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This is my first attempt at something other than an oneshot. So I hope its ok. Enjoy the story.

Morgana

My scream echoed across the battlefield. I could only watch as one of our soldiers slid his sword inside Merlin's stomach. All my rage drained out of me. All my hate, all my anger, everything but pure horror was gone.

What have I done?

I ran. Everyone I passed stopped fighting and watched. Arthur had his sword pointed threatening at me, but seeing my expression, lowered it. No one made a move to stop me from dropping to my knees beside the fallen warrior.

"Merlin, I'm so sorry," I whispered.

Tears gathered in my eyes as his struggled to open.

"Morgana…"

His voice was a raspy whisper. A reminder of what I had done. That he was dying. As if the gaping wound wasn't enough.

What have I lost?

"I never wanted this."

He chuckled, frowning when it hurt him more. A tear escaped me. Silently it slid down my cheek.

"Okay, yes I did… But I didn't know…."

I didn't know what? That it would hurt? That this wasn't what I wanted? That I loved him?

How did this happen?

The barrier broke, tears ran freely. I did nothing to stop them. My heart was broken, I would never be whole again.

"This is my fault."

I was shaking my head before he was finished. This was my fault, I was to blame. This was all on me. Before I could tell him this he was speaking.

"If I had helped you… If I could've saved you… Shown you that you weren't alone."

Each word was a struggle for him. I could see the pain in both his stomach and heart. I was the cause for both, but his guilt was wrongly placed. I knew he was referring to the fact he didn't tell me what he was. Something that I have always refused to speak, even think of. The knowledge I pretended didn't exist. The knowledge of his magic.

"I always knew Merlin."

He stared, disbelief written across his face. I swallowed the lump in my throat, "I could sense it from the beginning. I saw how you saved Arthur from Lady Helen, really saw. And I… I still betrayed you. Still blamed you from when you chose to protect Camelot… from me."

Why was I so stupid?

He raised his hand and stroked my cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

"I forgive you."

The words I didn't deserve, the words I needed so much. I took his hands as my tears fell even faster, making it impossible to speak. I could feel his heart slowing, we both knew he was going to die. I didn't have the power to save him.

The solution barged into the front of my mind. It screamed at me for not seeing it before. I could save him. Merlin could live. I tightened the grip on his hand and closed my eyes. I reached out with my magic, searching for his. His magic was so pure, so powerful. It ran through his very veins. It was so familiar, as if our magic was kin. They embraced like long lost friends and I felt my heart slow to match Merlin's pace.

Pain flared. I gasped as a sword pierced my stomach. There was so much pain. I fell forward, my hands still connected with Merlin's.

Why wasn't I quicker?