Waking the Sorceress Within (BBC Merlin Story)

Chapter 68: The Drawing of the Dark

A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait but here's a new chapter!!! (Also, it's been six years since I started publishing this story and now we only have two more episodes left after this plus one or two extra chapters 😉)

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No One's POV

Morgana smirks as she walks over to Arthur's alive and conscious but immobile body. She doesn't bother sparing a glance at Anne and Merlin's unconscious bodies before she reaches Arthur.

"What a joy it is to see you, Arthur. Look at you, not so tall and mighty now." Morgana crouches down next to him, though she's still looking down at his slumped form. The King does not react, looking utterly defeated. "You may have won the battle, but you've lost the war. You're going to die by Mordred's hand. But don't worry, my dear brother, I won't let you die alone. I will stay and watch over you, until the wolves gorge on your carcass and bathe in your blood."

Unbeknownst to Morgana, Anne and Merlin had woken up whilst she had been speaking. Merlin had drawn Excalibur quietly before he and Anne both stood.

"No," Anne says, causing Morgana to turn, "the time for all this bloodshed is over."

Morgana stands, unfazed by the sword being pointed at her.

"I blame myself for what you've become... but this has to end," Merlin says, his tone full of regret.

Morgana is still unfazed. "I am a High Priestess. No mortal blade can kill me."

Merlin launches forward and stabs her. Morgana gasps as she starts to feel the effect of the blade. Her knees buckle, and Merlin wraps his arm around her, holding her.

"No!"

All parties turn to see Amelia standing there next to her horse. None of them had heard her approach. She looks horrified at what's happening. She breathes heavily, either from the exertion of travelling or shock at the scene.

Merlin lowers Morgana to the ground and withdraws the sword, stepping back as Amelia runs towards her sister.

"No! No!" Amelia flings herself onto the floor, embracing her. "Sister." She kneels near her, sobbing, caressing her sister's face.

Instead of fear or anger, Morgana looks strangely at peace with the situation despite the probable pain of Merlin, running her through with the same type of sword they'd given to Mordred merely a day ago. She has a small smile on her face. Morgana blinks up at her.

Amelia lifts one of her hands that had been wrapped around Morgana's middle to reveal that it is now wet and red. Her eyes are wide, and her hands shake.

Morgana opens her mouth and tries to speak, but it comes out as a choked noise before she takes her final breath.

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Amelia's POV

Amelia flings herself upright in a panic. Her eyes immediately dart down to look at her hands and see that there is no blood. She rubs at them to be sure.

The dream was awfully familiar. It is a dream she has been having frequently these days. But this one was more detailed than usual, more realistic. It fills Amelia with dread.

Then she feels someone shaking her arm. "Amelia, Amelia."

Amelia turns to her sister, staring at her blankly. Morgana is frowning, gripping Amelia's hands tightly, but Amelia hardly notices.