Alright, you asked this. I got some of this story's idea from TheSaga's modern reincarnation story Confidence, where she hinted that Merlin killed Morgana and that there was a daughter. So I got permission to use that and now this is kind of prologue to that. If I just can make her do some more to that story…

And then there was some review what went really close to my own though so I though that why not to write one more chap.

But it's really short.

Still I hope that you enjoy.

Mer.

"You really were my doom, Merlin," Morgana sighed.

Merlin held her tightly in his arms.

He didn't know what to say.

He had saved Arthur's life, but he had just killed Morgana.

As much as he would like to, he couldn't save her anymore.

"Merlin, our daughter…"

"What about her?"

"Is she safe?"

For the first time that day, Merlin smiled.

"She is safe. Gwen will look after her."

Morgana sighed.

"It was my only regret. That I hid her from you. But now she is safe, safe with you. And I'm sorry, your son…"

"He is there, waiting for me with his mother." Merlin looked over at the lake.

The Lake of Avalon.

"Freya…" Morgana couldn't hide her bitterness, but then her eyes glowed.

"What do you see?" Merlin asked.

"Your life, Merlin, is going to be long. Long and hard."

"Nothing new, really." Merlin murmured and Morgana grinned.

She lifted her hand to touch Merlin's cheek. Merlin's short beard had begun to go gray.

"Merlin, when the time comes, we will be there again. You, me, Arthur, Gwen, Lancelot. But we have to learn first. And you Merlin, are our guardian. You will stay and watch over and over again how we live and die until the time of the new Albion comes."

Merlin squeezed her hand.

"Are you sure?"

"Are you questioning my vision?"

"No. No I'm not." Merlin shook his head.

"Then, believe me. But beware your own actions. We won't remember before the time is right. There is… still… so much to learn."

Morgana's voice was only a whisper now and the gold light disappeared from her eyes. Merlin felt her relax. They both silent.

There were no tears of sorrow.

No regrets.

Only wistful longing for what could have been if all had gone otherwise.

"Merlin?"

"Yes?"

"Are you there… with me?"