Merlin crashed on his bed. He didn't know how he made it all the way to Camelot. Not too long afterwards he fell into a deep sleep.
"Merlin…"
"Who is there?"
A woman's figure was silhouetted in the fog.
"Hello?"
"It is wonderful to see you again Merlin."
It was Freya. They embraced, then Merlin pulled away, ashamed.
"About Morgana, I will always love you,… but… I…" he faltered.
"Merlin, I want you to be happy. I will always love you. But you must move on. Your love saved her, it was meant to be."
Merlin said nothing. Freya tilted his chin up.
"Goodbye Merlin. I will always love you and will always be with you."
"Freya? Freya!"
Merlin awoke with a start, sweating. It was a dream. Or was it? Either way, she was right. He needed to move on, and he would always, some small part of him anyways, love her too.
