Epilogue:
Hundreds of years later.
On the shore of lonely lake, a woman – who appeared to be in her mid-twenties – stood, waiting for something. Her eyes were closed as the sun peeked over the mountain tops, giving light to the world. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes, gold with magic. It was time.
The girl, not minding her jeans getting wet, walked into the Lake of Avalon. She waited…
"Merlin!" cried a voice, and she turned. A smile, the Merlin smile broke out across her face. Struggling with his wet armor, Arthur Pendragon rose from the lake. He charged at her like a rampaging bull, smiling like a lovesick puppy. Merlin ran at him, and they met with a bone-crushing hug.
"Arthur, air!" the very-squished warlock choked out. The king loosened his grip and held her at arm's length.
"What happened?" he asked, looking her up and down. "One moment I'm bleeding out, then I see a light and the next thing I know, I'm rising out of a lake to find you." He paused for a moment. "What are you wearing?"
Merlin smiled. "I'm wearing clothes. Arthur, it's 2013. A lot of things have changed."
His eyes got wide. "2013? What the hell?! Was I-? Did you-?" He remembered Mordred's last words to him. Emrys means immortal! Merlin will have to watch us all die and live forever, waiting for us to return.
Her smile faltered. "You did….die. So did everyone else, eventually. And I had to watch it, unable to do something." Tears reached her eyes. "Even Amby."
Arthur pulled her in for another tight hug. They almost didn't hear a splashing sound from behind them.
"A little help!" cried a child's voice. They broke apart and turned. Merlin nearly fainted.
Struggling to stand, was a boy about thirteen, armor on and sword at his side. His eyes flashed gold for a moment and they disappeared, freeing him of the water's drag. When he stood, he resembled Arthur greatly.
"Ambrose!"
The boy ran at them, where he was met with a three person hug. "Amby," Merlin said gripping him. "My baby."
"Mom!" he said. "Clotpole! What the hell? Why am I thirteen again? Last thing I remember was falling on the battlefield. Wait, Clotpole, aren't you dead?"
Merlin hugged them both again. "Amby, he was….dead. Y-you were too. But you're back. You're back!"
There was another splash. Turning, they saw not one, but two figures stand up. They were hand in hand, smiling at each other with love. It was Sir Drinks-A-Lot and Miss Sexy Sorceress.
Merlin was shocked. "Is everyone rising up?"
"Almost," Morgana smiled as they got nearer. It was a while before they heard another splash.
"Emrys!" was a cry heard before Merlin was thrown to the ground by a blur of something. Arms wrapped around her.
"Mordred!" She quickly hugged him back. When they stood the druid looked at Amby with a curious expression.
"Amby? What the hell? You've grown!"
"Yeah, people do that Mordy," said the young blonde, with a smile. "Actually, when I died in battle, I think I was in my forties. Somehow, I'm thirteen again." Amby's face then turned horrified. "I have to go through puberty again?!"
Gwaine laughed. "C'mon, it won't be too bad."
"You don't know what-" Amby started, but stopped, looking stricken. His mother pulled him in for another hug.
"It looks like destiny wanted to give us a second chance," said Morgana, nobody really noticing they were still in the lake. "But what's our fate this time?"
"It's not like we followed it the first time," said Mordred, remembering how he was supposed to have hated Merlin and have been Arthur's bane. Hell, if they listened to destiny the first time, Amby wouldn't even have existed. "Should we follow fate?"
Merlin looked around at all her recently risen loved ones. She had missed them all. "Know what?" said Merlin, with a mischievous smile. "Screw destiny."
END.
OMG, it's the end. How many of you hated me for killing Gwaine and Mordred? Uh-huh, raise your hands. Well, hate me no longer! They're back!
Now, I would like to thank Meegan, Tholey, Lady Blade WarAngel, and Luka Knight for reviewing the last chapter. Invisiblity cloaks for you!
A/N: Okay, this thing right here is just an author's note for the whole story, which you really don't have to read. It's not connected to the one above. So here it is.
First, I would like to thank everyone and anyone who just stuck with this story to the end. Really, this was going to be like five chapters long with no real plot and Merthur happening way to fast. Without all the readers, reviewers, favoriters, and followers, Merlin's a Girl would just be one of those stories you tried to avoid. So, for that, I thank you all.
And guess what I haven't done throughout this whole story? A disclaimer. So...
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.
Okay, got that off my chest.
Well, it's been fun.
Good-bye. :D