Amelia's POV
Amelia pulls Anne over to the fireplace in her Chambers where she wraps multiple blankets around her and begins to make a fire to keep the maid warm. Amelia shakes with panic as she hurriedly sets about doing her tasks, worrying about the well-being of Anne, her baby and Anne's premonition.
Anne soon calms and eventually stops shaking. Amelia crouches by her and grips her hand. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see the beginning of sunrise touching the hills and trees through her window.
"Anne…" Amelia calls hesitantly, "we mustn't worry." Amelia feels guilty as unlike Gwen and Anne, she doesn't have to worry about Percival as, other than the Dorocha going for him, he's not going to be sacrificing himself.
"But something terrible has happened to Merlin." Anne murmurs, forehead furrowed as she gazes into the fire.
"Does it feel like he's died?" Amelia asks. "You must know, just like I did with Morgause, if you've lost him."
"N-no, I-I do not feel that," Anne stutters, finally tearing her eyes away from the fire to Amelia, "but what if it will happen, what if it's soon?"
"You mean his intention to sacrifice himself for Arthur?" Amelia states rather than asks but Anne nods anyway. "Let's focus on the now, Merlin is alive and we need to have you checked over with Gaius just in case."
Anne nods. When they go to Gaius, the Physician is obviously concerned but reassures them that Anne and the baby are well.
—
Anne's POV
To distract herself from the worry about Merlin, Anne throws herself into caring for the victims of the Dorocha that litter Camelot's streets.
She covers the face of another victim on a litter a couple of Guards carry. She waves them off as Gwen approaches her.
"Is there really nothing to be done?" She asks.
Anne sighs and shakes her head. "There is no cure, Gwen. The Dorocha's touch spells death." The two of them walk up the street of the Lower Town.
"It's pointless." Gwen utters.
"You mustn't lose hope. We must trust Arthur and Merlin, they won't let us down." Anne declares strongly despite not feeling it.
"Arthur's not going to return, is he?" Gwen says. "The way he said goodbye, I knew…" She bites her lip as if to contain any tears threatening to spill.
Anne pauses in her walking and looks at her sorrowfully. "I felt that way with Merlin. The way he kissed me when he said his goodbyes…"
"How do you keep yourself sane?" Gwen wonders.
Anne smiles sadly and reaches forward to grip the maid's hand. "I don't, I just pray they'll find another way and if that doesn't work, distract myself."
Gwen nods understandingly as they begin to walk again before a small but weak teasing smile appears on her face. "Merlin must return so that you can tell him about the baby."
Anne's head whips around. "How do you know?!"
"It's your behaviour during the past few weeks." Gwen explains. "You have been throwing up so much, suddenly switching from wine to water, and I can't remember the last time you complained about the pain of your monthly."
Anne groans. "Gaius was only meant to know because he checked. Merlin was meant to be the first to find after, but no, you and Amelia had to work it out yourselves!"
Gwen giggles and Anne is glad they've found a light hearted moment among the gloom.
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Amelia's POV
Amelia is in her Chambers at her desk, working on supplies, when she hears screaming from outside. She frowns and rushes over to a window near her Chambers that has a view of the front of the Castle to see the gates being closed by the Guards while people are trying to get through! Her eyes narrow, that had not been her instructions.
"Amelia!" Said woman turns to see Gwen and Anne hurrying around the corner.
"The Guards have been ordered to shut the City gates at dusk." Gwen informs Amelia.
"By who?"
"Who else?" Anne retorts, giving her a look.
"Agravaine. Where is he now?"
"In Council." Gwen tells her.
"Oh, is he?" Amelia remarks scathingly. "Well then, I feel rather insulted that they didn't invite the Regent of Camelot."
Anne smirks. "That's putting it lightly."
"Well then." Amelia turns and strides back the way the maids had come, heading for the Main Hall with the two at her heels. The Guards outside it saw them coming and immediately opened the doors for them.
"What do you think you are doing?" Amelia crosses her arms at the Council gathered around Agravaine.
"My Lady." The man simply greets her. If he had referred to her as niece, Amelia thinks she would've throttled him.
"I'd like an answer." Amelia raises her eyebrow, a perfect impression of Gaius' eyebrow of doom. "Now."
Agravaine clears his throat. "I was told that you were busy with Gaius and helping him with his supplies. I did not want to bother you and thought it best to see matters dealt with, without—"
"—without involving the Regent in discussions regarding their Kingdom?" Amelia gives him a look. "Is that what you were about to say?"
Agravaine's smile tenses, seeing the other Council members starting to shift. "Without disturbing you." He corrects.
"What disturbs me, uncle, is that you have given orders to close the City gates." Amelia swiftly replies.
"Yes." Agravaine agrees. "We have limited resources. As much as I would like to, we simply cannot feed and water the entire Kingdom—"
"And how is that your decision to make?" Amelia asks pointedly. "You do not know the resources of Camelot, nor do you know how her people band together in times of danger. As I recall, you haven't been in Camelot in more than 20 years."
"The people have a right to be protected." Gwen suddenly speaks out, agreeing with her. The maid looks uncomfortable when the Councillors look at her in surprise but Amelia gives her a nod of encouragement. "And, if you would recall, that is exactly the order Arthur, the Prince Regent, gave before departing to see this danger dealt with."
"I would be putting Camelot in more danger." Agravaine argues. "Starvation, disease. The gates will remain shut until we are free of the evil that plagues us."
Amelia looks at him intently, silently for a moment. "Do you forget who you are speaking to?" She asks him, her voice dropping to a dangerous note.
"I am forever aware." Agravaine gives her a tense, nearly testy reply back.
Amelia smirks, she thinks of how proud Morgana would've been at this moment but shakes those thoughts away and turns to her irritable uncle. "Good, then you will recall that not only am I a lady of Camelot, but also her Regent. And this," she holds up her hand with its back to him, showing him the ring she wears, "means that while the Crown Prince is away, it is my responsibility to rule and make decisions for the Kingdom while the King is indisposed. That is... unless you have forgotten that you are his uncle, his maternal uncle, and not the Regent."
"I have not forgotten." Agravaine's hands clenched into fists at being put in place like this.
Since this is as good a time as any, Amelia turns to Gwen, encouraging her to speak. Might as well let the Council see who their future Queen is.
"A Kingdom cannot function, cannot prosper, without the peasants who live within it." Gwen adds. "Without their work and wares and support a Kingdom will fall. And we cannot see that happen to Camelot. We cannot turn away any person who comes to our gates for help. We cannot let them suffer. We should help them if it at all possible, and it is possible."
Amelia gives the men a warning look. "And if it is not... we will find a way to make it so. Is that clear?" She shoots a look at Agravaine, daring him to speak up against her, but the man wisely remains silent.
"I have faith in my cousin, that he shall see this evil stopped." Amelia looks at each man before her. "What you need to ask yourselves is if you have faith in your Prince. For if you do not... I see no reason for you to remain on this Council for a Council cannot advise well if it does not trust their ruler. You will forever doubt and question him, and that will make for an unstable Kingdom as well. Think long and hard on this before you dare question your Prince's decisions. What have you to say?" Amelia finishes with a challenging smile on her face.
"Reopen the gates." Geoffrey speaks. Other Council members nod, making it clear this is what all of them are thinking.
Agravaine nods curtly and storms out of the room, most displeased though none seem to care much.
"The Council is dismissed then." She waits till the men trickled out of the room before slumping in relief in the nearest chair. "God…"
Anne immediately begins to cheer and clap. "You two were brilliant! Amelia, remind me to never get on your bad side!"
Amelia chuckles at the display and Gwen fondly shakes her head.
—
Anne's POV
Gaius, Gwen and Anne use cloths to cover bodies that litter the Lower Town the next morning.
"How many did we lose last night?" Gwen wonders as they begin to walk over to another victim lying in a cart.
"Ten, fifteen? I don't know, I lose count." Gaius replies as they place the cloth over the body.
Anne sighs, she strokes her stomach to provide herself and perhaps her unborn child some comfort. "Think of the number that would've been killed if the gates had been locked. It was good thing that Amelia spoke out."
Suddenly they hear the sound of a horse's hooves hitting the ground and Agravaine comes charging past on his horse in the direction of the gates. The trio stare after him in confusion and suspicion.
"Don't you think it's strange at a time like this to be adventuring out alone?" Gwen murmurs.
"Indeed." Gaius murmurs.
—
Agravaine's POV
Agravaine rides through the woods to Morgana's hovel. "My lady?" He calls out as he enters to find Morgana brooding in a chair by the fire.
"What news of the mighty Camelot?" Morgana asks mockingly.
"As we planned." Agravaine reports, taking off his gloves so he can warm them by the fire. "The City's falling to rack and ruin."
"And Arthur?"
"Last we heard, he'd made it past Daelbeth."
Morgana grumbles irritably, "Will we never be rid of him?"
"Patience, my lady. Even if he makes it to the Isle, the outcome will still be the same." Agravaine reassures her.
"Then what brings you here so early?" Agravaine feels uncomfortable as Morgana watches him closely. "Something's wrong."
Agravaine realises he's been caught out. "A minor irritant." He admits, walking to stand behind Morgana. "Amelia. She takes it upon herself to speak out against me."
"My sister is dangerous." Morgana murmurs.
Her words encourage Agravaine to speak, "I fear that she'll soon suspect me, if she hasn't already. Maybe something should be done about her?"
Morgana abruptly stands, she turns and points a dagger at his throat with a glare. "My sister may have fallen down the wrong path, but I will not directly harm her and nor should you!"
Agravaine is alarmed. "There's someone else…" He hurriedly says, fearing his niece's next action.
Morgana relaxes and brings down the dagger. "Who?" She questions as she walks to a table to place the dagger.
"Guinevere. Keeps undermining the authority of those above her despite being just a servant." Agravaine eagerly replies, relieved her anger is no longer on him. "A spirited one, perhaps, but a servant nonetheless."
"No, you're wrong." Morgana spits. "I have dreamt the future and, in it, that servant sits upon my throne." She walks up to him. "I would rather drown in my own blood than see that day."
"Then may I suggest we make sure it never comes."
Morgana grins darkly. "I couldn't agree more. We must make sure she never sees another dawn."
—
Gwen's POV
Gwen finishes tending to Uther. The King has been more alert, questioning where his son is. She doesn't have the heart to tell him, fearing it'll make it all real.
Gwen moves to leave the room and is surprised to see Agravaine leaning on Uther's table, clearly waiting for her.
"Your devotion to the King is most impressive." He comments. Gwen sees a slight hesitation in him as he stands straight. "There is something I would like to discuss. I wish to apologise. Yesterday I feel I let the Prince down. I am grateful that you spoke out."
Gwen looks at him curiously. Shouldn't he be saying this to Amelia? Maybe he'd already talked with her?
Gwen shakes these thoughts off and replies, "I did not mean to be discourteous, my lord. I just did not want the Lady Amelia to not be consulted."
"Well, you weren't. Not in the least." Agravaine smiles but it doesn't give Gwen any comfort, if anything it makes her feel more awkward. "Gwen, if you would permit, I would be grateful to seek your advice. On how to make it up to my niece and to better support her."
Gwen's jaw drops. Her?
"You've known Amelia for many years and understand the people." Agravaine concludes.
"I am not sure I—"
"If nothing else, I know that you will be honest with me." Agravaine persists.
Gwen smiles at the truth of that statement.
"It's not appropriate to talk now. Perhaps... this evening. You could come to my Chambers." Arthur and Amelia's uncle suggests.
Gwen isn't so sure about that. Something about this makes her uncomfortable. She opens her mouth to protest, but Agravaine cuts her off.
"Please, Guinevere, these are dark times. I'm gonna need help if I'm to assist my niece in guiding us through them." He pleads.
"Very well." Gwen relinquishes.
Agravaine smiles. "Thank you."
Gwen smiles back just as Amelia enters from behind Agravaine, who gives his niece a nod and exits.
"Is everything all right?" Amelia asks. She keeps throwing suspicious looks over her shoulder despite Agravaine no longer being there. She must be feeling mistrustful of her uncle since the whole City Gates situation.
"Yes. He wishes to speak with me later. I think he means to seek my council." Gwen replies. This doesn't seem to reassure Amelia. If anything, she looks more suspicious.
Eventually, Amelia seems to relax and nods. Gwen smiles as she exits. She misses Amelia watching her leave with pensive concern.
—
Amelia's POV
Amelia knows that Gwen plans to return to Uther's Chambers later that night after talking with Agravaine. Amelia had been suspicious ever since Gwen had said that her uncle had wanted to talk with her and her suspicions rise when she walks into the Chambers to find Uther asleep on top of the bed sheets and no candles lit.
"Gwen?" Amelia calls but she receives no answer.
Amelia's next stop is Agravaine's Chambers as she knows that's where Gwen last was.
She knocks on the door and Agravaine call, "Enter."
Amelia opens the door and walks in. She finds her uncle has removed his jacket and seems to be settling in for the night.
"Amelia, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
Amelia feels satisfied as she takes in her uncle's irritated expression.
Amelia purses her lips. "Actually, uncle, I was looking for Gwen. I understand you were to speak with her."
"I'm sorry for your wasted journey. She left some time ago. Have you tried the King's Chambers?" Agravaine replies breezily.
Amelia can tell he's lying, something tugs at her gut. "She hasn't been there all evening despite promising me she would be since I was busy this evening. It's most unlike her." She says pointedly.
"She can't have gone far."
Amelia knows she isn't getting anywhere and this is wasting time. "Of course. Forgive me for disturbing you, uncle." She quickly leaves.
She grabs a torch and enters the Lower Town to see if Gwen had made it home safely.
"Gwen?" Amelia calls but receives no answer.
Amelia hears a Dorocha as she approaches Gwen's house causing her to glance around anxiously. She sees something in the distance and walks forward to see it's a frozen faced Guard on the floor. Amelia looks away and sees Gwen lying near the Guard. Amelia rushes towards her in alarm and checks Gwen's face. To Amelia's relief, she's still warm.
Suddenly, the sound of a Dorocha heading straight for them reaches Amelia's ears. She spins around and fends it off with the torch.
—
Amelia hurriedly brings Gwen, with the assistance of some extra Guards admittedly, to Gaius' Chambers where the Physician and Anne wait.
"What happened?!" Anne exclaims in alarm as Amelia and the Guards hurry inside with a still unconscious Gwen.
"I do not know." Amelia admits. "Put her here." She orders the Guards, who put Gwen on the sick bed Amelia points to before leaving.
Gaius walks over to observe. "She seems to have a head wound. How did you find her?"
"She was lying on the floor unconscious in the Lower Town. A couple Guards were lying next to her, they'd been killed by the Dorocha." Amelia explains.
Anne turns to Gaius frantically. "Is she alright?"
"It's a simple surface wound, she'll be fine." He reassures as he begins to treat the wound.
After a few moments, Gwen groans awake. Amelia sighs in relief to see her friend awake.
"What happened?" Gwen mumbles.
"We were hoping you'd tell us that." Amelia replies.
Gwen frowns in thought. "I remember the Guards walking me to my door. And then... nothing."
"Just a surface wound. You were very lucky." Gaius tells her.
"Everyone talks about the coldness, but I don't feel cold at all." Gwen murmurs.
"You weren't attacked by the Dorocha, Gwen." Anne tells her.
"Then what?" Gwen must see the looks of concern on their faces as she pushes with a "What?"
"I fear someone wanted to do you harm." Gaius admits.
"Why?"
"I don't know."
Amelia knows that Morgana would happily put Gwen in harm's way as she perceives the maid to be in the way of her taking the throne. The fact that Gwen just happens to be harmed and for that to happen after Gwen had talked to Agravaine…
"Well, surely if they did, they'd have done a better job." Gwen argues disbelievingly. Amelia doesn't blame her for not wanting to believe someone is out there trying to get her.
"Maybe. But cold-blooded murder is suspicious. Better to leave you to the Dorocha." Gaius replies.
—
Merlin's POV
As Merlin and Lancelot sleep in the Hunter's Lodge for the night on their journey to rejoin Arthur and the Knights, Merlin is awoken by the sensation of the Dorocha approaching. As soon as it appears, Merlin frantically wakes Lancelot and throws the last of his alcohol into the dying grate fire causing it to burst into flames to allow them a chance to run outside into the pitch dark. Merlin calls for Kilgharrah as the Dorocha chases them through the dark woods. Suddenly, a fireball shoots out of the sky, getting rid of a bunch of them.
Kilgharrah flames another Dorocha and lands in front of them in a clearing. Lancelot steps forward to strike the Dragon, but Merlin holds out a hand to stop him.
"It's alright. It's alright." He reassures. Merlin looks up at Kilgharrah and gives him a little bow. "Thank you."
"Who is your friend?" Kilgharrah questions angrily.
"I'm Lancelot." The Knight replies.
Kilgharrah calms. "Of course. Sir Lancelot, the bravest and most noble of them all."
"I'm not sure that's true."
"We shall see." Kilgharrah dismisses. "For now, there are more pressing things at hand. The Dorocha cannot be allowed to remain in this world. The sundered veil must be restored."
"We're on our way to the Isle of the Blessed to help Arthur heal it." Lancelot tells him.
"Indeed. But at what price?"
"I know that the spirit world demands a sacrifice." Merlin says.
"It demands nothing. It is the Cailleach, the gatekeeper to the spirit world who asks such a price." Kilgharrah corrects.
"And there is no other way?" Merlin wonders. He hopes there is. Maybe he won't have to leave Anne after all.
"There is not." Kilgharrah replies to Merlin's dismay.
"Arthur intends to sacrifice himself to heal the veil. It is my destiny to protect him; you taught me that." Merlin declares.
"Merlin, you must not do this." Kilgharrah pleads.
"Then I have no choice. I must take his place." Merlin states.
"You would leave your wife? Your child?" Kilgharrah asks.
Merlin's mind takes a second to register what Kilgharrah has just said. "Child? I do not have a child."
Kilgharrah raises a scaly eyebrow. "That will change in the months to come."
Merlin's stomach drops at his implication. "Are- are you saying that... Anne... is- is with child?"
Kilgharrah nods. "It would seem so."
Merlin begins shaking his head. "No. No, there's no way. She would have told me if she was with child."
But as soon as Merlin says those words, he remembers the conversation that he had with Anne before he left. She had promised to tell him something when he comes back. Oh God...
Merlin feels like someone has punched the living daylights out of him. "My wife is with child."
"I am sorry for telling you." Kilgharrah apologises. "I had thought that she had told you."
Merlin sucks in a deep breath. He feels pained at the thought of never seeing his child, but he is grateful that Anne will have a piece of him after he is gone.
"I still have to do this. Anne will understand." He says firmly, though not for a single second does he believe that Anne will understand.
Kilgharrah looks down at the boy he has watched grow into a man. "From the moment I met you, I saw something that was invisible. Now it is there for all to see." He looks solemnly at Merlin. "It will be an empty world without you, young warlock."
"Will you look after Anne and- and my child for me?" Merlin asks.
Kilgharrah nods. "Of course. The child will be a Dragon Lord like yourself."
Merlin nods his thanks and Kilgharrah flies off.
—
Amelia's POV
That night the Dorocha suddenly vanishes and does not return. The people begin to celebrate but those in the know do not, dreading the return of those who had headed out to save them. Wondering who'd sacrificed themselves.
Amelia throws herself into running the Kingdom as she doesn't want to sit there waiting for their return.
"My Lady!" A Guard cries as he bursts into the room, interrupting her Council meeting.
"Yes?" She prompts.
"The Prince has been seen approaching the Castle walls."
She almost collapses in relief when she hears this. Amelia brings herself together and turns to the Council members. "Well, I believe we should continue this another time?"
The Councillors murmur in agreement. Amelia glances towards Agravaine and sees his face is annoyed. This is further confirming Amelia's suspicions about him.
Amelia quickly departs the room but not before turning to the Guard and instructing him to find Anne and Gwen. While she's relieved Arthur has returned, she's anxious about who did the sacrifice in the end.
She bursts out of the Castle and stands at the top of the Castle stairs, watching as Merlin and Arthur, with Percival not far behind them, enter the Main Square. They get off their horses and Amelia flings herself at Arthur then Merlin and then Percival. Anne and Gwen join them in the Square. The former clings to Merlin in relief and the latter hugs her brother and Arthur.
Amelia pulls away to talk to them. "What happened? I thought someone…" Her voice trails off when she realises who's missing. She sees Arthur, Merlin and all the Knights' devastated faces. "No…"
Gwen gasps, pulling herself from Elyan, "Lancelot…."
—
It is later that the Court gathers in the Council Chambers in front of Arthur as he makes a speech about Lancelot's sacrifice.
"I want to pay tribute to Sir Lancelot. We owe him a great debt. It is not just his deed that we'll never forget. It's his courage. His compassion. His unselfish heart. He was the most noble Knight I'll ever know. He gave his life for all of us."
Arthur places a Camelot cape and sword on a pyre in the Square as there is no body to mourn with. The Court, Knights and Guards gather around, watching, and mourning. Amelia stands next to Percival, comforting him despite her own grief.
Merlin brings Arthur a torch for the pyre. Arthur tosses the torch and the pyre comes alight. Amelia feels tears welling in her eyes and dripping down her cheeks as she watches the pyre burn.
—
Amelia sits with Anne and Merlin, who sit on the bed in Merlin's old room in Gauis' Chambers with Amelia sitting on a chair. Gaius had wanted to do a check-up on Anne to make sure that the baby is okay because what happened has caused so much grief it could have caused a hormonal imbalance and affected the baby.
Merlin's hand is on Anne's stomach, where the baby is, and Anne's hand is on top of his. Amelia smiles softly as she watches the scene.
Merlin manages a small smile. "I can't believe there is a baby in there."
Anne manages a tiny smile too. "Me too." She sighs deeply. "It feels... terrible, almost. Celebrating something good so soon after we lost Lancelot." Her voice cracks when she says his name.
"Our daughter will know who he was." Merlin assures her firmly. "She will know who he was, what he did, and how he saved us all."
Anne nods. "Yes, sh—" She catches herself and looks over at Merlin. "Did you just say 'daughter'?"
Merlin nods. "Yes."
Amelia watches amusedly as Anne furrows her eyebrows. "We're having a boy." She insists. "Amelia agrees with me."
Merlin looks to Amelia who shrugs. She honestly had just agreed because Anne was so insistent.
"You can't know the gender of the baby until it's born." Merlin points out. "But it's definitely a girl. She is a beautiful, smart girl just like her mother."
Anne gives him a pointed look. "No, he is a handsome, intelligent boy just like his father."
"Girl."
"Boy."
"Girl."
"Boy."
"Girl."
Amelia lets out a huff, drawing the couple's attention to her. "Why am I here?"
"Baby names." Anne replies.
Amelia opens her mouth to reply when she hears Gaius' Chamber door open through the closed door of the room they are in.
"Gaius." Amelia sits up straight when she hears the voice of her uncle.
"How can I be of assistance?" Gaius asks.
"You're a man of great knowledge and wisdom." Agravaine says.
Gaius scoffs. "Knowledge, perhaps."
Amelia, Anne and Merlin quietly stand and move to the door.
"Have you ever come across two sorcerers called Emrys and Tarian?" Agravaine asks.
The three listening at the door freeze in alarm. How does Agravaine know these names?
There's a brief pause before Gaius replies, "No. Doesn't sound familiar."
"Hm. Well, if you do hear mention of the name." Amelia sees through the cracks of the door that Agravaine is turning to leave.
"I'll be sure to tell you," Gaius calls to him.
"It will not go unrewarded." Agravaine chuckles on his way out.
They emerge from the Chamber.
Gaius turns to them. "There's only one person who could've heard those names. Morgana. We know her powers are growing. She, too, must have seen the Cailleach."
"But Agravaine..." Merlin murmurs.
Amelia sighs. "I knew he was up to something. He's been acting a bit too suspiciously."
"But why? How could he?" Anne questions.
"He has every reason to despise Uther. The death of his siblings, Tristan, Ygraine and Vivienne." Gaius reminds her. "We must beware. Morgana can never know the truth. She must never know who you both really are."
—
Amelia returns to her Chambers, deep in thought. She walks in to find Percival sitting on the chair next to the fireplace and doesn't turn when she enters.
"Percival?" She doesn't receive a reply and begins to walk around him so she can face him and that's when she sees what's hanging loosely in Percival's hand almost threatening to fall. Her book was where she had kept her notes on the show. Oh no.
"Percival… how much did you read?" Amelia tentatively asks. After the debacle with Merlin trying to stop Morgana from killing Uther because of a vision and causing it anyway, made Amelia realise the dangers of knowing the future.
Percival's voice snaps her out of her thoughts, "You knew all this but did not do anything." He stands towering over her. "You knew Lancelot was going to die."
"That's not true!" Amelia exclaims, she feels tears welling up in her eyes.
"If you know so much, why don't you do more?" He tensely murmurs. "You must've known that my family was going to be killed…"
"No!" Amelia stumbles. "I had memories of another life. A- a story if you will where it tells the story of what's happened in Camelot over the last few years. But I don't remember it, I don't know if it did talk about what happened to your family or not."
Amelia does not want to explain what a TV is right now.
Percival frowns again. "You don't remember?"
"I lost large parts of my memory from what Nimueh did to me remember?" At Percival's nod, Amelia continues, "I had to rely on the notes I had made before and when I lost it, I was lost. I haven't had it in a long time. The only hints I would get of the future is…"
"What?"
Amelia swallows thickly, tears are already streaming down her face. She trusts Percival and knows this is the right time to tell him of her magic but that doesn't make it less terrifying. "I have dreams."
"Dreams?" Percival prompts.
"Of the future."
"The future but that's only possible if... no..." Realisation dawns on Percival's face.
Amelia looks down, wringing her fingers together and chewing on her lip anxiously. "I'm sorry."
"You have magic!" He cries. Amelia looks at her door with alarm and Percival lowers his voice, but that doesn't mean it's any less hurt and angry. "You've been lying to us."
"Of course, I did!" Amelia snaps, fed up with his accusing tone. "Magic is outlawed. People view it as evil."
"Have you been spying on us the entire time?! Are you going to kill Arthur?" Percival demands to know. "You promised me you aren't like your sisters."
"No! I want to save Arthur!" Amelia retaliates. "He is prophesied to save those with magic, to bring peace."
"You've never used magic against Camelot?"
"No!"
"Do you promise?"
"Yes. I love you. Please believe me." Amelia pleads.
Percival sighs and brings her into his arms. "I love you and I believe you."
They move to sit on Amelia's bed together, cuddling and sharing kisses as Amelia tries to explain what she can remember from her previous life. Percival has lots of questions when he learns it's in a different world and time.
Amelia is smiling and laughing though it dims when her eyes land on her notebook that sits on her table where Percival put it. She's fearful of what it may contain on their future. What if she finds out that Percival dies or any of their other friends? She can't bear the thought.
She knows a terrible future is coming. One where Mordred kills Arthur. Not only has Kilgharrah prophesied it, but also it is a well known part of the actual legend.
—
A/N:
The fourth anniversary of publishing this story was on the 29th!
I find it funny that Gaius literally says no mortal has survived the touch of a Dorocha and yet no one questions Merlin not only not dying straight away but recovering.
I hope the end scene with Amelia and Percival went well. Did any eagle-eyed readers notice how her magic wasn't addressed when talking about her relationship with Percival in the last chapter?
Merlin is still able to argue that the baby is a girl despite Kilgharrah saying it'll be a Dragon Lord as I had wanted it to be possible that it's the child of a Dragon Lord and not just reliant on the child being a boy. This doesn't say what the baby will be though.
And Lancelot! 😢