AN- Penultimate chapter here. This is the first chapter I've not written all at once, so I do apoligise if the flow is not quite right. Big confrontation time now as well as a magic reveal to Morgana. I noticed that she has very little control over her magic compared to Merlin, even now. I'm very sorry but in an earlier chapter I lost the main plotline, therefore, to save this story, I had to make Merlin die, as I didn't know what else to do. This chapter is a lot longer, and near the end the paragraphs get longer as well. Thanks to my lovely reveiwers/alerts you guys are awsomely awesome.

I don't own Merlin. At all. Unfortunately.

WARNING- MAIN CHARACTER DEATH AHEAD!

He spoke.

"Morgana"

The woman in question wipped around, startled. After attempting what appeared to be a respectable evil pose, she broke down into tears and sat on the bed.

"Morgana?" He repeated himself.

"Please, just... go away." She stood, trembling.

"I-I can't do that, what were you doing in Camelot?"

In my room... He thought about adding.

"I can't- just..." She was clearly confused. "Is it possible to love someone you hate?" The words stuck in her throat, and a wave of nausea swept through her.

"I don't know." His words were quiet. Barely audiable. But she knew what they were.

"I need you to do somthing for me... please...I-I need you to-" She broke off and took a deep breath. "I need you to do something, say something that will make me leave you alone. Hate you." Seeing the distress in his eyes, she continued, "Please. It's for you. See? For Arthur. He wouldn't understand. For Gwen. She'd be devastated in having to chose whether to believe you or him. For me." She took a breath.

Merlin thought. As much as he hated it, he had to. He could tell her, show her that, but-. No. How could he even think about telling her the one secret he guarded with his life.

He thought.

But it always came back to the same thing.

The thing that would anger her the most.

That he could have helped her.

Stopped this.

"Morgana. I'm sorry" he closed his eyes, unwanting to see her face.

"Fromum feohgiftum on fæder bearme. Fromum feohgiftum."

A blue silvery orb apeared in the young mans hand, floating slightly in the air. He didn't dare look.

"Merlin"

He peered at the witch. A range of emotions passed through her face. First confusion. Then bewilderment. After came shock. She then appeared to be fighting the urge to cry. To break into a million peices. Then...

Rage.

He didn't blame her. He couldn't. It was his fault she was living in a lump of mud, despised by everyone she had ever known. His fault. He just wished he had told her. Because although he knew why there were flames in her eyes, he wished there weren't.

"Why. No don't answer that, I know why. It's because you, Merlin, are a coward. A lying, nasty, poisoning coward. Well you got one thing right. I do hate you now, and I shall never forgive you for this. Not helping me when you knew better than anyone what I was going through!" She was angry. Furious. Not even that. There were no words to describe what emotions were passing through her face and words.

"Mor-" Merlin was cut off. Gaius had said, that somtimes, when a powerful witch or warlock's emotions got out of control, their magic bursts out of control, reflecting their mood. Of course needless to say, that was happening now.

A magical whirlwind swept around. It seemed that Morgana didn't even know what she was doing. She carried on yelling, eyes clamped tightly shut.

"HOW COULD YOU! W-WE WERE FRIENDS. AND I WAS SCARED. YOU COULD HAVE HELPED. AND YOU JUST LEFT ME TO ROT!"

"MORGANA, STOP!"

As she stopped shouting, her magic did too, and all the items that had been swept up crashed to the ground. She looked up through tear-stained eyes.

"Go. Go and I will not forget this. I will never forget, and never forgive. Here is your warning." Morgana spoke, and Merlin was momentarily reminded of a few years back, when Mordred said the exact same words to him. However, as Morgana spoke, a sphere of energy, fire, wind and odd bits of things in the room began to form. It was powerful, but uncontrollable.

He saw Morgana's horrified look, as she discovered that she couldn't control it. Then the sphere rushed towards him.

And it all stopped.

As did his breath.

There you go! Please reveiw!