Merlin could feel his health improving. He felt the wound become less and less painful and he woke up with only minor head aches when they used to be full blown out migraines. Merlin still felt awful, though. He still remembered, and that was enough even without the pain and the head aches.

He remembered everything, and his dreams refused to let him forget them.

He remembered tiny things from when he was small to huge battles with Arthur. From arguments with his mother and Gaius, to one on one combat with his enemies.

But every time he woke up in his bed after a nightmare, Arthur would always be there, on the old wooden chair next to his bed. He'd always ask him first if he wanted to talk about it, if Merlin said no, then he'd leave it, if Merlin said yes and started talking, he'd listen quietly, occasionally nodding his head and asking a question. And Merlin appreciated the company very much and he did of course respect Gaius' care when he was able to sit with him, in all, he felt well looked after.

At first he was annoyed when he discovered that Arthur wasn't going to leave because Merlin wouldn't get a chance to explain what happened to Gaius, that was, if he could stay up long enough in the first place, but over time, Merlin had grown to like Arthur being with him. It showed he cared, it also meant that Merlin never felt alone and he knew that Arthur would speak to him and joke with him and help him if he asked for it.

Arthur was asleep at that moment, and Merlin was barely awake. But then, he realised somethings that he should truly be thankful for.

1. The Dragon had saved him.

2. The voices had stopped.

The Dragon had saved him. Merlin still couldn't believe it. Kilgarrah had always seamed to Merlin to be an advise giver (and maybe a bit of a horse in some respects). He'd never thought of him to be a savior.

Merlin decided then that he would definitley have to speak with him, and soon.

The voices had stopped. Merlin and Kilgarrah had cured Merlin of one of the worst things Merlin had experienced! They'd done it! Merlin could live in peace. It had seamed like so long since Merlin had had a normal day. A day where he didn't have to beg them to keep away. A day where his energy had been cruelly stollen from him at leats twice. And now Merlin wouldn't have to fear sleeping, for they had gone. And that had been the last kindness Morgana had done for him. The Witches Last Good Deed. And Merlin knew he'd be eternally grateful to her.

Merlin would have to try to make contact with Morgana. He had to thank her. He had to (eventually) tell her his secret. He had to tell her of the wonderful world that Arthur was creating. Because he'd heard her last thoughts. He'd heard her wonder about herself. He'd heard her cry. And he'd never forget that she was his friend, and she always will be to Merlin, even though she was 'evil'.

Mogana was not evil in Merlin's eyes. She never meant for these things to happen. She'd been such a lovely, caring person untill Morgause currupted her. But Merlin didn't blame Morgause either, and he hoped that she was happy wherever she was. He cared for everyone of his friends and enemies. He hoped they got what they desserved (in a good way) and he hoped that everyone of them had a special place in Avalon, and one day, he'd join them. But not yet. Right now, he was very much alive, and glad to be, but he did not fear death, because he knew that he would be reunited with all of the people he cared the most about and missed.

"You look like you're thinking hard, Merlin." Came Arthur's voice.

"Hmm..." Merlin hummed.

"What about?"

"Nothing much."

"Well, whatever's keeping you up must be interesting."

"I'm dreaming."

"But you're awake..."

"I'm imagining then."

"Okay, imagining what?"

"Avalon."

"You're not going to die, Merlin. Gaius and I know you're recovering and you know it aswell, so stop worrying and go to sleep. I can see you're tired."

"I'm only thinking! I know I'm not going to die..." Merlin lay in a more comfortable position, a sleeping position. "But just..." Merlin was quite tired. "Imagine it..." Merlin fell asleep, leaving Arthur with very similar thoughts to Merlin. And soon, Arthur wasn't afraid either. Death, was welcome when destiny desided it was time.