*Breaths a sigh of relief*

Here we are, guys. On the last chapter of this story. I do feel like I have written better chapters but I think I can blame that on the fact that I had written the last part 3 months ago and I was just trying to make the beginning reach the end.

I want to thank you for all the support you have given to this story. I started uploading this story 6 months ago and now I am finally posting this last chapter. As I have already mentioned, there will be no sequel. I haven't had the idea to and I think this is better off just being finished and out to you guys.

I am going to take another break from posting (surprise, surprise). I want to get back into the routine of planning my stories so that they don't just have a mess of chapters or storylines. So I am going to take at least a month off to get myself sort. I hope to be back in a month but we will see how things work out. Keep an eye on my profile for more details. Also, there will be a change to how I do things. You must know (if you have followed me as an author), I do write and upload two stories side by side. I am no longer going to do this. I am going to focus on one story and then hopefully update every day once I start posting that story. This is all subject to how I am feeling with the writing and all that jazz.

Anyway, thank you again for the support and here is the last chapter of The Queen of Magic and Camelot.

Next story: New Man, Fandom: Merlin, Publishing - TBC


Epilogue

Morgana's Albion

AFTER YEARS OF BEING LOCKED in a tower, Morgana thought that she would never truly found happiness but as she watched Merlin play with their three children, she knew that the scene in front of her was the only happiness that she would ever need. Their laughter brought a smile to her face and she knew that everything was okay.

With two more children running past her, she knew that there was only one person who was going to come up and stand next to her.

"I thought you were in a meeting," Gwen said.

"We finished early."

"Was that because Arthur is still refusing to even consider the thought of marriage?"

"Apparently so. I do see his point though. We are in a time where we are starting to choose who we marry. I married Merlin and you, Lancelot. Why should I push Arthur into a marriage that he so clearly doesn't want?"

"Maybe you have to tell them that."

"I am just trying to find the right words without offending them. They seem to be rather demanding and sensitive. Like yesterday, I suggested that there were many fine bachelors in Albion and that I would hold a feast for them to meet them. They seemed offended that I would even suggest such a thing."

"Maybe get Arthur to do it for you."

"I can't do that to him. I feel like we are only just getting him back."

"I suppose. Anyway, she doesn't seem like the person who would get Arthur. Did you hear her comment the other day?"

Morgana turned to her friend. "What comment?"

"We might understand Arthur's behaviour but I don't think they do. You excused Arthur from one of the meetings because he was feeling well and she said that she had seen him that morning looking fine. I explained that he had been through a few things, not going into any detail and she told me that it was no reason as to why he couldn't be there. I know that I don't what happened. Lancelot has given me the gist of what happened without going into any details but I can't imagine what he went through."

There were a few footsteps and Morgana knew that maybe she shouldn't have asked him to come along.

"Morgana."

She turned and smile when Arthur had his Blood Guard uniform on instead of the Pendragon one. He had his hands behind his back, something he had done since he returned. He didn't like to show his hands as much as others did.

"I think I might have a solution to our little problem. Unless you want to marry the extremely pampered Princess Olwyn."

"My place is here in Camelot."

"Then I will sort it."


There was a long overdue meeting of all the rulers of the five Kingdoms. As Albion came together, there was an agreement that all the current rulers would still be able to rule over their kingdoms, with an alliance between them all that trade could flow freely and that in the event of war, they would all contribute to the collective force against those who wish to disrupt their peace.

On the request, Morgana did allow it that Arthur would take the Princess Olwyn. She thought that it would at least make the fact that she had called the feast a little easier. There was a meeting of all the kingdoms earlier but this is where she hoped to impress. It was a night off for all of them and it was something that she was going to enjoy. Time with Merlin was getting less and less and she wanted to go back to the early days for her reign and their marriage.

With Merlin on her arm, they stepped into the hall. There was a way that everyone bowed their head that still sent shivers down her spine. She still couldn't believe that she was this Queen that ruled over more than just Camelot. She had become a symbol of peace and it still amazed her now. They had achieved so much in six years. It was unbelievable.

"Friends, we gather here today as one unified kingdom." She started after they turned to the audience in the hall. "We have many years ahead of us to start to call this land Albion but I believe that no matter how long it takes, it will happen. I would like to introduce the guests of honour, King Natres and his daughter, the Princess Olwyn. Please make yourselves known to them. Enjoy the feast."

Even before they took their seats, the servants poured into the hall, placed a number of plates onto the tables. She was glad when a young Lord from Caerleon was one of the first to introduce himself to Olwyn. She hoped that it would take away the idea of Arthur.

"Holding a feast," Arthur whispered to her.

"I have done two jobs in one. You see the Lord that is currently talking to her. Annis says that he comes from a very reputable family. You are going to see him stick to her like glue. Every time she comes over to you, he will save you."

"Are you sure this is going to work?"

"As you said, your place is in Camelot. I am going to try and keep you here."

Arthur didn't seem so convinced but she knew it was going to work. It had to work, didn't it?


There was a question that both Morgana and Merlin found themselves asking themselves and it became something that became more noticeable the longer they didn't have an answer.

Why weren't they ageing like their friends were?

It wasn't noticeable at first but Morgana noticed how smile lines turned into wrinkles and how everyone else's hair was turning a shade of grey. She could look at Merlin and in the mirror and not look a day over the day that this whole adventure started.

It became more noticeable as their children grew up and started on the journey of self-discovery as they once went on. She knew that soon her children would be married to their chosen partners and be having children of their own and she still looked the same as she did when she had her first born.

It was something that Morgana and Merlin knew that they had to explore together and only found the answers on a trip to Powys.

They were immortal.

Apparently, Once and Future Queen meant more than just being the future Queen that Camelot needed. She was the Queen of Magic and Camelot and her magic was going to make sure that she could make sure that the land she was building was going to last under her reign.

It was news that they both didn't take well and just the thought that they could sit there and watch all their friends and family die sent them into their own personal conflict. There were the constant arguments and Merlin even moved to the Isle of the Blessed for a while just to give them both the space they needed to think over their immortality.

They knew that they had to go through it together. It was the only way that they were going to get through. They were together now, forever.


Saxons.

That was what torn apart the dream that they had built up over the years.

Morgana had to look back as they left Camelot. It was her home and the centre of Albion. It was the place where she built everything that she had achieved. The flames licked the white marble and she knew that by the time the Saxons had finished, the castle would be black. Merlin pulled her out of her daydream as he told her that they had to leave. She would have shouted at him what was the point but she knew that they did still have a point to run away.

They still had their family to look after and they might be immortal, but the rest of their family wasn't. Their magic would mean that they would have a longer life than most, but their magic wasn't as strong as theirs.

There were no tellings where they would end up but they just had to get to safety.


"Mother."

Morgana blinked as her eldest son handed her a bowl with some broth in it.

"Thank you."

"We can get Camelot back."

She shook her head. "That dream is dead. It has been for a while."

"Is that because of Uncle Arthur, Uncle Lancelot and Aunty Gwen?"

"We may have built the land that we did with you children in mind, but we built it more for ourselves. We wanted to be free. We made that land with friends and family by our side. People we trusted to the ends of the earth."

"Mother, you aren't blaming yourself because of your immortality. There was nothing you could do to extend their lives. You knew that they were going to die at some point."

"Your father and I are going to outlive you and your children and their children and so on. We are going to be here until the end of time itself." She looked away from him. "The most important thing at the moment is getting to somewhere safe."

"I heard that the druids had gone to hid in the Valley of the Fallen Kings."

"The Crystal Cave is there. The birthplace of magic." Merlin said as he joined them. "It seems like the place to go."

"Then we make our way to the Valley of the Fallen Kings."


2018

There is a forest, deep in the heart of Cornwall. These ancient woodlands have remained untouched since the 6th century after the Saxons conquered Britain.

Folklore speaks of the forest being cursed with talking trees and whoever enters never returns. Many of the locals turn tourists away, adding to the stories as time has gone by. The name of the forest and the valley had changed over the centuries and what was in the forest forgotten to time.

Because the folklore doesn't do it justice. Because the Valley of the Fallen King (as it is known to you and me) holds a community older than any of our modern day equivalents. A community whose beliefs are stronger than any other religion. This community believes in magic. They know that the Valley of the Fallen Kings is the resting place of magic.

The Druids have held the lands, making sure that anyone unworthy did not enter the Valley. Those who have entered and disappeared since the 6th Century have been worthy. Those who still possess a little magic in them, even if it is rare. They had to stay there. They had to keep guard. For no one must know where they were. Where their resting place was.

For in a cave, the once shone blue with magic, lies the Queen of Magic and her Prince, waiting for the crystals to be filled with magic once more. Encased in stone, they will awake when magic returns. Until then, they will get the rest that they deserve.