I am really touched with all the feedback, guys. Thanks! I am trying to draw out the story as much as I can, because in my planning I have one more event before the end :'(

i know, it's sad. But it isn't the end! I haven't posted my merlin-is-awesome-and-modern-but-goes-back-in-time -to-bring-back-Arthur story yet! And that one was fun to write! So after this, on my profile ill post my stories in reading order, so look out for it! I'll shut up now.

Oh, and if you doubt my age, that I posted last time, I can prove it. I am in year 8 (or 7th grade I think it is in the USA) in a school that I am not naming coz of u no stalkers and the uniform has awesome purple jumpers and my birthday is at the end of April and I was born in 2001 and also because I only just made it into the census day thingy when I was born and I have a baby t shirt saying 'I'm here too' because of it.

Point proven?

GOod.

Now on with my story.

Ps sorry for the cliffie at the end :P lol

He stumbled after Mordred. That bastard.

His chest hurt - not only where the wound was, but below it also...ah yes. That was right. The rib was broken. Fabulous.

He had a theory. If he didn't think about being tired, being hurt, dying, and so on, the pain would get less and of course he would complete his mission.

Mordred was sly. He was clever. He knew it would anger Merlin when he injured Gwaine. He knew Merlin would see red. And Merlin had no doubt he was falling far into a trap.

The steps were very long, cold and stone, spiralling. It was a mainly deserted tower: there were no rooms, apart from the top of the tower, which was technically not a room but a base on the stone roof. It was the bell tower. The guards would run up it to ring the bell when an army was coming. There was enough room to stand under the bell, with a small shelter above the tower. It was like there were little doorways through the platform. Doorways to an oblivion of falling.

In fact, the fall would be fatal.

At the bottom of the tower there was room too. Beneath the surface of the land. How did Merlin know?

He had taken Freya there.

Merlin felt his heart pang. It was too soon. Saying goodbye to her wasn't right. And his guilt and sorrow fuelled his rage for Mordred.

None of this would have happened if it weren't for him.

He fell backwards several times. He could hear the footsteps of the younger Druid running, and Merlin followed them.

He was going to kill Mordred, even if (and it probably would be) it was the last thing he did.

Spiralling up and up, higher and higher...Merlin felt his life zooming away. His magic was stabilising him, but the non-Emrys part of him was balancing between joining his father and and staying with his mother.

And Merlin made it to the top.

Mordred was smirking.

"You seem tired, Merlin," he leered. "So very tired...wouldn't you like to rest? I would gladly do you the honour."

"Tired? Yes," Merlin breathed, and he was shocked to hear how weak he sounded. "You wouldn't mind if I killed you first though? Then I can have very sweet dreams...maybe Arthur would give me a day off...he was your friend once, remember? Saved your life...ring a bell?"

Mordred snarled at him. "That debt was forgotten when he murdered Kara."

"Hmm...there's something I'm not getting here," Merlin said in mock concern. "You owe Arthur his life, and this is all cancelled out when he was forced to kill a girl?"

"Kara was not just a girl!"

"Well...unless I'm missing a vital detail...she looked like a girl, sounded like a girl, you loved her like a girl..."

"SHE WAS NOT JUST A GIRL!" Mordred roared, and the power excelling from him blew the bell so it rang loud and clear, and Merlin strained to keep upright.

"I loved her! She was my heart and soul, and I loved her! The Pendragon king KILLED HER!"

"Yes. He did," Merlin said softly, trying not to sway. "He killed Kara. And then you killed him. What more revenge do you need?"

Mordred looked at him curiously. "You sold me out. You sold us both out."

"And you told Morgana who I was, costing me my magic, my friend and all my reasons to live. So I will ask again: what. More. Revenge. Do. You. Need?"

Mordred spat in his face. "I hate you. This is not revenge. This is my prize."

Merlin blinked furiously to stay alert.

"You would never understand."

"I understand more than you know."

Mordred was very taken aback with the dark tone Emrys spoke with. He was shocked with the answer.

"We are more alike than you think, Mordred," Merlin half begged. "You were so kind as a child, so powerful...do not let it go to waist. You still have a chance...I'm giving it to you...take it! We are similar, Mordred-"

"I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU!" Mordred bellowed furiously. "YOU KNOW NOTHING OF WHO I AM-"

"SILENCE!" Merlin boomed back, radiating power. This was not Merlin talking, this was Emrys.

"The Pendragons hunted us down, killed our kind! I know, I have lived with it! I have lied my whole life, and don't you dare think that I don't know what it's like to lose a loved one - "

"Not the girl who took your - "

"YES, Arthur killed the love of my life too!" Merlin cried. A tear leaked out of his azure eyes. "Her name was Freya, a Druid girl to be sold to Uther! I couldn't watch her die, I let her free, I hid her and loved her with all of my heart! She was cursed to turn into a Bastet at midnight, and killed without knowing what she was doing! Then, Arthur had no choice, we planned on running away together, I didn't know about he curse until too late, she ran without me, not wanting to accidentally harm me, and Arthur caught her, stabbed her with his blade...there was nothing I could do...I took her to Avalon, and she died in my arms, and it was all my fault, all his fault!" By now, Merlin was sobbing openly, and tears also fell from Mordred's eyes, stunned that Merlin could cope.

"Didn't you feel rage?" he asked quietly. Merlin nodded.

"But I controlled it. You can to. I am giving you a chance, Mordred...one more chance...please, please take it..."

Morded thought in silence. Merlin didn't know what he was going to do. The boy seemed to be having an inner battle...

But then Mordred opened his hand and forced it backwards, and Merlin felt his body echoing the action, and he slumped against the wall, dazed and with a head wound.

Mordred came up to him and crouched eye level. "Never will I join you," he whispered. "And now, I would recommend you got to your feet. I have one final round in my game we must play."

let me know what you thinks, I am having a magic battle in this and I need ideas for badass spells for them to use!

So let me know, k?

love,

BLUE TURTLE OF AWESOMENESS. OH YEAH! xxxxxxx