Yay! Last chapter! It's a bit short, but thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry for not updating... :( Anyways, I've got some new fics up now, so it would be great if you checked them out, though you don't have to.
Disclaimer: I think it's fairly obvious, but I don't own Merlin.
Arthur bit his lip, he would not break. He couldn't. The young King walked up to the pyre and spoke his few words, though he didn't know what he was saying. Nor did anyone else, his voice was barely above a whisper.
Gwen was there.
Gaius was there.
The Knights were there.
Everybody was there.
Everybody.
But they didn't notice someone else there. Hiding. Morgana watched as the funeral taking place with tears in her eyes.
After that incident, she run into the forest, not knowing where she was going. When she came across Arthur and his Knights who were looking for Merlin, she'd carried on running. Arthur, Leon, and Percival had followed her, whilst Gwaine and Elyan followed her trail to her hovel, there they had found him.
Morgana didn't mind them taking him. A heroes funeral was what he deserved, more than anyone.
She walked away as the pyre was lit.
And in the sky, two dragons flew over the city in respect for the last dragon lord,
Though no one thought anything of it.
Sorry if that last bit made no sense to you... any way! Please review! Even if you hated it then tell me! Please! XD