"Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
there's nothing we can do.

Just let me go, we'll meet again soon."

It was the first time Morgana would witness Merlin in anything other than his signature blue shirt and red scarf, and she wasn't even going to be alive for it. On this day he was decorated in black garb from head to toe. He was only notable as a person due to his pale skin which was such a high contrast to his clothes. Her spirit floated around the ceremony being held in private in the court yard of the castle. Arthur was holding it specifically for Merlin, whose heart was more broken than any person could ever imagine. She watched him for two nights howl in pain and scratch at the stone walls until his fingers bled. She was only a ghost, though. If he saw her he'd go mad. Morgana kept his distance praying every step of the way that even though they would be apart for a very long time they would someday meet again, even if it was in the afterlife.

Gwen and Arthur shed a few tears but ultimately everyone watched as Merlin crumbled. When the knights who had once requested her hand in marriage carried her nicely dressed body in a satin laced box Merlin was struggling to reach through them and hold her hand. After they placed Morgan's physical shell on a small stage to lift her higher than the others it was Merlin who threw himself over her casket and sobbed into the wood. His screams left Gwen gasping for air and Arthur furrowing his brow. They didn't know that she hovered nearby in the bushes wishing to console them all. However, she couldn't risk their mental stability for her own personal gain. She learned to be selfless the day she killed herself.

Merlin started singing in a low husky voice. It was a blessing hymn that was sang for royalty. Gwen eventually took his hand and joined in a soft soprano pitch. One by one the knights would join at various times. Merlin would continue to shout his sorrows in any direction he could turn. The last note was hanging in the air, still heard by everyone but only because of the echo of the castle walls. In that moment Merlin stopped breathing. Arthur rushed to his side to make sure that his heart still beat. Gwen followed and checked his pulse but his bloodshot eyes gazed over to the bushes where Morgana's soul sat between worlds. The Queen checked his pulse and the King pulled the manservant and soon-to-be sorcerer to the court onto his feet. Merlin's deadweight caused Arthur to stumble. Morgana froze and felt a chill emanate from her location. A frost even appeared on the leaves masking her.

There was a midnight escort to the meadow where she used to hide. There was a stream that leads into a wide open lake which ended in a waterfall. It was exactly like all the fairytales she'd been told growing up. This was a topic of discussion most often between Merlin and Morgana during her living days. It was her wish, she'd once admitted, to be sent away in this stream. She'd followed close behind the royal procession, keeping an especially fond eye close on Merlin as he remained emotionless throughout the ride. It was strange to think she wore but a lace frock in her ghostly state but couldn't feel the warmth of the spring air nor the chill of the wet mud on the ground she deliberately tread.

Morgana was in the treetops as she was loaded onto a raft with low walls and a pyre above what used to be her body. Arthur dismissed the knights and Gwen as he threw the match onto the hay. The flame caught and reignited the pain in Merlin's heart. His voice was scratchy and exhausted. Arthur watched Merlin with a hood handing over his eyes. He cried for his friend who hurt worse than he'd ever hurt in his life. Merlin broke a little bit more every wave that started carrying Morgana's body away from him. It was only three of four yards away she'd floated when Merlin started following alongside her. Arthur Pendragon, the great man he'd always been, chased his warlock friend on his venture.

The current was picking up and Merlin was jogging to keep up with his burning beauty. The heat wasn't damaging the body yet but soon it would engulf her and crisp the skin she used to inhabit. When finally she drifted into the wide open lake Merlin dashed into the water. He sent splashes flying in every direction as he flailed his body around to keep up with his dead lover. Morgana felt the chill releasing again, only more powerful. The branch on which she resided was covered in ice. She sank to the ground and followed around the lake as Merlin was running around the opposite side to catch one last look at the ashes of Morgana's body before the waterfall carried them to a faraway place which he could not follow.

And there was Arthur still just behind his friend. Morgana thanked him silently. He pulled Merlin from the water and wrapped him in a towel and then threw a robe over his shoulders. His eyes were constantly glued the water on the lake which stilled in the raft's absence. He collapsed into Arthur's arms soundlessly. It seemed to be hours before Merlin pushed himself from his King's arms.

"Just let me go. Leave me here." Arthur Pendragon did not need to be told twice. Morgana hid behind a tree dangerously close to her living lover, risking being seen and whatever chance he had left to live. Arthur rode away cautiously but knowingly. Merlin simply needed time.