AN: Thanks for reading and please review. I wish I owned Merlin but I'm not the BBC.

Gaius' POV

When Merlin came hurtling through my door with tear tracks staining her face I felt my stomach drop and I couldn't help but grab her and shake her. "What have you done? Whose life did you sacrifice?"

The look in her eyes was one I'd never seen before but there was also a steely undertone of determination. I knew whatever she was dong she was not going to back down no matter what I said but that didn't mean I wouldn't try. "It's not your destiny to die now Merlin!"

"I know." She replied quietly, averting her eyes from mine, the boyish face disguise was paler than normal but I knew she was telling the truth. She hadn't sacrificed her own life... "The person who met there sacrificed their own life for Arthur's so that Albion can happen."

I heard her not so subtly avoid giving any clues as to who this person is but I decided to let this drop for the moment and pulled away from the evidently distressed girl. "Well then, let's take this to Arthur before it's too late." With that I followed her running swiftly out of the room, her desperation and grief were palpable but there was a sort of determined hope underneath it all which gave me hope as well for the young prince.

Nimueh's POV

I felt the water from the cup touch his lips as if they were my own, I gasped one more breath into my empty lungs and then felt myself sink into darkness.

Everything was white, so much so that it was almost blinding. I looked around lost and unsure until I felt a tiny hand grasp my own. It had been many years since I'd seen that face but I would never forget the curly straw blond hair and the piercing blue eyes that are so like mine. He pulled me gently to say that I should follow and I did. But I glanced once more into my basin at Camelot and saw Merlin grinning wildly at the now conscious prince. I wonder when he'll realise she's a girl? I mused as I allowed myself to be led into the afterlife by my son.

Arthur's POV

Merlin seemed unreasonably happy at me being alive and looked close to hugging me. In fact I think the only reason he refrained was the fact my father was in the room and he probably wouldn't be happy if I was friends with a peasant. Not that I was and Merlin is having ideas way beyond his station to even think about hugging me and he'd been weirdly nicer to me since the business with the unicorn. Maybe I should give him more chores...

Just as I was contemplating what truly horrendous chores I could give the big eared idiot, another servant arrived from my father calling me to the throne room. This was the big celebration which was to celebrate me still being among the living and I couldn't help thinking that they'd gone a bit over board. They'd even called Merlin away to help with the preparations which was a relief because I really didn't want an emotional conversation with him but still annoying that I didn't have him around to boss and banter with.

Reluctantly I walked with this servant (Morris...?) to the throne room and through the thick heavy door I could hear my father commend Gaius for saving me and then the doors were dramatically thrown open to reveal me. I barely restrained an eye roll (which I'm sure is a habit I've picked up from Merlin) and walked with as much dignity and pride as I could muster into a walk. From Merlin's amused looks at my antics I could tell he found my walk funny and he was whispering to Morgana's maid (Gwinn...?). The scowl I was barely restraining caused Merlin to laugh a bit more with his little girlfriend. Well I'd get my own back later when I brought up that serving girl, Merlin had an odd aversion about talking about his romantic life. Although I strongly believe this is because he hasn't got one but from the look that maid was giving him I think he may be about to. I was cut off from my musings when I finally reached my father, he clasped me on the shoulder in a way to say well done for not dying. Part of me felt that Gaius should be getting all the credit here but a larger part of me was just happy that my father was pleased with me for once!

I admit that I tuned out most of the rest of my father's speech and decided instead to look among those in the hall all looking at my father with unwavering concentration but then I felt a gust of wind ruffle my hair and I turned to the door and saw a hooded figure standing still in the doorway.

Even without the freak gust of wind it was obvious this person had magic from their stance and the eerie glow that seemed to radiate form them. I reached for my sword but realised I hadn't attached into my belt, I cursed under my breath and touched my father's shoulder and pointed at the mysterious figure.

My father stopped and froze. Everybody turned to see what had caught his eye and the figure stopped moving. Then slowly lifted her hood to reveal a beautiful woman hidden underneath and she stared coldly at the King who reeled back in shock. "Ambrosia...?!"

Ambrosia's POV

When I felt it return I felt whole again. I felt it swell inside of me and over take me after twenty years of being trapped within my body and objects began swirling around me wildly and I felt a mad burst of energy as I stood and headed to the one place that I needed to go: Camelot.

The journey was a simple click of the fingers and a few muttered words and I found myself standing outside the familiar massive doors that led into the throne room. With a few more words and a gust of wind more magic exploded out of me and blew open the doors in a melodramatic way and I couldn't help stifle grin as I kept my head down and headed towards the king. Only the younger Pendragon noticed me and I saw him move for his sword only to find it wasn't there. Then he got Uthur's attention and I felt the King's eyes land on me and in one swift movement I took off the hood to reveal my face.

His shock was obvious and I saw Gaius look equally surprised at my appearance but it was the King who choked out my name. "Ambrosia...?!" I rejoiced in hearing my name again after all this time and this time I made no attempt to hide my grin.

"Yes, Uthur, I'm back and I'm here to tell the truth."

Uthur's POV

I fell back against my throne and was unsure how to get up again. This woman who stood before the court grinning was supposed to be dead or at least as good as. Anger welled up inside of me and I called harshly for the guards.

"Don't bother, Uthur." She had the cheek to roll her eyes at her king. "Your guards could never take me even if I didn't use my magic."

I knew she was right and I put a hand out to halt the guards, then I scowled at her. "You're supposed to be dead."

Arthur was looking between me and the witch with confusion written all over his face at me not immediately arresting this woman who was so clearly magical. But he didn't understand this was Ambrosia. We had a history.

"I was as good as, old friend."

"Why now?" I spat. "Why here on a day of celebration?"

"Because," she replied with something akin to sorrow in her voice. "the witch Nimueh is dead and I am free."

"Nimueh? Dead?!" The whole court we're shocked and confused by this whole interaction but I didn't care anymore; I had to know.

"Yes but not by my hand."

Before she could go any further another voice gasped in shock. "Mum?!" I turned to see Arthur's useless servant (Marlin...?) stare at Ambrosia in shock, horror and oddly anger.