crouching over him with a bowl and spoon. The spell invited him to rise and to put the spoon in his mouth. He swallowed the broth and smiled. It was then that he realised that it was Merlin holding the spoon. He tried to get to eye level but sunk and clutched his side and winced at the pain. His eyes widened with shock

"Merlin!"

Merlin ignored the surprise in his voice and moved to tighten the bandage to try to stop the bleeding. His face was expressionless. This confused Arthur.

"It's nice to see you."

Merlin moved the spoon around in the bowl and lifted the heaped spoon back to Arthur's mouth. Arthur moved back slightly. Merlin understood immediately and put the spoon back into the bowl and moved it to next to the fire. He began to remove the young king's boots.

"Why are you still doing this, Merlin?" Arthur said moving his feet back to grab the young warlock's attention. Merlin looked up into Arthur's eyes and whispered,

"It's my destiny. Now come on, you have to eat." Merlin moved back to Arthur's face with the bowl of broth. Arthur reluctantly started eating.

When Arthur had finished, Merlin left him to get some more wood for the fire. He told Arthur to sleep for a couple of hours and that Merlin would keep a lookout. Arthur was woken up a couple of hours later by Merlin lifting him up on to the horse. He groaned at the pain in his side.

"Come on, you overslept. We're running out of time. Merlin threw a cover over Arthur to keep him warm.

Gwaine and Percival were hiding behind a tree. They had managed to track down Morgana, she was now only under the protection of about 4 or 5 Saxons. No problems for the well- trained knights. Suddenly Gwaine leaped up and was charging full speed at Morgana. Percival ran behind him, killing most of the Saxons that got in his way. Percival came up behind Morgana and stuck her with his sword. She clutched her side in pain and Percival smiled but soon the smile faded as Morgana got up and said,

"Did you think killing me could be that easy? No mortal blade can kill a high priestess." Her eyes flared gold and Percival and Gwaine were unconscious on the floor. She looked down at the two knights and smiled.

Merlin and Arthur came to stop. They path had been covered up by leaves.

"Where now?" Arthur asked slowly, it pained him to speak. Merlin lowered his head and whispered an incantation and then lifted his head.

"This way." he said pointing east and pulled on Arthur's horse to move them in that direction.

"How do you know?" Arthur asked confused at the young boys certainty.

"I can see the path." Merlin said quietly.

Arthur had a flash of realisation.

"You lied to me twice, Merlin." Merlin looked up confused. Arthur already knew he had magic, what else did he lie about?

"You let me believe you were an idiot." Arthur finished smiling.

"At least you didn't lie to me." Merlin said with his cheerful grin, "I still think you're a prat."

Arthur smiled at this. Merlin hadn't changed a bit.

"Well your still the most incompetent, useless and lazy servant I've ever had!" Arthur said back quite enjoying having the old Merlin back and their old banter that always left him smiling."

"Well your still a clotpole!" Merlin said biting back the laughter but Arthur could hear it in his voice.

"I still can't believe you called me a clotpole!" Arthur said shaking his head at the memory.

"You deserved it." Merlin replied righteously.

Arthur was about to reply when they heard a shuffle of leave next to them. Merlin stopped Arthur's horse and tried to hide it behind the tree. They saw some Saxon's come into view and Merlin froze. He couldn't afford a hold up Arthur was getting weaker and weaker. He decided he needed to use his magic. He started whispering and Arthur saw some leaves started to move behind the Saxons, they turned and started the run in the opposite direction. Arthur and Merlin relaxed as they ran away.

"You've done this before." Arthur stated.

Merlin smiled, "Well if you weren't such a clotpole..."

Percival awoke to feel a great strain on him arms, they were bound onto the two tree next to him. He tried to pull against them but it was no use. He tried to look around for Gwaine.

* Further down the forest.

Gwaine was just starting to wake too. He woke to see Morgana standing in front of him, petting a black snake-like creature.

"Hello Gwaine." Morgana said slowly. She stepped closer and moved a piece of hair from the young knight's face.

"Poor Gwaine. Handsome, brave Gwaine." She moved the snake closer to Gwaine. He tried to move back but the ropes held him in place.

"Don't be afraid, the Nathair wouldn't bite anyone but my enemies." Morgana's eyes flashed with happiness Gwaine could tell she had lost her mind with her hunger for the throne of Camelot.

"The Nathair were revered in the time of the great priestesses, they were used to great vital information from their enemies. The Nathair's bite is feared throughout the lands. It's said to take over ones soul and has tortured some into madness, insanity." Morgana finished.

She stopped smiling and said with a strong voice.

"Where is Arthur?"

"You think I'd tell you, Morgana?" Gwaine said smiling as if it were the stupidest thing ever. Morgana grew angry. Percival had given up trying to snap the ropes when he heard Gwaine scream. Percival knew he had to help his best friend. He stood and pulled on the ropes with all of his strength. it wasn't long before the ropes snapped and Percival ran to try to find his friend.

"Gwaine!" Percival shouted when he heard a feeble cry.

"Percival." Percival ran to Gwaine and saw the man drained and worryingly pale.

"I'm sorry, Percival. I couldn't keep the secret from her." Gwaine said slowly.

"No, it's my fault. I should never have suggested that we should've gone after her." He said leaning his head against Gwaine's.

"I'm sorry." Gwaine whispered and closed his eyes.

"No." said Percival as he leaned in and kissed Gwaine.

Arthur and Merlin were approaching Avalon now. Merlin was really concerned that Arthur wouldn't be able to make it. He could hardly walk.

Now all that stood between them was the field to the gate. Arthur wasn't feeling very well and Merlin set him down to rest by a stone when he heard a shuffle of leaves behind him. He turned to be knocked over my Morgana's magic.

"You ruined everything," She began to shout, "Almost. Arthur will still die, Mordred has fulfilled his destiny. Arthur was to die by Mordred's hand." She said smiling.

"Well, Morgana. The funny thing about prophecies is that they can be changed." Merlin replied and his eyes flashed gold and Morgana hit a tree. He moved to pick up Arthur sword. As Morgana moved a sword with her eyes and aimed it at Merlin. Me stopped it before it reached him and it fell to the ground. He flicked it hand and Morgana flew back again to hit the tree behind her. Merlin ran up to Morgana and struck her with Arthur's sword. Morgana smiled.

"Merlin! Have we forgotten every thing Gaius has taught us? I'm a high priestess, Merlin. You sword can do noth-" She stopped as Merlin extracted the sword and looked at it. Excalibur shone brightly even in the darkness. Morgana fell to the floor. Merlin looked up to Arthur.

"Looks like you've ended the war, Merlin." Arthur said but then he clutched his side again. Merlin knew he wouldn't make it another hour. He picked Arthur up and ran to the field. He looked up and shouted.

"Akwele seo magdep." Suddenly there was thunder and the great dragon appeared.

"Why have you summoned me, young warlock?"

"I need you help, Arthur is dying."

"There are some thing that even someone with you power cannot help, Merlin. You have done nothing wrong, Merlin but Arthur must die."

"I won't let him die. He's my friend!" Merlin shouted at the dragon.

"When Albian needs him the most. The king will return." Merlin stopped away, tears running down him face. He looked to Arthur. His eyes, closed. Merlin knew he could not do anything now.

OR could he?

Seconds later the dragon was flying and taking Merlin and Arthur away from Avalon. They soon arrived at the place Merlin seeked. Merlin carried Arthur through the monument until he reached the room he was looking for. However he was not expecting to see Anhora standing in the middle by the cup of life and the great stone table.

"Hello Merlin. What brings you to the Isle of the Blessed today?" Anhora asked casually.

"I wish to bring back my friend. He was struck by a sword forged in a dragon's breath." Merlin said trying to control the tears.

Anhora nodded and did not question further.

"The fabric of the universe is a delicate thing. To give a life you must take a life." Anhora said slowly.

"I know, I am willing to give my life for that of a friend." Merlin said telling himself that this was the right thing to do. He knew that Anhora would never trick him like Nimueh. Anhora began to chant the spells that Merlin remembered Nimueh saying too. Anhora stopped and handing Merlin the cup of life. Merlin knew that this was the only way to bring Arthur back so he took the cup looked at Arthur one last time and drank from the glass. He saw Arthur stir and waited for his death. He waited. Suddenly Anhora fell to the ground. Merlin wen to him.

"Why did you do that?" Merlin asked confused.

"Destiny." Anhora said as he closed his eyes.

Merlin just sat there and held the old man's hand, thinking of everything this man had done.

"Merlin?"

Merlin heard the familiar voice of a prat he used to know...

Tah dah! It's over! *cries at the happy ending that I had to put in. Thanks for everything guys.