Rebirth of Lady Morgana

Prologue ~ Rebirth

He had his hung head low, tears staining his withered cheeks as he wandered the blood soaked battlefield. Arthur and Morgana's armies strewn about eachother in what had to be, the biggest waste of life he'd seen to date.

He'd not long ago stumbled across Mordreds fallen body. The young boy he and Arthur had once chanced so much for. Had Khilgarra been right? Should he have allowed a young boys death over a decade to avoid this outcome? Perhaps, but he could never bring himself to regret saving the scared child in the courtyard.

It was Arthur he'd found next. Already his breath failed him, with eyes dimming. Kneeling by the King he served proudly, Emrys or Merlin, as he was commonly known held his dear friends hand. "I'm here, Arthur" he announced, through a watery smile as his older form faded away replaced by a much younger face eyes hidden behind his chocolate coloured hair to hide the tears that wouldn't stop falling.

He felt as Arthur squeezed his hand in acknowledgment. Knowing it wasn't long until he'd have to say goodbye, he attempted to make his King, his friend, smile and laugh one last time. "Listen hear you clotpole' he let out a watery chuckle as the young King smiled, 'you're not allowed to go yet. Not until I at least tell you the truth." Here he paused. How was he supposed to say it? So long he'd kept it hidden, out of sight, where it could never be witnessed. Opening and closing his mouth as the words struggled to form, Arthur spoke, effectively cutting off the man that had always been at his side.

"I know, Merlin.... I.... saw y-your magick many t-times.... Work with Gwen, she'll help, to p-protect.... the druids, and all othe-er sorcerers. I don't hate you.... Merlin. I understand why you never said." Of all things the young Pendragon could have said, Merlin had never expected it to be his first secret. Chuckling fondly at how observant the King had been, he was thouroughly shocked, his second secret had never been found out.

The young warlock summoned whatever courage he could to lean over and kiss his dying friends lips for the first and last time. After a short but sweet chaste kiss, Merlin finally spoke with a smile. "While I appreciate knowing that you accept that part of me Arthur, I was going to say I love you. And thank you for putting up with me, as much as I have you." With tears streaming down his face Arthur managed to smile back, and confessed as well, before taking his final breath.

Knowing his best friend and love would one-day be back, he summoned Khilgarra, to take his body over to the Isle of the Blessed. There he would be entombed within a ritual room and circle, preserved for eternity until his resurrection. Continuing through the piled corpses, Emrys had one more to find. His sister in all but blood, his dearest Morgana.

Merlin understood her only too well. Being who and what she was, and being raised by Uther, the dollophead, it was no wonder she'd become what she had. He prayed everyday, that he'd see her as herself again, with a smile that could put stars to shame, and eyes full of hope for tomorrow. Emrys was ready to offer her a choice. Be reborn, and try again with all memories intact so she didn't get lost on the same road, or pass through the veil, and become lost forevermore.

Morgana laid off to the side, Athuisa had followed his peer towards the Isle. She prayed he'd be safe, her only remaining companion. Footsteps drew her eyesight backt towards her right, where upon she saw the boy, she'd once seen as a brother. His tears obvious even to her. "We've both perished haven't we?" She asked, her voice scratchy from the fires smoke a few meters away.

Pulling a water skin out he held it to her lips while she eyed it wearily. Chuckling lightly even through his heartbreak at seeing her so broken, he spoke. "I promise I didn't poison it this time, I just want you comfortable" Her heart warmed strangely at his words as she gulped the water down thankfully. Polishing off the skin, she smirked lightly, teasingly as she would have before, long ago. "Thought the princess would come first, how'd his hair turn out?" Caught off guard by her playful jab at what they both knew Arthur to be like startled a laugh from deep within his belly.