(merlin)
"She was burned … with the rest… They didn't know who she was…"
And just like that.
All of his worries of someone finding out his secret faded.
All his worries about Arthur faded.
His legs gave out.
Freya…
His Freya was dead.
Burned…
Burned like Uther wanted her to burn.
And just like that Merlin died.
The part of him that was a man, died at that moment.
The only thing left was Emrys.
Magic.
He closed his eyes as his blood boiled with Anger.
He didn't know how much time passed. It could have been seconds or hours. He lost track of it. Time no longer held a meaning.
It all was meaningless for the almighty Emrys.
There was only one thought in his mind.
Kill Morgana Pendragon.
When he opened his eyes, they weren't blue. No one would ever see the blue bright eyes of Merlin of Ealdor. The Village was gone, and so was the man he used to be.
He wasted no time killing the two guards, who were too shocked to do anything.
He saw the fear in Morgana's eyes.
And Arthur's eyes. And Gwen's.
He then saw the worry in his mother's.
And the amazement in Mordred's.
And he turned back to Morgana with a blank face.
With a snap of his fingers all her guards were dead. Their heads ripped off of their bodies. Their blood splashing around the room, covering the scarlet banner of the Pendragon house with crimson liquid.
Before Morgana could even say a word or utter a quick spell, he was in front of her.
The light from his golden eyes was clearly blinding her, as she kept blinking and wincing. But he paid her discomfort no mind.
Arthur was too shocked to stand up, he kept sitting on the ground. At least Gwen was now in his arms.
As he saw them pull each other closed, he was further reminded of where he could be right now.
In Freya's arms.
He clenched his jaw further.
And pushed Morgana away, freezing her body with his magic.
Mordred walked up to him, maybe to talk him out of whatever he was about to do, or maybe to help him. Whatever it was, Emrys would do it alone.
He put his hand up.
"Stay out of this Mordred. I have to do this on my own."
The young druid nodded and stepped backwards.
Emrys then looked at the knights Merlin called friends. They were still frozen. But he didn't wish them to see what he would do to Morgana. And with a quick flick of his wrist they were teleported into the middle of the Forest.
He then turned to his mother.
"Mother… I should have been there…"
She shook her head in a somewhat comforting way, but she didn't step forward. Perhaps she didn't want him to become what he has become, but she wouldn't stop him. Not after what Morgana did.
She simply stepped closer to Mordred who placed a hand on her shoulder.
He took a deep breath and turned to Morgana, who finally realized who he was.
"You are Emrys! You had magic! You could have helped me!"
He shook his head, ignoring her betrayed look.
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?"
She only looked confused, as he continued.
"Freya was a druid. Captured by a bounty hunter, and brought to Uther to be burned on the Pyre. But I helped her. I saw her for who she truly was. Freya…"
Remembering her soft eyes, and kind smile, he distracted himself, allowing Morgana to use her magic to push him away.
He didn't crumble to the floor, but he stayed by the wall anyway. There was nowhere that Morgana could hide now. He would let her play the game. He would let her think that she had a chance.
Morgana turned to the dragon she considered hers.
"Aithusa! Help me! Kill him!"
But Aithusa stood still.
Morgana walked over to the dragon.
"I told you to kill him!"
The dragon ignored her once again.
The sight made Emrys smirk slightly.
He then looked straight at Aithusa.
"Come here Aithusa."
The Dragon bowed its head and obeyed.
Morgana stared at Emrys, and then glanced back at the dragon.
"That is impossible! Only a Dragonlord can do that!"
He placed his hand on Aithusa's head.
"Yes. Exactly."
Morgana continued staring at him confused.
"You can't be a Dragonlord. Balinor was the Last Dragonlord!"
He put his hand away from Aithusa.
"Yes… And I am his son. Making me the Last Dragonlord upon his death."
Now Morgana looked truly frightened. Her last hope for survival was now standing by his side, glaring at her with hatred.
Emrys made a step towards her.
"Do you know why she looks at you with such hatred?"
Morgana kept quiet.
Emrys kept walking towards her.
"You killed Freya. By doing that, you killed my unborn son. He would have been the next Dragonlord. And as you may know Dragons and Dragonlords are kin. Dragons feel when their kin is being slaughtered. What did you think would happen?"
By the time he finished his little speech, he was standing in front of Morgana, who was once again frozen in place.
Arthur and Gwen have slowly crawled away from the two of them, wishing to escape Morgana and the Wrath of Emrys.
This left the area around the Throne empty.
Morgana was pushed down to sit in the Throne she craved so much.
The golden crown was still placed atop her head.
But it didn't matter anymore. Her doom was here.
Emrys didn't hesitate. It was time for this to end.
His hand struck out, and mere seconds later, Morgana's heart was no longer in her chest.
Her evil heart was now in his hand, while blood poured out of her dead body, making her pretty golden dress red.
Her eyes remained open forever, just as his remained Gold.
Outside the lightning flashed, and rain poured.
It cleared the smoke and ashes away from the sky.
Morgana Pendragon was dead.
Perhaps the Great Dragon was wrong when he said that Emrys is the light to her darkness.
But he was definitely the Rain to her Fire.
And now her Flames were extinguished. Her magic was dead as was her body.
Emrys dropped her heart to her feet, and put his hand down by his side.
He closed his eyes and whispered.
"Goodbye Morgana."