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.