Hello!

Thank you so much for your reviews. I was a bit disappointed after having seen the end of Merlin. I expected at least a redemption for Morgana: after all, even in the Arthurian legends, she had it. Furthermore, I don't think it was worth it. I mean, all this time people were saying that Merlin has a great destiny, that he must protect Arthur, the Once and Future King and help him to unite Albion. And now what? Gwayne dies, Arthur dies and Merlin kills Morgana, saying without any pitch that he always blamed himself for what she has become. What the hell?! But enough time for complaining. I hope you will enjoy this chapter.

Yours,

Killy Lily

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Chapter 1

The moon shined bright that night and the stars sparkled joyfully like diamonds across the darkness. The mist covered everything, seeming to fill the landscape with some kind of faery. But still, he could see her smiling at him, as the boat moved forward. She changed, he noticed. Her hair was bright and wavy, as it was when she was only Uther's ward.

He waited till she came. A long time. And now she was here, just like some mirage in front of him. She left the boat, lifting slightly her long dress. White as if the snow which was missing this December just covered her instead of falling on the earth, he thought. He sighted. The times had passed, leaving him with some kind of poetry that he found absolutely improper. Time was up for removing some graves, not for some stupid verses. She moved toward him, then stopped, undecided. He caught her looking at him curiously and smirked. She wasn't used to the beard.

Then, the question came around, giving him hell. He looked away, on the right, then on the left. Nothing but her sharp green eyes looking at him intensely, as she was expecting him to notice something. The wind was too quiet. He asked, having a lump in his throat.

"Where is Arthur?"

She blinked, bewildered. He frowned, feeling anger trying to overcome him entirely. No more waiting in the dark, he saw it, it was crystal clear. He was again fooled by the witch. Fooled by her white dress, fooled by her innocent-looking face. Well, not for too long. His eyes turned gold. He reappeared, face to face to her, grabbing her neck with his right hand.

"HOW dare you... witch..." he growled as their eyes met.

He could feel her breath on his face, cold as ice. Her eyes were challenging him, she smirked.

"I guess old reflexes can't just die out." She said teasingly.

As they were leaning to each other, thunders resounded, like some noise of broken glasses. Their heads turned toward it. The sky was disturbed by silver linings and suddenly, something overshadowed the moon. Something really, really big...

Merlin looked at Morgana. She was smiling softly. Her lips moved a bit, as if she was saying something. Her eyes sparkled with joy and tenderness, whereas she was gazing at the thing. Then, he understood.

"Aithusa..." He whispered.

The dragon glided one moment, so that the warlock could see who was riding it. Arthur. Grinning like some comic hero having saved the world once again, he was holding his sword high and the moonlight was reflected on the silver of his armor. He looked more like a prat than ever.

"Hey you old man." He said. "Stay away from my sister, would you?"

Merlin frowned. Then smiled. He removed slowly his hand from Morgana's neck and began to move his hands in an awkward way, as if he was seeking out some invisible person. Arthur looked suspiciously to the strange individual and caught hold on Aithusa's scale. The warlock screamed: "ábíete" and the royal prat fell, despite all his doings, in the water. Still, he was holding on, handing his sword towards him, even if the water hindered his legs. He faced him, looking pitifully with his hair stuck on his crane. Merlin smirked and whispered: "oþ hwám ic i wæs"and become again the Merlin everybody knew. And at the moment when Arthur succeeded in holding his head high, he screamed:

"BOO"

Arthur fell backwards, dumbfounded. Merlin laughed out loud, Morgana rolled her eyes. The Once and Future King got up again, caught the warlock by the neck and ruffled his hair angrily.

"That. Was. Not. Funny!" He said.

"Sure it was!" Merlin laughed. " What's with that entrance?"

Arthur thrust out his chest, his left arm still around Merlin's neck.

" Every king must have a thunderous entrance when he returns." He said royally.

Morgana couldn't believe it. A so great destiny left on brats' hands... What a waste, she thought. But then she smiled softly and hugged Aithusa's head, who closed her eyes with pleasure. Maybe this was why that could work.

Finally, Arthur let go of Merlin, deciding to explore the place. The "young" warlock turned towards Morgana, still with that goofy smile of his. She smirked.

"I guess someone has to apologize." She said teasingly.

"I guess so." He replied. "But there is something that bothers me... Does he know that he's not king anymore?"

She blinked. " Well..."

He frowned. "Morgana?"

Arthur popped out of nowhere.

"Merlin!" he said. "Where is my horse? The kingdom is waiting for its king to return, you know."

Morgana and Merlin sighted in synchronicity. Finally, that day would be longer than expected.

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Sitting on the roof of Merlin's house, Morgana was gazing at the stars peacefully. That reminded her of her sister. Each night before she died, she used to look at the sky, studying everyone of them. Then, she would tell her everything she had noticed. The young woman would rest his head on Morgause's laps and hear what her sister would have noticed. And always, Morgause would end up telling this: "Look at it. These are your destiny, and mine. Great things will be done, sister. We just have to make things come."

She chuckled. What a folly, she thought. That never worked, and looking at the stars was just a pretext to do the same mistake again and again, blinded by hatred.

"Are you alright?"

She startled. She hadn't notice that Merlin joined her. His eyes were sharp, she looked away.

"I am... just a bit tired, I guess. How is Arthur?"

"He took it easy, I think." He grinned. "He took my bed at least."

Then he added, uneasy:

"I saw you made up with him..."

" Well, after having tried virtually to kill me a hundred of times during two centuries, the only thing he got was to be tired to death." She smiled. "So, there wasn't any other way."

He chuckled: "Well, at last, thank you."

Morgana turned toward him, a serious look in her face. He startled. The moon was reflected in her eyes.

"You know," she added. " I made mistakes. All I can do is to repair them when I have the opportunity. There is no need to thank me."

"Time is up for forgiveness. If Arthur did, the others would."

She shook her head disbelievingly, mumbling "Everyone hated me. Even you did". He attempted to touch her shoulder in order to console her, then put his hand back to his lap, frustrated.

" I couldn't" he said finally, uneasy.

She turned towards him and smirked.

" Then you're a good actor. I guess you were born with it too."

Then she left without any glance backward. Merlin ducked his head and stared at the stars. They had a long way to do. The stars would not be as bright as they were that night, he thought.