Hey guys, SORRY I'm late. But the ever-popular WRITERS BLOCK got me. I was surprised that no one yelled at me about Percival. I was expecting to be cursed out or something. Okay so I think this will be that last chapter? Maybe? Than an epilogue. I don't own Merlin (sadly) So Chapter 9 onwards!
"Mordred." Arthur said softly trying one more time to get him to see reason "Please. Don't do this." He begged eyeing the wickedly sharp weapon in the boy's hand.
The druid just smiled and glanced down to where he was looking. "Oh. I don't need this." He cocked his head and threw aside the weapon. Clicking his fingers he showed Arthur a ball of flame that had appeared in his palm. "I'd rather kill you like this." He smiled sadistically.
Merlin finally had enough. His magic was clawing at him, screaming inside his head.
"Let's just get it over with!" He growled. The warlock took a fighting stance.
"But how?" Morgana cooed finally stepping out of the shadows, the unconscious knights following her movements. "With the poison racing through your veins? You should be dead in what? A minute. Tops."
'Poison? They hadn't drunken the poison had they? They had drank the antidote right?'
Mordred shifted, looking uneasy for the first time since this had started. Silently, the druid boy cursed himself 'I just had to be clever, didn't I? I couldn't have made them all poison could I?'
Embarrassed he shuffled over to Morgana and whispered something in her ear, she grew red with rage, every curl on her head quivering, and then she grew calm. A satisfied smirk grew across her features.
"Well then, I'll just have to take care of you the old fashioned way won't I?" Merlin could almost see her licking her lips in anticipation.
Morgana and Mordred both crouched like cats preparing to pounce. Arthur drew Excalibur; it's bronze plating glowing eerily in the dim torch light. Merlin gave a curt nod to Arthur before letting his eyes go gold.
It was almost as if they'd rehearsed it. Arthur and Merlin moved in unison, their minds still connected from the spell. Anything Merlin noticed he would telepathically relay to Arthur.
Oferswing! Mordred thrust his arm out with a spell that should of sent both King and Warlock flying but Merlin quickly cast a shield charm that encased them in pulsating golden light.
Forbœrne yfel! The warlock sent a fireball shooting out of his palm. Morgana barely had enough time to duck out of the way before it hit the wall behind her.
Both sides were fighting furiously, with both Mordred and Morgana attacking Merlin could barely hold his shield against their attacks. But then he heard the clashing of metal on metal and he knew things were about to get a lot worse.
On the first swing Mordred nearly pieced his heart. It was only because of Merlin who magically pushed him back a few paces that he didn't. And to make it worse Arthur was hesitating, he really didn't want to kill this boy but he saw no other option. The King swung his sword in such a manner that it should of decapitated the druid, only, he wasn't there! Mordred eyes flashed gold and suddenly he was behind Arthur.
'Art-thur!' Merlin panted mentally. 'Be-behind..you!' Arthur turned in time to block the knight's blade but didn't escape without a nasty gash in his arm. The pain sent him stumbling for a moment, his vision blurring. He recovered just as quickly but that moment was enough. Mordred's eyes flashed gold and Arthur was thrown against the stone with a sickening crack.
The fight wasn't boding well for Merlin. Morgana pummeled him with attacks from all sides; their eyes never seemed to fade back to blue.
Ic ped wipdrife. Merlin eyes flashed an angrily shade of orange before fading (if you could call it that) back to gold. Morgana flew against the wall, stilled for a moment, but then staggered to her feet again. The witch made a dagger fly across the room. Merlin tried to cast a shield but it dissipated before the dagger even made contact. Turning his body he managed to avoid any fatal injuries but it pieced his shoulder making him cry out in pain. But that was nothing compared to the sound of Arthur hitting the stonewall. It made even Morgana turn.
The King looked dead.
With a sickening grin the witch surveyed Mordred's good work, of course she would have rather killed Arthur himself but of course dead was dead.
Merlin yelled, a painful inhuman yell, causing every breakable object in the room to shatter.
"Oh dear." Morgana clicked her tongue as if scolding a naughty child. "You'll hurt your friends if you continue on like that." She gestured to the knights that still hung limply in the air.
But Merlin didn't hear her. His mind was racing, his heart had felt as if it had torn in two 'It wasn't supposed to end like this.' His mind cried 'Not like this. I was supposed to protect him, I was right there why didn't I protect him?'
"Looks like we won.' The druid boy smiled. Finally he would be free, Morgana would be put on the throne, and magic would return to the land.
Rage contorted the warlocks features, in a voice that was not entirely man nor beast he called O' drakon, e mala soi ftengomai au se kalon su katerkheo deuro!
Nothing happened and the sorcerers smiled. Merlin's spell had failed, of course neither of them had none what he was summoning, if they had they wouldn't of grinned so easily.
After a few moments of heated silence a roar cut through the air, the sound of giant wings beat outside. Suddenly the dungeon crumbled and standing in its ruin was a large gold beast, eyes trained on the warlock and his king
"Young Warlock why did you summon me here." The beasts voice shook with power, rage, and fear. He saw clearly why he was summoned here and didn't want to believe it.
Merlin slumped against the wall, bone tired, tired from the exhausting battle, tired of losing everyone he loved, tired of Morgana being allowed to run free. Tired of everything.
"Destroy them." He said simply. He had lost everything, Merlin didn't think he had any mercy left to spare.
Using the last of his energy Merlin cast the most powerful shield charm he knew, just as the castle ruin filled with dragon fire.
Moments later when everything cleared, the warlock ran over to Arthur and it was as he had feared, the King was dead.
Bowing his head the warlock let out a wail like a wounded dog, he sobbed into his former master's chainmail, begging him to come back, to not leave him alone.
"Young Warlock." The dragon said softly, shifting his weight and trying not to feel like he was invading his lord's privacy.
Merlin didn't hear, he couldn't hear anything past the blood rushing in his ears.
"Young Warlock!" Kilgarah roared. When Merlin looked up, he continued, "All is not lost. Arthur can still be saved. Take him to the Lake of Avalon, you know who can help."
Merlin felt a pang of relief and something that felt suspiciously like excitement. He would see Freya again. He would save Arthur….again.
The knights had woken up on the way to Avalon and it was difficult to explain to them why they were on a dragon with a seemingly dead king. So, like any good friend, Merlin just knocked them out again.
The water was a bright blue on the lake. As Kilgarah touched down a breeze whipped through the air, tousling the warlock's hair playfully. And for some reason Merlin felt that it was Freya, welcoming him back. The knights had woken again in time to see a beast take off into the sky, but thankfully they didn't question it. They all had their eyes fixed on the lifeless form of King Arthur.
"Sire!" Leon called out and tried to scramble over to him, but sat back on his haunches, shocked at what happened next.
A beautiful girl walked out of the water. Dark chocolate hairs framing her pale face, her eyes were just as dark but they lit up as soon as they saw Merlin.
"Hi." Merlin tried weekly, unsure of what else to say.
"Hi." She whispered back, blushing fiercely as Gwaine cat-called to her. Her eyes roved over Arthur "Oh." She gasped putting a hand her mouth.
"Can you help him?" Merlin looked at his lover pleadingly.
She nodded thoughtfully. "Bring him into the water."
He picked up his King more easily then he should've. The knights were not sure what to make of this so they just sat there, taking it all in.
Wading into the water Merlin put Arthur in the water, but he did not sink, Freya's eyes flashed gold and he floated. The waves poured over him, with each one his color improved until with a gasp Arthur started to breathe again!
"Arthur!" Merlin called happily. "Thank God your alive!"
"Yeah." The blonde sputtered as he tried to stay afloat. "At least I think I am."
"We thought we lost you Princess." Gwaine smiled wryly.
"Me? Never."
It was a long ride back to Camelot, most of which Merlin spent explaining his life story to the remaining knights. Both Master and servant had been saddened to learn about Percival, who had died a hero. But, finally they reached the gates of Camelot, finally they were home.
"So Merlin?" Arthur asked a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "About those chores you were going to have me do?"
Merlin groaned, everything was back to normal. Yippee!