Hello readers. Here they are, the final two chapters. The epic conclusion. These words have been rewritten so many times, I can't even remember what the original draft looked like. The first ending was going to be a pretty happy one, and then I went through some shit and ended up going in the complete opposite direction. It stayed like that for a few months before I realized I couldn't publish that out, I could make it better and well…this is what came of it. I upload both chapters together because this one leaves things at quiet a cliffhanger and well, I suppose my second ending would've been just this chapter. Without the one that follows. I hope you've had the patience to wait all these months while I got busy busy with work. Forgive me and for those who don't climb back on, no hard feelings. For those that do, please leave your usual reviews and make sure you guys come back for my next fanfic adventure. Details at the end.

MSWord has gone crazy with the separators. Sorry for that, just read on through. We're almost at the end of the road. Also be warned, it gets very violent.

"I suppose Veronica was the strongest out of all of us. I could barely hold a candle to her and as for Balthazar….well…you saw how that turned out" Horvath tells me, with arrogance in his voice.

"Why was she the strongest?" I ask. We are conversing a few thousand miles above Spain, the gulf carrying us away to our destination. No destination plans were discussed in front of me, but I dare say I can hazard a guess. Most people believe the origin of Arthurian lore was in Scotland, which may as well be true, but Morganian lore begins in Ireland. Amidst the foggy, cold forests and deep, dark lakes, lay the true key to our past…and our future. Seeing as this may be my last chance to get anything out of Horvath, I'm asking him all the questions I've always been too terrified to voice out before.

"The way our magic works is through faith…internal and external. The faith and emotions you have for your…mentors…that's the right word I suppose, and the faith and power that mentor controls out in the real world" Horvath answers, sounding bored. He's putting on a brave face…but he's nervous…no, not nervous….he's…resigned…What's about to happen?

"So, how powerful you are is how much you love your teacher and how much the world loves him…?" I sound out my thoughts.

"If you want to put it in layman terms" Horvath says with a chuckle, "I guess Veronica loved Merlin more than any of us"

I nod and start thinking, my glass of scotch getting warm in my hands. Neat. I've picked up the habit from Horvath. It's a nasty habit. Nothing quite like it. I take a big sip and wait for the burning sensation to subside.

"So what happens now?" I ask, dreading his answer.

Horvath doesn't answer back. Just gives me a stern look and I shut up. Well as long as we're waiting. I gently put my hand on his thigh. I know his cock always hangs to the right. I trail my hand up his thick thigh until I find what I'm looking for. My inside are still aching from last night, but I think my lips can take another round.

"Dave, I'm not in the mood" Horvath says without looking at me. Jesus…that's a first. For some reason it makes me even more scared. The rest of the hours are spent in silence. Horvath goes to sleep soon. I look at him sleeping, his muscles tense, almost straining the suit. I wish he'd let me help him relax.

"I love you, you know" I whisper to a sleeping man. He snores a bit louder, but aside from that I don't think he hears me.

We land during sunlight. Horvath whisks me out of customs and then we drive for a few hours. I wonder if I'm driving myself to my own funeral. Day turns into night as we leave the cities behind, travelling along an almost black coast. It's almost midnight before Horvath's directions take us to the pier seemingly in the middle of nowhere. There's a boat waiting for us, it takes us to the island. I know the island and if you've been hearing my story…I think you know the island as well.

The temple is in ruins, walls broken and cracked, some fallen down completely. The fog seems to be covering most of the damage but it can't hide the cracks in the foundation or the ivy creeping from within them. We make our way to the middle, to a small chamber. There's nothing in it and I'm wondering if this it when Horvath mutters an incantation and stamps his cane on the ground. Almost immediately, pucid green energy seeps forth from it and a circular staircase descents into the darkness. We make our way down and come upon an antechamber, six times the size of the the chamber we descended from. Horvath walks to the center of the antechamber and places the urn in the middle of a large altar. The urn, the Chinese doll, whatever you wanna call it. I recognize the face on it and nearly gasp. Its veronica…but it's not really, is it? It just looks like Veronica. What comes out of that thing will only have her face, the voice will be Morgana's. There was a different face on the doll, the last time I saw it.

Horvath sees me looking at it, "Their gone"

"They?" I ask, feigning innocence.

"The other Morganians…trapped in the doll. I needed their power to break her out" he says, raising his cane. I see four rings there…very similar to the one I have around my neck. I have a bad feeling about this.

"Horvath?" I mumble, quietly walking up to him. He's not the man I know…he seems more determined…more powerful…he's scaring me. "Maxim?" I whisper, taking his hand. He jerks his hand away and slaps me on the face. I look up, thinking I'll see him angry but I see fear on his face…no, not fear…shame. He's acting like we've being watched and he doesn't want the others to see us. But there are no others…or are there? I see his eyes dart towards the doll. He doesn't want her to know…about me. He's ashamed of me. Finally, a familiar feeling. I'm in my comfort zone now. Even as I joke about it, I know how much it hurts. I feel a deep tug in my guts, more painful than anything his hands or feet have ever inflicted on me.

"Go stand over there" Horvath grunts and I take a corner. Not the one he pointed too, I don't want to make this too easy for him. When he begins the ritual, I realize I'm not part of it. I knew it! I was scared for nothing…I knew he wouldn't…not just like that. He might not show it, but I knew deep down he feels something for me. Maybe something you feel for your favorite pet or you lucky shoe…but something nonetheless. My heart leaps for joy, but I keep a straight face as I see him plunge the cane into the ground. The cane starts vibrating and after a while I realize it's not the cane at all. The ruins are moving, in fact the whole island seems to be shuddering about. And then I hear the scream.

Human screams, sounding almost inhuman, ring in my ears. I clamp my hands around my ears. hoping for some reprieve but none comes. The doll on the altar starts smoking and I see on the rings just burn away. Like it was never there, it doesn't even leave a trail of ash or a puff of smoke behind. It just disappears. With it the scream melts away as well. I feel like throwing up but I hold it back. This is what I signed up for right? Daily and repeatedly, I signed up for this. The smoke coming from the doll seems to intensify and stars gathering up in one place. The second rings burns out with a hail of screams and the smoke almost seems to be forming a shape. I see hints of curves, breasts almost. It's her.

She starts gaining color when the third ring goes. Just pops away. I look at Horvath. His body is tense, his stance perfect. His eyes are closed and he's muttering some language I have never heard of. Or rather, he never taught me. I break out in cold sweat all over, this is wrong…all wrong. I run over to him, shouting, "Don't do this…Maxim…STOP!"

He doesn't hear me or he doesn't react if he does. "Maxim…don't do this….HORVATH please I'm begging you stop….or…"

"Or what?" I hear a silky voice ask me that questions and I feel shivers run down my spine. She's here. I slowly turn around. The fourth ring is gone. Morgana stands infront me, in…almost all her prime. Veronica's body looks as beautiful as ever, I'm not sure where the curves stop and the raven-black hair begin. Holy shit, she's hot!

"You'll do what, toadling?" she asks, with a smile. Something is wrong, she seems less than solid. Her form still seems to be made of smoke. I steal a quick look at the doll/vase. It's still unbroken. Oh crap!

"Not enough" Horvath grunts, falling to his knees, out of breath. Double crap!

"Of course it's not enough, my love" Morgana says walking over to him. She bents down, grazing his cheek, "It's been so long"

"So long…" Horvath mumbles as her hand breaks away into smoke.

"Now…" she says, straightening up, "Why does he still live?" Triple crap…and more crap on top. I think I'm about to get fucked.

"I thought…we might not need him…"

"Is that why you spent the last three years, stuffing him full of my essence?" Morgana asks, "Because we might not need him?" She laughs and turns to me, "Stuffing quiet literally, I heard. Your little body could barely contain him"

My cheeks get red and she seems to enjoy it, "It even took me some time, accommodating to his…girth, did it not? Even I had to consider some serious stretching exercises before I started taking him on our rides. It was one of the reasons I chose him, you know"

My eyes find Horvath's and he seems determined not to look at me. To see such a powerful, all-mighty…being be treated like a….a….student….and I suppose that's what he was, to her. "I bedded quite a few boys…but his massive, turgid…talents put him ahead of the others", she continues and I wish I was somewhere else. Anywhere else.

"He must've stretched you out good" she says with a chuckle, "And didn't even do a very good job of it"

She walked over to me a took a whiff, "You reek! You don't smell as you should, you should smell like me…ugh, Maxim you can't do anything right…can you?"

Horvath sighs and throws me a dirty look, as if it's my fault.

Morgana seems to have lost interest, "Maxim, kill him"

Horvath turns and looks at me, "Maxim, don't do it" I shout out, "Don't listen to her"

"Oh my" she smiles, "Seems your cock hasn't pulled all his guts out of him"

I run over to him, "Maxim, please don't do this. You don't need her, I can make you happy, I can lov-"

He hits me so hard, I literally flew into the air. Morgana was laughing, "Did you hear him Maxim? He loves you" she says as I struggle to get up but he's on me again. This is not like the other times, there are no restoratives or potions. He wants to maim me…to kill me. He hits me again and again, punches and kicks that break things inside. Oh God, I'm going to die.

"Our love is timeless, it broke centuries, it destroyed empires. How could a toadling like you think you have his love" she says, anger creeping into her voice. Horvath hits me in the face and I feel my jaw shatter. My teeth fly out.

"Maxim please…." I mutter through closed eyes. I feel Maxim's grip relax, there's a chance. A slim one. I know he feels something for…anything.

"He's lived through the ages, this man has fucked more people than you've met. You're not even a footnote darling" she says, almost with pity, "You were never anything to him. You're not fit to lick his feet, YOUR WORTH LESS THAN THE DIRT UNDER HIS SHOES" she screams.

Maxim seems to halt, is he going to let me live? Morgana senses this too, "Kill him darling. Pull those guts out through his mouth, like that boy in Budapest, remember?"

A look of disgust crosses Horvath's face. He doesn't want to do this, I know it. At Maxim's feet I gather all the energy I have left, every bit of hurt and hate I feel and send it flying at her. Maxim's eyes widen as he sees the golden electricity leave my hands and slam into her. She screams and hits the vase. It just sucks her in. She cries and then she's back in the vase, leaving four rings behind.

"NO" Horvath screams, "What did you do?" he slams his feet down on me. My face, my chest. I feel bones break, skin rip, blood pour out of me.

He leaves me and quickly picks up the rings, "I'll have to start all over again"

I struggle to get up, I realize I can't move my legs. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I don't want to die. I was happy, I don't want to die. I tell myself this will be over soon, we will be back in our villa, on our bed. We will love each other, we'll find each other again. Veronica said I could change this. She said love will save us all. Then I feel his hand grab my throat and raise me up. I think my legs leave the ground.

"Maxim…please….please don't kill me…" I whimper.

He gives me the coldest stare he's ever given me, "I'm going to do it right this time"

His hand, the same hand I have loved, the same hand that pulled my covers for me when I blacked out on the couch, that grazed my cheek in the morning when he thought I was sleeping, tightens around my neck. This is it. I'm going to die. I realize these will be the last words I ever say to him, "Maxim…I love you" I wheeze out through a bloody cough.

Horvath studies me for a moment, "I just…pity you" he says and then his grip tightens. I hear my neck break before I die.

No more waiting. Read on guys, the end is here.