"Soon it will all be over, buried with our past

We used to play outside when we were young
and full of life and full of love."

Morgana and Merlin were standing face to face in the center of Camelot. Dead bodies were scattered around them and Morgause was likely murdering Uther as surely as they breathed air. She was holding a sword to his throat with tears streaking the make-up on her eyes. Merlin didn't cry with her, he knew he made a decision necessary for the good of Camelot.

"Promise it will be quick, Morgana." He demanded at the obviousness of his death. It had been four years since they first began falling in love. The damage time left on their romance was evident but the passion never dissipated. There was fire between them still even though she aimed to kill him that evening.

"Do you remember how happy we were before, Merlin? It didn't matter that it was a secret because it meant so much to us. It kills me that we cannot be on the same side." Morgana tried to keep her voice down even though it would fall on deaf ears, very literally since corpses were their only audience. Merlin stepped into the sword.

"And I would rather die than see you continue on this way. This is not the Morgana I knew then. She is merely a memory from the past." Morgana slashed Merlin in the collar bone and then across the shines. Blood began to soak his clothes and the light reflected on the fresh liquid. Immediately she dropped the weapon and healed his wounds. She came over and kissed his neck to his cheek.

"Someday this will be a part of our past, Merlin. I only hope that you'll be there waiting for me." Merlin had to hold back the tears, she could tell. He wanted to be there waiting as much as she wanted him to be there. Whether or not this was a possibility was too unpredictable. A light was cast from the watchtower which was the signal Merlin had been waiting for, apparently. He kissed Morgana quickly before running away from her. She couldn't follow him, her heart begged her not to see where it was he ran. He would be the hero as he was always meant to be. Morgana knew that she would have to create an alternative, a diversion, to explain why it was she arrived so close to Merlin. She started checking the bodies for survivors before moving on to set various homes on fire.

She came across Gwen's home where she sheltered several young children and some adults who managed to escape. Gwen must have seen Morgana because she stepped outside with a weapon in her hands. They did not speak at first. Gwen gave her a stern look of disapproval and Morgana simply glared with jealousy. She had grown close to Arthur and share a forbidden love just as she had; only Gwen was on the same side as her true love. Instead of behaving spitefully Morgana waved her hand over a nearby patch of surviving grass.

"Those petals can mend many of the wounds and burns those people have experienced. They grow naturally near the castle. Do not ever speak a word that I have done this for you." Morgana commanded. The maid had been on her side before, unaware of the evil that she would eventually create. Gwen stepped forward cautiously and checked the flower to confirm they were healing plants.

"I know about Merlin and you. I saw him sneaking out one and I followed him." Gwen explained. She did not look as mad as she had before. However, she did not put the weapon down to pull up the flowers. She knew the threat that Morgana posed. Gwen was just as loyal to the people of Camelot as Merlin and Arthur, and if she ever were Queen she'd be a great one.

"Merlin and I are no more, Gwen. We made our beds and must continue on without each other. I did this in appreciate for the wonderful man that Merlin has always been. I do not do it for myself." Morgana proclaimed. She did what Merlin would have expected her to do before she changed, what he would have done himself if he had magic.

"A love like yours will never die, Lady Morgana. He'll always be there for you. Until the very day that he dies!" Morgana was already headed to the main halls of the castle where a battle ensued without her. Morgause would likely need her help now, not to imply she was incapable, but it always seemed that Merlin was Arthur's good luck charm. When he was there Arthur seemed invincible. Morgana knew the feeling all too well.