The rift closed itself instantly upon letting the two pass through, leaving the town square as it always was. The night was bright again, the stars shimmering downwards, and there was no damage to the castle. There were just the knights of Camelot, standing above their fallen enemies, looking shocked, and Morgana – lost. While the knights tried to comprehend what just happened, Morgana disappeared. Merlin approached Arthur, and patted him on the shoulder. The battle was over, Nick was gone, and Camelot was saved. But Wedge was gone too.

Arthur didn't object to Merlin staying with him that night. They cried together for a bit, and then spent the night reminiscing over their time with Wedge. It was fleeting, but one of the most important and memorable. They lay in each other's embrace, lost in their thoughts.

Arthur had become King two days later. They held a wonderful ceremony, and Merlin was so proud of him. They hugged and kissed once they were alone, ecstatic. But they still held a loneliness within themselves from their loss. Arthur decided it appropriate to make a memorial in the town square for her, and declared her the Guardian of Camelot to the whole kingdom. There was unrest in the council, but the news was generally well received by the townspeople. Arthur's knights were glad, and the other knights didn't mind. Once the story of her sacrifice was let known, and supported by those present that night, the memorial and title seemed fitting. Even the druids found a new respect for Arthur. All seemed to be well.

Merlin had found a small package in his chambers. The note on the outside was addressed to him.

Merlin,

Thank you for all you have given me in our short time together. It was some of the best of my life.
Please take care of Gorran, Airama, Laiya and Isieldor. They know they are to remain where they live, as they can sustain themselves but they would like company and someone to watch over them.

Make sure you take care of yourself and Arthur. Your journey is far from complete.

I have one favour to ask of you. This package here is for Morgana. Now, I know you don't want to have anything to do with her, but please give it to her. Leave it for her to find, send it to her… as long as she gets it. It's important… I hope it will ensure peace for you and Camelot.

I may be gone, but will forever be your Guardian, watching over you.

Wedge.

Merlin cried again, Gaius having to comfort him without really understanding what was going on. He granted Wedge her favour – he took the parcel to Morgana. He placed it in her cabin while she was out, upon her bed. Swiftly, he left. He doubted how one small gift could bring peace to Camelot for Morgana, but he trusted Wedge knew what she was doing.

Morgana arrived home, followed by her dear dragon. She instantly noticed that it had been disturbed, and eyed the package on the bed. She cautiously approached and opened it. It was a bottle of bright white glowing liquid, and the wrapping fabric was a letter addressed to her.

Morgana,

You don't know me but I know you from another time.

We were enemies only of circumstance. Your desire for revenge over the people that hurt you placing you on the other side to me. I did learn more about you, however. I know how you long for peace, company, a place to belong. That was why you wanted to rule over Camelot – to make a place where magic and the like was accepted. And I know that you are tired of seeking revenge… you just want to live happily with your dragon. What those men have done have made that impossible for you.

So please, take this gift. One random act of kindness that I hope will make you see that you don't have to keep fighting. That there is still love out there for you and your kind. Let me give back what was taken, and let you move on.

There is a land far north where magic is still free. It is time for you to leave behind what plagues you and live among those there. Your dragon will show you the way.

Wedge

Morgana was taken aback by the statements. She initially wanted to refute them, but knew they were right. She picked up the vial and examined it, removing the cap. The liquid spilled out involuntarily, dancing across the air and engulfing Morgana's beloved dragon. Before her eyes, she saw her grow healthy and strong. She stood tall and proud, bones completely and properly formed with strong full wings and bright white colour. The sickly look was gone, the weakness was gone…it was amazing. Morgana couldn't believe it. She threw he arms around the dragon and cried out of happiness for the new life given to her. In this happiness, she felt Wedge's words sink in. She hadn't felt this happy in a long time. Fighting had only brought her misery.

"Maybe it is time to move on. Let them have their kingdom. Yes. We'll go north, to where we are accepted. We'll be free."
Morgana kissed her dragon, thanking Wedge.
"Can you take me there?" Morgana asked wistfully, not seeking an answer… she would find the way. What happened next came as the greatest, most wonderful shock.
"Yes."