Arthur strokes a strand of hair out of Merlin's face. "I'm gonna miss you my friend. But I swear I'll never forget you. I thank you for everything you've done for me and Camelot. Without you all this wouldn't have been possible." Another tear runs over his cheeks. He sobs barely audible. "And the law about magic, I'll abolish it. I promise. Do you hear that? Magic will not be banished anymore." He pauses again. "I just wished you could experience it. I wished you could see it. I wished you were there when I rip this law." He sobs quietly again. "Goodbye .."
He pressed his forehead against the forehead of his friend. The sobbing has become a cry. Tear after tear run down his face. One of the tears drips onto his chest, onto his amulet, onto his crystal ..
Suddenly, at the very moment as the tear touches the crystal, it starts to glow. It rises, it floats towards the sky and pulls the chain located at Arthur's neck. At the level of Arthur's eyes the crystal stops. Arthur puts Merlin on the floor. Then he takes his chain from his neck. The crystal seems to stand in the air. It still shines. It shines as on the day as Arthur returned from the Isle of Avalon. It shines like in the Crystal Cave. It projects a light to the floor.
Like a vision suddenly a woman appears there. She is bathed in brilliant light and looks down at Arthur kneeling on the floor and his sorcerer lying beside him. She is beautiful. She is perfect. She is dressed entirely in white. Her skin is pale. Her hair is white and shines. She looks like a human and yet .. she is different ... She is perfect. She shines with grandeur, that it causes a shiver. All who remained stare at her with an open mouth. Nobody dares to move.
Arthur bows. "Mistress of the island, Lady of Avalon." The woman smiles. "I see that you remember me Arthur Pendragon." Her voice is sweet and scary at the same time. It is loud, like an echo it resonates from all directions. She looks around. Also the others bow now. Arthur rises and faces her. "My friend dies. You are the only one who can possibly save him." The woman nods. "I know. You have waited a long time to call me, Arthur Pendragon. I can not leave my island. But this one crystal can bring forth my reflection. A reflection that I once locked in here."
She looks into Arthur's eyes. "I've been waiting for this day Arthur Pendragon. Starting today, it will be allowed to chose freely. Everyone is allowed to follow his religion. And everyone is allowed to use his magic." She looks around. "This is my condition. Maybe I can save the young wizard. But in return I demand a promise. A promise that you'll allow magic in Camelot." Arthur nods. "I promise."
She nods almost imperceptibly. Angelically, she makes a step towards Arthur and Merlin. Like the crystal itself, she seems to float. Then she bends down to Merlin. "The wizard is very weak. His soul is pulled apart like a net. It is kept by a single thread. Without my help, he will die. This magic is as old as I'm. I have to renew the net of his soul. I have to weave it again."
She gets up and begins to sing. Like a siren, she raises her voice. She creates a melody. A melody so incredibly beautiful, it instantly brings a smile to every face of those who listen. So incredibly beautiful, that even flowers wake up at night. So incredibly beautiful, that eventhe sun stretches to catch a glimpse.
When the sun rays touch the lifeless body of Merlin in the middle of the night, he is also rising up. He floats in the air. Lifeless his arms and legs hang down. The Lady of Avalon bends over him and closes his lips with a kiss. When her lips touch his lips, the young wizard breathes audibly. The sun disappears, it's dark again. And yet it is not. Merlin itself glows from within. The woman, or rather the reflection fades. It dissolves and becomes a fog, which wraps around Merlin's body.
With each breath, Merlin breathes in the fog. With each breath, his breathing gets stronger. With each breath, his complexion normalises. With each breath, his body warms up. With each breath, a part of the fog disappears in Merlin's body until it has been absorbed completely by Merlin.
Merlin slides slowly to the floor. The fog, the reflection, the woman, it is gone. What remains is an empty frame of an amulet. The crystal is dissolved.
Still all are paralyzed and look down at Merlin. Still they can barely comprehend what just happened. Only Havgan has experienced the moment consciously. With tears in his eyes he goes to Arthur and whispers into his ear. "My Lord. You did it. You saved him." Arthur looks around at the old man. Havgan nods and smiles. Arthur kneels down next to Merlin and holds his hand. Quietly, he calls him: "Merlin? Merlin, do you hear me?"
Merlin slowly opens his eyes and looks at Arthur. He touches his head and sits up. His head hurts. And he can't remember what happened. Confused, he looks at his King. Arthur just smiles. Then he looks into the night sky and whispers almost inaudibly: "Thank you." Merlin is still too stunned to say anything. Arthur takes his friend's head in his hands and smiles at him. Another tear runs over his cheek. A tear of happiness.
When suddenly cheers rise, both realize that they aren't alone. Behind them are the Queen of Camelot, King Lot and the knights. Around them hundreds of people have closed the circle and cheer joyfully. Arthur stands up and pulls Merlin with him. Now Sir Gwaine occurs and takes Merlin in his arms.
Now the feast is indeed a feast. Just at the moment of the constellation, druids and wizards, knights and kings are celebrating side by side until sunrise.