So here it is- the final instalment of this particular story. Thank you guys sooooooooooo much for all of the reviews (especially those who have done so every chapter- you know who you are :D). I enjoyed reading every single one of them. And thanks too to the people who alerted this story and/or added it as a favourite. I always worried about showing people my writing, but you lot are just too awesome to resist- thank you so much for the support :D

And so, without further ado, here comes the epilogue. It's short, but it doess what I want it to, so what more can I say? Hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. Still. How depressing :(

Epilogue

Morgana sat in her new chambers, thinking back over what she had learnt over the course of the past day. Both she and Morgause had been shocked when, just as they were about to set out for Camelot, Alvarr had appeared, ranting about how a boy- one he remembered to be the servant to the Prince- had thwarted their attempt to take over the city. Apparently, he had somehow managed to manipulate the flow of magical power, guiding it away from it's intended course- something none but the strongest of sorcerers should be capable of.

At first, Morgana had refused to accept it, and Morgause was just as disbelieving. After all, the servant to the Prince was Merlin. There was, they thought, no way that Merlin was a sorcerer, let alone one with any power.

But Morgause had spent the night preparing regardless, and that morning the two sisters had once again watched the images shown to them by the seeing crystals. When Merlin had first appeared in them, being guided across the castle courtyard towards a Pyre, Morgana had been unable to control the overwhelming shock which burst through her body.

So Merlin was a sorcerer.

It was, to the young seeress, the final betrayal. Any lingering doubts she had had about her past friendship for the boy vanished in that instant. She had trusted him with the knowledge of her magic. Had trusted him more than she trusted even Gwen at times. And yet, he obviously had not seen her in the same way. He had not believed in her enough to confide in her that he himself had shouldered a similar burden. He had turned his back on her when she needed him most, hiding behind concern for his own welfare. And then he had tried to kill her.

And if she couldn't trust Merlin- if the friendship they had shared was simply a lie all along- then she couldn't trust any of them. For surely, they would all betray her.

For a moment, she had thought that it would still be alright. Merlin was going to die. But Arthur had apparently known about him, and kept his secret. Maybe there was still hope for her for a future in Camelot, with Arthur as King. But then she realised that, if Arthur had known about Merlin's magic, then he probably knew about her involvement in Morgause's attack on Camelot. He would hate her. They would all hate her.

All but her sister.

Feeling this certainty sink into her being, she had continued watching, a part of her she had not previously known existed yearning to witness the moment of Merlin's death. The moment the betrayer was wiped from the face of the earth. She would watch the agony he felt in his final moments, and she would relish it.

But the image faded too soon, Morgause's hold over the Crystals slipping just as the torch's flames began to eat away at the Pyre. Morgana had almost screamed in frustration, but had remembered just in time that her sister had warned her about the crystals' unpredictable behaviour. Besides, the Pyre had been lit. There was no way Merlin would be able to escape. He was, she was certain, dying at that very moment. She was free of him.

The thought sent a satisfied shiver through her body as she recalled it once more. Merlin was dead. And as she sat in her chambers, she considered returning to Camelot. There would be no more bad memories now, she was sure of it- they would all have been burned away.

But there was no way she could return. From what she had seen, Merlin had protected the city from almost certain destruction, and had possibly done the same thing many times in the past, and yet Uther still ordered his execution. If he found it so easy to kill someone who had done so much for him, then the tyrant wouldn't think twice about burning her if her own secret was let out.

No, if she wanted to return- if she wanted to live with the freedom to use her magic however and whenever she wanted- then she would have to take charge. With her sister at her side, the two of them would work together to end Uther's reign, and to prevent Arthur's rise to the throne. They would bring the kingdom the people knew it to it's knees.

And this time, there would be no Merlin to stop them.

Alright, so to sum it all up, Everyone now knows about Merlin's magic. Uther tried to get him killed. Failed dismally (of course). His magic went wild, and he's now locked up in the deepest, most heavily guarded, dungeon in all of Camelot with no hope of being released any time soon. And now Morgana's decided to become every bit as evil as she was in the third series. But, she thinks that Merlin is dead. So... What will her plan be? I'm not telling. At least not until the next story. Then you'll just have to find out for yourselves *Sinister grin*