Warning: This chapter is a tiny bit descriptive of deaths and blood and stuff. If you don't like that, don't read. (seriously, only a tiny bit, like a few lines)

I know this is a fast update, but I got such a rush from writing the last chapter, and this was all going to be in the last chapter but it got too long, I couldn't help but write this as fast as humanly possible. I hope that doesn't mean that it's rushed, because I feel really good about this chapter.

I HAVE SO MANY FEELS FOR THIS CHAPTER!

I also wanted to mention that practically all of this whole story is unedited, so if you see any mistakes please point them out, and I will fix it :D

Enjoy the end of the battle!

Oh, and by the way, this is ALMOST 5000 WORDS LONG. Wow... I didn't know I had it in me :S

By the time the Prince and his new allies returned to the brawl, Camelot had managed to dispatch most of the strong fighters. Which was of course an excellent achievement, except now the strong sorcerers were appearing. The many different colourful bursts of magic lit up the dark battlefield - night was beginning to hit them, another worry for Arthur - a sight which could've been seen as beautiful were it not for the death that followed.

However, soon Emrys, Morgana and the druids were firing back just as many spells, and deflecting most of what was aimed at Camelot. Arthur surveyed the army's reaction, and was glad to see that most soldiers kept on fighting, some even looking relieved, while only a few looked angry at the additional help. The fact that they got to see the magic weilders in action saving lives probably factored in their acceptance.

Arthur noticed that instead of orderly lines of defence, the two armies were completely mixed - it was so frustrating that their 'bottleneck' defence had been destroyed, it could've saved countless lives.

The Prince was so caught up in his own strategic thoughts that he barely noticed the sorcerer standing next to him. However, years of training did not fail him, and he quickly spun around and gutted the man before he could begin any incantation.

Soon, he was overwhelmed with the enemy, most seeing him as the most worthy opponent. With the help of a few knights, he was managing to keep most at bay, but he knew he could not hold out for long, the number of enemies attacking him was too great. His sword was swinging faster than ever, and his feet were moving so much he felt he would soon wear a hole in either his shoes or the ground - something had to give. He wasn't thinking about where he swung the weapon, or who he was hitting - there was no time to think with that many people attacking him - so he just hoped that his allies were not close enough to be caught in his wild swings.

Then all Arthur felt was a hot, white flash of pain in his stomach, and he looked down to see a sword covered in his own blood protruding through his chain mail. He could feel himself getting dizzy from the pain and loss of blood, and could only be sad that he would die before seeing if Camelot would win her greatest battle yet.

The sword was removed from his gut, and he saw a man to his right begin to swing to finish the job, when a burst of flame roared in a ring all around him, taking out many men nearby him - including the bringer of his death. He tried to turn his head to see who had produced the fire, only to be brought gently to the ground by a pair of feminine hands.

He struggled to keep his eyes open, but he looked up to see locks of dark curls framing the face of his half sister, a face he knew better than his own. She was murmuring softly, and it was only when her eyes glowed golden and the pain in his stomach began to decrease did he realise that she must have been casting a spell. Suddenly filled with a new burst of life, he looked down at his stomach only to see that no wound remained, the only evidence that he received it in the first place being his bloodstained tunic.

Arthur turned to face Morgana, and noticed tears streaming down her face. Without thinking, he reached a hand towards her face and wiped away the tears falling. She smiled at the kind gesture, "I'm sorry, I know you don't like me, and you probably didn't even want my help, but I couldn't let you die, not while I had the power to save you."

Arthur almost laughed at that, "I'm thankful you did Morgana. Believe me, I may face death frequently, but by no means does it mean that I want to die."

Deciding that he had been on the ground far too long, Arthur pushed himself up from the ground, and then offered a hand to Morgana. She almost refused it - she never had liked to appear weak or needy - but she grabbed his hand anyway. It was only when they were both on their feet that Arthur realised that no-one was attacking them. He then noticed a faint shimmer around them, and guessed that Morgana had put a shield up around them to heal him.

Once she saw that he was once again in prime condition, she lowered the shield, knowing that he would hate to appear a coward, he would hate that he was safe while his men were not. Once the shield was removed, they both returned to fighting the numerous people around them, though with the help of magic the enemies numbers were dropping much faster than before.

As they were fighting, Arthur's thoughts quickly flitted to Morgana. He was starting to reconsider his opinion of her, but was still nervous of trusting her again. For all he knew, she was just putting up another facade - she did have them fooled for a whole year. But maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for reconciliation.

Over in another part of the brawl, another man was thinking of Morgana.

Merlin was confused to say the least. For so long he had pushed aside any romantic thoughts towards Morgana - when they first met, she was so far out of his league and social status, he knew nothing could happen, and then when she became evil he shut down any kind thoughts towards her.

But now she was on their side. And she was no longer the esteemed princess she once was. So a tiny part of his brain had hope that something could happen. He deserved a chance with someone - Freya had been ripped from him so fast that they barely got to know each other.

The smell of burning brought him back to the battle raging on, and he noticed the bottom of his robe was on fire. For a second he thought of where to find some water, but soon remembered that he could freely use magic in this form, and so he dispelled the flames with a wave of his hand, before returning to the fight.

He was having no difficulty in the battle. In fact, he had barely moved from the spot he had begun in, defeating any enemy with a thought. Even some of the people who were considered unbelievably strong sorcerers were an easy task for him. Though it was horrible to think, he was almost bored.

The knights fighting near him were grinning, their morale soaring seeing such formidable foes being swept aside like they were mere insects. For every enemy the dispatched, Emrys would've killed ten-fold.

As Merlin was fighting - though it could barely be called that - he noticed the King in a far corner of the battle.

The King had managed to get himself cornered with no other knights present. Merlin moved towards the King, and without any indication of his intentions, threw the enemy sorcerer as far away as possible.

The King then faced Merlin, a scowl on his face, and shouted across the battlefield, "I do not want your help, nor do I need it. You and your kind disgust me, and I hope that you all fall in this battle. I do not know how you have convinced my son otherwise, but Camelot does not need you to win this war."

Uther then turned to rejoin the main fight, when his head suddenly twisted at an unnatural angle, and his body fell to the ground. Merlin let out a cry - though they had never got on, he never wanted the man dead - and looked around to find the perpetrator, intent on destroying them, only to see the cold, deranged eyes of Morgause herself.

After saving Arthur, Morgana fought with a smile on her face. To everyone else, it seemed she had finally cracked, just like her sister before her. But the reason for Morgana's smile was not insanity, nor was it malicious. No, Morgana was smiling because she felt that maybe because of the instinctual act of saving her brother's life, she had somehow managed to redeem herself.

Though who could blame her if she had lost grip on her sanity. She just found out that Merlin is Emrys - the most powerful man ever. At first she had been angry, if he'd said something they could've worked through it together. She would not have spent months of her life feeling alone and terrified, or at least, until Morgause came along. She would never have turned her back on everyone she loved.

She knew she hadn't been the easiest person to put his trust in, she was the King's ward afterall, but did he really think so low of her that he thought she would turn him in.

But he had been told not to by the dragon, and that did mean a lot to her. Even from only encountering the beast once, she herself placed her utmost trust in him, and if the roles were reversed, she probably would've followed his orders without question as well.

She also must not forget that Merlin did help her meet the druids, he did try to help her with her magic without revealing his own. And he always listened to what she had to say, after those horrible dreams. He tried to be there for her without going against the dragon's wishes.

She was also slightly glad to find out that he had magic, because it explained why he poisoned her. In the time she had spent away from Camelot, she had learned what Morgause had done to her. And she knew that the only way to combat it was to kill her. Knowing Merlin had magic meant that he knew all of this when he poisoned her - he did it to protect Arthur. Looking back on that day, she remembers the pain clearly evident on Merlin's face, and also the tears that flowed down his eyes while he rocked her back and forth. At the time, she thought that he was merely upset at taking someone's life - he was just a naive and innocent boy - but now she knew that it was because it was probably one of the toughest decisions in his life, and he felt an extraordinary amount of guilt.

So she was no longer angry at Merlin. She had mentally reached an understanding with him, one which she planned on voicing after the battle, if they both made it through.

Her chest tightened at the thought of Merlin dying. She had barely gotten a chance to reconnect with him, to let him know she forgave him. She did not want that chance ripped from her before she could reconcile with him.

When she had first met him, he was just a serving boy. It was only as she got to know him that he became a friend. She had always silently wished that something more could've come out of their friendship, but she knew Uthur would never have approved. Uthur would sooner execute Merlin than have him court Morgana - if Merlin even felt that way - and Morgana would be powerless to stop Uthur killing Merlin. After all, Merlin was only a servant, easily replaceable.

But seeing Merlin today made Morgana realise that he had never been merely a servant, he'd never been merely anything. He was always so much more, he was the best of them all. He saved them all countless times, and never asked for recognition, never looked for praise, was never thanked. He was genuinely selfless, something Morgana never used to be able to comprehend, because try as she might, she had always been a spoiled princess.

But Morgana was done being the little girl she used to be. No longer would she sit on the sidelines watching others bravely fight. She was in the middle of the fight, the only woman fighting for Camelot, and she would show that she could kill just as easily as any man. She'd be damned if she did not do all she could to help the city win this horrific war.

"I can't let this go on Morgause. You may have killed the King, but that does not in any way mean that Camelot will fall to you. We still have a lot of fight left in us." Merlin shouted to the icy woman.

"And who will stop me? None of you are as strong as me. It is known throughout the land that I am the most powerful sorcerer alive."

"That is where you are wrong Morgause. Yes, you may be the strongest sorcerer alive. But I am no sorcerer, though many give me that title. I am a warlock, and my name is Emrys."

Morgause scoffed, "You expect me to believe you are Emrys? He is a fictional character created by the druids to give them hope in these dark times. The man you claim to be is no more than a myth. I've had enough of your pathetic attempt to defeat me, so now is the time to end this." And with those words, Morgause closed her eyes and murmured a spell. She was too quiet for Merlin to hear what she was saying, so he had no idea to expect.

Then Merlin heard a clatter from the lower town, a clatter that sounded suspiciously like bones hitting one another. Sure enough, a few skeletons entered the courtyard, and Merlin almost laughed at the feeble attempt to 'end this'. However, Merlin's amusement was soon stopped short as hundreds of skeletons entered the courtyard from all entrances. Soon, every single person was surrounded by the dead.

Merlin looked to Morgause to see a smirk on her face, a trait that clearly ran in the family. However, Merlin was not in despair yet. He took in a deep breath, and threw his head back. Merlin's voice rose to a thunderous roar which boomed across the whole battlefield. Every man stopped fighting, terrified of this man who stood facing Morgause - who no longer scared them as she once did. Every single eye was on the man speaking.

"O drakon, e male so ftengometta tesd'hup'anankes!"

For a few moments everything was utterly silent. Then Morgause began laughing, "Is that all you've got, oh mighty Emrys. Here I was, expecting some amazing feat of strength, and nothing! Oh, this is so sweet a moment, I wish I could treasure it forever. Even if you are Emrys, you have proven that you are nothing special."

"Do not take my name so lightly Morgause, for I am who I say I am. I am the most powerful being that will exist or that has ever existed. Compared to me, you are insignificant. I was born with the magic I have within me, it is in my blood, I did not learn it. But there is more than just the magic of Emrys coursing through my veins." Knowing that Kilgarrah was near, Merlin broke off, just as the almighty roar of the Great Dragon sounded on the quiet battlefield. Seconds later, accompanied by a torrent of flames, the beast himself shot into the sky above Camelot. "I am also the last Dragonlord!" Merlin yelled as everyone stared open jawed at the sight before them.

Most people did not know that any dragon had lived through the Great Purge, and of those who did, all believed the dragon to be dead, slain by Arthur himself.

It was Morgause though who was hit hardest by this revelation. Seeing the Great Dragon before her eyes made her begin to wonder if perhaps the man who had summoned him really was Emrys. But she did not dwell on the thought long, knowing that if it were true, then her fate was surely sealed.

Kilgarrah knew instantly why Merlin had called him, and flew closer to the ground. A few of the once fearless soldiers cried out in terror as he breathed out the flames dragons were so well renowned for. However, the fire was not directed at any living man. Few knew the truth, but a dragon's flame wield many properties, such as being able to kill that which is already dead. It was why he was able to forge that sword for Merlin years ago. With a few bursts of fire, Kilgarrah was able to severely decimate the numbers of the undead.

Arthur was staring at the dragon in shock. How was it still alive? Merlin had told him that he had dealt a fatal blow - he would have to have words with that runt when this was all over. However, what also dumbfounded Arthur was that the dragon was on Camelot's side now. But he supposed he had Emrys to thank for that.

Then another thought struck Arthur. He's seen the death of the last Dragonlord, so how was this man standing in front of him. He highly doubted that two Dragonlords had managed to escape Uthur. But it's not like Balinor could be Emrys' father!

However, Emrys said that he got the skill from his father, and from the tone of his voice, Arthur knew the man was dead. Arthur instantly felt sorry for the magician, he could not imagine losing his own father.

Thinking of Uthur, Arthur scanned the crowd, but was unable to see him. Then again, they had been in completely different parts of the fight earlier. He was probably just standing somewhere blocked from his sight.

Morgause turned to Merlin, a fire burning in her eyes, and hatred dripping from every pore, "Emrys, if that's who you truly are, it appears that you have managed to come up with a solution for your little deathly predicament. However, do not think that I will go easily. If you really are this all powerful man, prove it. Fight me. To the death. If I win, Camelot is mine. If you win, you have won this war."

Merlin wished that it did not have to come to this, but he knew there was no longer any other option. If Morgause survived today, she'd only be back with another scheme to take the throne. She had only one goal in mind, and she would stop nothing to achieve it. So all Merlin could say was, "So be it."

The second the words left his mouth, Morgause had murmured, "Forbærne! Ácwele" and a large fireball was heading towards Merlin. The old man did not move from the spot he was standing on, and with a golden glow of his eyes, Merlin waved a hand, and the ball of fire dissipated in the air. Morgause stared at Merlin, before murming, "You are real."

In a blind panic, the blonde woman threw spell after spell at Merlin, which he easily defended against. By the end of her tirade, Morgause looked ready to fall into unconsciousness, whilst Merlin was only beginning to show signs of being tired - though he had been throwing spell after spell at the enemy sorcerers for the past hour or so.

While Morgause stood panting, Merlin once more spoke, "You have probably heard many tales of me. But I am sure you did not hear about my encounter with Nimueh. She was a priestess of the old religion, and she held the power over life and death. And I killed her! Do you not understand the futility of this venture. You never had a chance."

After mentioning Nimueh, Merlin suddenly got an idea. It was not brilliant, nor was it elegant, and god know he would probably regret it, but he had to - for Arthur. Merlin looked up at Morgause, "Today you cowardly took the life of Uthur Pendragon by killing him without a fight. Not a single sorcerer here has done that, because they all have at least a shred of honor. So I am going to use the gift I gained from Nimeuh's death. I have the power over life and death, and I will use it. Because though Uthur was a tyrant, he did not deserve to die like that, so I owe my friend the chance to see his father again. Say your goodbyes Morgause."

Arthur was in shock. Had Emrys just said that Uthur was dead? It couldn't be true, Morgause could not have killed his father.

Then someone moved in front of him, and he noticed the body lying in between the two powerful magic holders.

Arthur sunk to his knees, tears streaming down his face. His father was dead. He had so much he wanted to say to him, so much he needed to ask him. He can't be gone.

But through his grief-ridden stupor, Arthur managed to hear Emrys say that he would bring his father back. Ignoring that he was called a friend by the old man, Arthur pushed through the awe-struck men to get as close as he could to his father, wishing as much as he could that what Emrys claimed would come to pass.

When Merlin finished speaking, he noticed Morgause close her eyes. Maybe she knew that there was no way to avoid her fate, or maybe she wanted it, Merlin did not know. But whatever the reason, Merlin did not falter in raising his hand, and uttered the same spell he had used to kill Nimueh, "Ástríce."

The sky lit up as Morgause was electrocuted by the bolt of lightning striking her. After a few seconds she slumped to the ground.

Suddenly, Merlin felt a pull on his magic. First it started off as a slow trickle, but it soon was being forcefully ripped from his body. Weakened by the loss of his magic, Merlin's legs gave out and he lay in a heap.

Morgana rushed over to Merlin, "What's wrong? What's happening?"

Merlin forced the words from his lips, "It's killing me. Uthur has been dead too long, one life isn't enough to bring him back. The amount of magic that's needed to perform this, it need all of me."

Morgana began to cry at the thought that Merlin would die, "Stop it then! Cut off your magic from the spell! I know you can do it, so why aren't you?"

Merlin tried, unsuccessfully, to look over at Arthur, "Because Arthur would prefer Uthur over me. Once he finds out Emrys is me, he will hate me, and he'll hate me even more if I let Uthur die. He's already the man he's destined to be, so he no longer needs me. He needs his father."

"I need you! And you are a fool if you think that Arthur would want you dead. Please Merlin, please stop it." Morgana's voice trailed off to a hoarse whisper, as the tears continued to pour down her face.

Arthur, seeing that Uthur was not resurrected, and that Emrys was no longer standing, rushed over to the pair, "What's happening?"

Before Merlin could speak, Morgana interjected, "This spell is killing him. Uthur had spent to long dead for it to work with just Morgause's death."

Arthur looked at Morgana's tear filled eyes, and saw more pain than he could ever imagine feeling. He glanced at the dying old man, and back to his father, "Stop the spell. My father's time had come, I do not want the death of another man on my conscience, and I know my father would not either."

This time, Merlin did speak, "Are you sure Arthur? This is your father we are talking about. If I stop the spell now, there is no chance to bring him back."

Arthur sighed, but then nodded, "You called me friend earlier on, and it made me realise that through all this death, Camelot has managed to make an alliance with magic. As much as I want him here, and as much as I will grieve over his death, Uthur would never accept magic in the kingdom. He ruled as he thought he should, but the time for that rule is over."

Merlin nodded in reply, and closed his eyes, searching deep inside of himself to find the dwindling supply of his magic. He found the tendril that connected himself to Uthur, and cut it.

His eyelids flickered open, suddenly feeling much heavier than normal, but Merlin could feel his strength returning to himself. Looking up at the prince, he simply murmured, "I am so sorry Arthur. I would not wish your pain on my worst enemy."

Arthur merely held out his hand to help the old man up. Once he was on his feet, Morgana leaped on him and hugged him tightly, her tears now tears of joy. Merlin returned the hug just as forcefully. Arthur looked at the two in bemusement, but decided he could speak with Morgana about it later, already subconsciously deciding that she would not die at his hand.

Arthur then turned to look at all of the remaining men. After the death of Morgause, he knew that the other sorcerers would no longer fight. For many of them, the main reason they were fighting was because they felt that magic would never return to Camelot under the reign of the Pendragons. However, after seeing the druids fighting on Camelot's side, and witnessing the prince give up his father for a sorcerer, there was no doubt left that magic would soon be widely accepted once more.

Arthur smiled to himself, before addressing the survivors, "I want to offer every single one of you, whether you have magic or not, a place here in Camelot. If you do not want to stay in the city, then feel free to leave. But know this, from now on, prejudice towards sorcerers will not exist in my land. You will be truly free once more."

A cheer rang out across the crowd in front of him, knights and sorcerers alike, and that was when Arthur knew that despite the tragedies faced today, things would be ok.

O drakon, e male so ftengometta tesd'hup'anankes! = O dragon, permit the appeal for an audience to speak here, fierce, wise-minded one.

Forbærne! Ácwele = Burn up! Destroy!

Ástríce = I strike

Ok, I'm kind of expecting some hate for the way I killed Uthur, but I have my reasons. I just felt that it described the man he was, he had lost whatever made him noble, and so he did not die a noble death. This whole chapter was pretty much a comparison between Uthur and Arthur.

I wanted to show that Arthur was changing, that though he was still not entirely happy with magic, or Morgana, he still accepted their help because he felt it would save his people. And I felt that no matter how much Arthur loved his father, he would never want someone else to die so he could have him back. Especially after Emrys had helped so much.

However Uthur was blinded by his hatred, and completely set in his ways, so even once seeing how much good the sorcerers defending Camelot were doing, he still couldn't find it in his heart to forgive their entire race for Ygraine's death and move past his prejudices.

I kind of feel a bit pretentious trying to do that, so I hope it worked out ok. As always, feel free to leave some constructive criticism.

This may look like the end, but it's not, so don't worry fans, there are still a few chapters to go... I DON'T WANT TO GO JUST YET :'(