This is my first english fanfic. :) This is about the war between Arthur and Mordred. I hope you like it! ;) 3

Arthur stood on the top of small hill and looked down at the battlefield. He was the king, he was the fearless leader but right now he feelt like he was a small child who just wanted to go back home and sleep on his own bed.

It was too much for him to handle. His father wasn't here anymore; he didn't stand by his side and made the most difficult decisions. Now he has to make them by himself.

Arthur looked down at his sword. Excalibur felt warm in his hand, just like it was trying to comfort him somehow. But that was a ridiculous idea. The sword couldn't help him now. This was his war, and he was the only one who could end it.

A loud roar made him look up at the gray sky. A huge white dragon flew above him. Aithusa attacked at the enemy, burning them to death. It did it from her free will. It was angry about Kligharrah's death and was there for revenge. Its white crippled wings beated the sky as she flew high and went after magical creatures that Morgana had created. It didn't have time to protect Camelot's soldiers. Well, at last knights didn't have to handle those magical beasts.

Even with Aithusas help they were losing the war. There was four thousand of Cenred's soldiers, Morgana, Morgause and Mordred against Excalibur, Aithusa and about two thousand Camelot's soldiers. So they were actually fighting hopeless fight.

Arthur felt how his heart dropped into his stomach. If he had forgiven Merlin from hiding his secret from him, then there could be a small chance to win this bloody war. But he had turned his back to his friend. His best friend. Now it was too late to ask warlock for help. The king could never use Merlin as a weapon. Merlin didn't deserve to think that Arthur was calling him back just because he needed help.

Plus he didn't know how strong Merlin was. Of course, Gaius had told him that Merlin was the most powerful sorcerer, the last dragon lord and only warlock on earth, but was it enough against three very powerful sorcerers? Arthur didn't think so. And Merlin was that kind of person who didn't care about himself. He could get himself killed just to protect Arthur. And that was something what Arthur didn't deserve after how he sentenced Merlin to be burned at the stake.

He would never be able to forget the expression on warlock's face. It was like Arthur had just ripped heart out of Merlin's chest and kicked it into cold river. Merlin said that he was truly sorry and he couldn't protect Arthur if he, Merlin, was dead. Then Merlin ran away without killing anyone. Arthur was actually happy about that, because now he could just turn a blind eye and let Merlin live.

But without him on his side, Arthur felt only pain. He had never felt anything like it. It was so much worse than his father's death. It was so much worse than Gwen's adultery. It was so much worse than Agrawaines, Morganas and Mordreds betrayal. It was so much worse than hear that your father killed your mother and then he killed hundreds, thousands of innocent people because of that.

Arthur believed that Merlin's departure felt even worse than all painful moments from his life together. Arthur wondered how he had felt if he had killed Merlin. The only way he could describe his feelings right now was the feeling like you had lost half of your soul. The other half that had been happy, wise, warm, loving, caring, innocent and the most of all: hopeful. After losing Merlin, Arthur had slipped onto his arrogant, cold and selfish habits. Even Gwen wasn't able to change him. He didn't care that the Knights of the Round Table were becoming too distant from each other. They were already losing their hopes of him.

It had nothing to do with Merlin's years of lies. It was just because Merlin wasn't here. The other side of the coin was missing and the coin was destroyed. If he just could let the memory of him heal and remember all those times when Merlin had been with him in battles. Always believing in him, always telling him what he needed to hear. Always making him a better person, how he couldn't be without Merlin.

"Arthur."

The voice was quiet, afraid and unbelieving. It was everything what Arthur had never heard it to be. But he still recognized it in a heartbeat even he hadn't heard it for over a year. For a moment Arthur was angry. For himself or for the speaker, he didn't know. He had been this way a whole year.

But as he turned around and looked at Merlin, who was having a tired, apologizing and a little shy expression on his face, all the anger, all the pain and all the fear what had been in his heart for whole last year, vanished away. Now there was just relief and pure joy.

"Merlin!"

It was all that he needed. All he wanted whole last year. He didn't even thought about war behind him. He just took two steps towards the man before him. Arthur's heart broke a little bit when he saw how Merlin took a terrified step back, but when Arthur pulled him into a bone crushing embrace, warlock relaxed a little with relieved sigh and hugged Arthur back.

"I thought I lost you already!" Arthur shouted with a happy smile on his face. It was hard to create a real smile after a year of unhappy, polite smiles without any feelings, but at the same time it felt so good that Arthur couldn't stop even when he unleashed Merlin and looked into his blue eyes. Familiar eyes weren't tired or lost anymore. They had got Merlin's usual happy and trustful shine back.

"I already told you. I'm happy to be your servant till the day I die. So you won't get rid of me easily", Merlin said playfully before they both turned to look at the battle. There were more Centred's men on the ground, but still there was more Centred's men fighting. Camelot's knights were already exhausted. Especially Morgana was easy to spot because she tortured her victims and screamed for Arthur to step into his death. Arthur had sent Emrys away so she didn't had nothing to be afraid of.

"We are losing this fight. Only thing that keeps knights' fight spirits up is the fact that I'm still alive. If Morgana kills me, there is no reason to fight anymore. Right now my death is our only option to save knights, but then she would go after Gwen and kill her. Then Morgana will become the queen", Arthur's voice was openly helpless. He didn't have to pretend to be brave around Merlin and it was a huge relief for him. First time for a year he was able to be himself and not the wise King, not the fearless knight, not the loving husband.

It was just Arthur and Merlin.

Merlin's eyes were fulfilled with pity and disgust as he looked down at Morgana, who was laughing. He wasn't really able to feel pure anger or pure hate. There was always sadness, or fear behind it. Fear of losing someone he loved. That's why he was opposite for Morgana. That way, she never felt pure love. There was always greed or anger behind it. Merlin couldn't even image how it felt when you are not able to feel pure love for someone.

"I'm not going to let her kill you. I won't let that happen", Merlin said with so much confidence that Arthur's doubts disappeared almost completely. However, Arthur didn't want Merlin to be used as a human shield for him. Especially after how he had behaved towards his people, his wife, his knights, even Gaius, last year. And what he had done for Merlin was unforgivable.

"I won't let you fight against them all. They are too strong to you handle alone", Arthur tried to hide his fear from his voice. Had he already forgotten that he could be himself around Merlin? Maybe he needed more time to recover from last year.

"Have you forgetting something: I have magic. And since when you had known anything about magic, Arthur?" Merlin asked with his annoying and at the same time so lovable grin on his face. Arthur remembered that he had asked the very same thing from Merlin many years ago. The memory made him smile once again.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

Arthur and Merlin shared a look. This time these lines were talked by right person so it was actually true. Arthur believed that he had forgotten why this war was here. What was the cause for it? Merlin had given him a reason to try once again. For justice, truth, happiness and freedom. For home, peace and his people. For his wife, father and friends. And, of course, for Merlin. It was always because of Merlin and for Merlin.

"I won't blame you if want to you go back. I'm not asking you to risk your life after what I did to you last year", Arthur said as he looked at the Excalibur once again. He had killed so many Centred's men with it, so Camelot had lost much less soldiers than anyone expected. But still, he was only a human and he needed rest. Still it was only one power-sword against four thousand ordinary swords.

"I always knew you were a prat but if you think that I'm going to turn around and leave all my friends behind, you are just as stupid as I thought", Merlin said simply. He shouted a long spell and his eyes got a beautiful golden colour. Seconds later there was a long golden rope, which moved like a giant snake between Camelot's men's legs and it attacked only at Centred's knights, knocking them over and kept them on the ground until someone come to kill them.

Within a short time, the rope knocked dozens of Centred's men and it just kept going. It took only a couple seconds before everyone recognized the person, who was standing next to their king.

"It's Merlin!"

The voice was too happy to fit into the war. That was how Merlin recognized it to be Gwaine's voice. Everyone who were able to do it, cheered with the ex-drunk. Some of them of course were still afraid of magic, but they all knew now that Arthur needed Merlin as much as they needed air to breathe. Plus, how things could possibly get even worse? They may die anyway, so why not to give the warlock a chance?

The fight never stopped completely, but Centred's men looked almost more ready to run away than stay on the way of the warlock.

Morgana's voice went quiet. Merlin didn't see her anymore but somehow he knew that she was terrified. Morgause and Mordred looked at him with the deepest hate on their faces. Centred himself didn't pay any attention to the warlock.

As Morgause shouted a spell and a huge stone flew toward them, Arthur was prepared to die immediately. However, Merlin stood in front of him and a one terrible moment, Arthur thought that Merlin was using himself as a human shield to protect him.

Merlin's eyes flashed gold again and without a word, the rock was destroyed into smaller rocks that now just floated in the air in front of them. Merlin raised his hands and sends the rocks back to Morgause. She tried to shout some spells, but Merlin's magic was stronger. Morgause had to run away from the rocks.

"Thank you, Merlin", Arthur said after he found his voice again. It was so strange to think that this skinny man was actually that powerful. It was actually a bit sad too, because Arthur always wanted to think himself as a protective big brother. Now he was the one who needed the protection. But as Merlin turned around and looked at him surprised and even a bit lost, he felt like a big brother again.

"Did you actually thank me?" It was really hard to know was Merlin playing stupid or was he really shocked from his words. Arthur had no idea how he should react for that. So he decided to roll his eyes.

"No, I didn't. Don't be stupid."

Merlin was always the innocent one of them. He hated killing people, he hated killing animals. Arthur had loved to kill criminals and he still loved to kill animals. But Merlin made him remember that even poor people, even peasants, had their feelings and their families. Even criminals had their families. So now he didn't take any pleasure from killing them and he avoided it as much as he could. Hunting was still his favourite hoppy, but now it was even more about just to get out from Camelot and spend time with Merlin and knights. Some times he didn't even taken his bow with him.

That was the innocence what he must protect like a big brother figure. In his mind Arthur decided he would never let Merlin kill anyone if it wasn't absolutely necessary. Enemy or not, it could just eat the warlock from inside out. Arthur felt like he self had already lost that kind of innocence. He had killed so many people, friends, innocents, enemies and strangers, so he couldn't think it as a hard or easy thing anymore. It was just another death by his hands.

There was a happy smile on Merlin's face. He knew he would never make Arthur to repeat what he had just said but for the warlock, it was okay. It was the first time when Arthur had thanked him about using magic. And it felt... Well, amazing was too small word for it. He had worked so hard almost a decade just to hear those words in this kind of situation.

Merlin's happiness made Arthur's heart melt. But that moment didn't last long. Behind Merlin there was one of the Morgana's black magical creatures coming towards them. Without even thinking, Arthur shouted Merlin's name and pushed him out of the creature's way. They landed on the ground heavily but they were able to avoid the attack. Creature quickly turned around and attacked again.

Merlin yelled a short spell. It took only a heart beat before there was a golden mist around them. Arthur looked at the warlock and was going to ask something about how the mist was supposed to protect them from a Creature of Magic. Then Merlin's eyes flashed gold and the mist changed to a beautiful golden dragon. It attacked towards the creature with full power and sunk its teeth straight into black creature's throat. Creature screamed from pain and fell on the ground completely still.

The golden dragon flew after Aithusa to help her to destroy the other creatures.

Merlin looked quickly at Arthur but King was unharmed. Warlock thanked him from saving his life before they both stood up once again.

Thanks to Merlin's golden rope, Camelot's men were able to bring down so many Centred's men that it wasn't even comparable to Camelot's falling knights. Merlin muttered two short spells and every knights' smallest injures were healing. Now there was as many Centred's man as Camelot's man. Camelot's knights were much better fighters so they easily over run their enemies.

For the first time there was light at the end of the tunnel.

That was before they all heart a scream.

Arthur would never understand how it all happened so fast. Suddenly, there was Morgana, Morgause, Mordred and Centred himself around him and Merlin. Three sorcerers yelled three different spells and Centred attacked with his sword towards Arthur. Merlin had no other choice but scream out the first spell that popped in his mind.

Sorcerers' spells never hit on Merlin or Arthur but they bounced off from magical shield that Merlin had created. One spell hit on the ground making it burn in black fire. The other hit on one Centred's knights killing him in a blink of an eye by cutting his head off.

The third, that Morgana had send, hit on Morgause and she fell on the ground screaming from pain. Morgana paled as she looked on her sister who twisted on ground without anything physically hurting her. She ran to her, but Merlin didn't pay any attention to her anymore.

Mordred didn't even glance at Morgause. Without hesitation he shouted a new spell which created same kind of mist that Merlin had made earlier. But Mordred's mist was black. Young boy looked at Merlin with so much hate that it made Merlin actually feel sorry for the boy. However, when Mordred created a huge black Questing beast from mist, Merlin had prepared for it.

Merlin shouts a spell and suddenly there were flames that took a shape of a giant swan. Arthur saw it just one second before he have to focus on Centred again. The flame swan flew to the beast without any sign of fear. The beast disappeared turning back into mist but Mordred or Merlin either pays any attention to it anymore. They were shouting new spells already.

Arthur had his own fight with Centred. Even with Excalibur it was quite hard to fight with skilled man. Still, when Arthur saw from corner of his eye a golden lighting destroying a black ball of flames, Centred paled more than ever. Other king started to panic.

"Arthur, look out!"

Without even turning around, Arthur jumped away just in time to avoid a spell. When it hit on the ground, it explored. Arthur didn't even want to know what it would have done to human body. He turned around and saw Morgana's eyes turning back to normal. Morgause was standing next to her looking pale and painful.

Morgana's eyes flashed gold again and a black fireball flew towards him. With pure reflex Arthur hit it with Excalibur. The fireball got golden colour before it vanished completely. Suddenly Morgana and Morgause disappeared from his view when Aithusa landed between two witches and the king. She sent her fire towards two women.

What happened after that, Arthur had no idea. Centred had come again to him and tried to take advantage of his deceiving. Arthur was too good fighter for that so he blocked it easily.

This was how their destinies entwined. Merlin and Arthur fighting side by side against sorceress. They were fighting for better future. For better kingdom.

With one slash to Centred's chest, the man fell on the ground unmoving. Arthur turned around to look at the magical war. Merlin's face was masked by hate, which he never really felt. Arthur could only image how Merlin felt right now. A boy, who they had saved together couple years ago was now trying everything with his powers to kill Merlin and Arthur.

Mordred's face was masked too. But he was wearing a mask of calmness. Merlin blocked all the spells he knew and warlock had many spells which he had never even heard of. Boy must be on point of freak out. Arthur actually felt a little sorry for him but he never showed it on his face. He had the mask of self-confidence like always in fights.

No-one was wearing their real face. Even Morgana had somehow hidden her fear behind mask of hate. Arthur even doubted that Aithusa wasn't really that angry as she showed. Maybe she was more grieving than angry. That would fit very well for her if she was like Merlin.

Speaking of Aithusa, Arthur saw how Morgause and Morgana were almost beating her. The dragon screamed of pain when Morgause's black lightning hit her on side. Arthur raised the Excalibur and hide behind the dragon. When two women focused on dragon, he jumped forward and attacked to Morgause with all power he could.

Morgause wasn't prepared to it at all. Her eyes flashed gold but she was too slow. Arthur flew back and landed on grown on his back. He lost his grip of Excalibur and it fell on grown couple feet of him.

Morgause, however, fell on her kneels keeping her hand on her wound. Wound was clawing by dragon's fire and it was killing her faster than original wound. Morgana didn't even realize what had happen before Morgause fell on ground lying too still to even breathe.

Arthur had never saw Morgana that angry, sad and furious. She screamed a spell and pointed on Arthur. Suddenly Arthur's whole view was glowing with pure gold. For a second he thought that he was death. Then he realized that the gold had actually been a dragon and now it turned into golden mist. Morgana and Arthur turned around at the same time and they both saw Merlin, standing there and pointing to Morgana.

His eyes flashed gold and Morgana flew backward. Not like Arthur had, with short fly and then on ground. Morgana flew like she had been hit by a train and she fell down of the hill landing right into the war.

Saving Arthur cost Merlin too much time not to be able to see Mordred. Arthur had always known that Merlin's love for his friends would be also his weak point. That love weren't faded at all in last year.

Arthur saw how young boy made quickly a black fireball on his hand and send it to Merlin. Arthur didn't even have time to warn Merlin. It was like everything was going with its own speed but Arthur him self was moving in slow motion.

Black haired man screamed of pain and dropped to all fours. Arthur saw that Merlin's back was still in fire before Merlin said a spell and flames disappeared. Merlin tried to stand back up but Mordred didn't give him time to recover.

He sent a black lightning and it hit Merlin on his shoulder. The warlock cried out of pain as he fell on ground. He rolled on his back so he could see Mordred. The pain on his back and shoulder was getting worse in every second but he still glared up to Mordred relentlessly. Mordred had never seemed that happy and pride.

"I'm going to kill you, Emrys. Then I'll kill Arthur. And you can't stop me. Not anymore", the boy hissed with smirk.

"You know that you will never be able to beat me."

Arthur had never felt magic like Merlin. He had never awaked in middle of night if there was strong sorcerer in town. But now he felt it like storm around him. Mordred was putting all his magic together to one spell. Many people had said to him that magic wasn't evil; it was how you use it. But Mordred's magic felt evil. It wasn't neutral at al. Arthur made the one move that he could: he reached for Excalibur.

In that moment he felt something else in the air. In that coldness, evilness and blackness there was warmth. There was light. There was... home. Something so familiar, that Arthur actually forgot the war and imagined himself back to Camelot. Funny, he didn't image himself being with Gwen, but being with Merlin.

And with that Arthur just recognized it. It was Merlin's magic.

As Arthur stood up, he already knew that he was too late if he arrived at all. Mordred and Merlin shout spells at the same time.

It felt like end of the world. Everyone, even Centred's knights, turned to look at two sorcerers. Golden light hit on the darkness and together they pushed everything out of their way. The darkness felt like it ate all happiness and light from everyone around. The golden light in other hand felt like it was creating its very own energy. All that power felt like a hurricane in middle of everything.

Everyone saw how Mordred lost his control of darkness. Fear was clear on his face as darkness started to kill everything on its way like a huge black smoke. Only thing keeping it still was golden light. Merlin was stumbled on his feet and tried now control the dark magic. Arthur had never saw Merlin so exhausted.

Mordred gave up on trying controlling the dark magic anymore. Now it was all up to Merlin. The golden light faded slowly, no matter how much Merlin tried to force his magic to keep it up.

Aithusa was scared. She flew up, away from darkness but didn't want to leave her only kin behind. As everyone, she just watched with fear how Merlin put all his power to protect every one of them.

Merlin was struggling to stay on his feet. Arthur realized that there was no way Merlin could do this without any help. Strongest warlock or not, pure, uncontrolled darkness was too much to him to handle. They all were going to die if they stay here.

He saw many knights running away from battlefield. He couldn't blame them because running away was their only option right now. He thought about Gwen who waited him back to home. Save and alive.

Merlin felt how his own magic was boiling in his veins. It protested being so close to the dark magic. Usually Merlin had been like addicted to feel his magic so close to him, but now he just wanted it to stop. He just wanted the darkness to disappear.

For some reason the darkness made him think about his mother. How she had said that he wasn't a monster. He was special. He was unusually large hearted person.

Still she had said that he could never tell anyone about his gifts. It was their only absolute rule that Merlin have to follow. Everything else was second placed.

For a second Merlin felt little sorry for his mother. He had shredded almost every value his mother had taught. He wasn't an innocent and naive kid anymore. He had killed, with and without magic. And his secret was revealed.

Merlin was ready to give up. He could just hope that everyone was left him behind and run away from here. Especially Arthur. If the king dies just because he wasn't strong enough, it would haunt him in , strong hand on his shoulder made Merlin turn his still golden eyes on man next to him. He almost lost control of his magic for that. Arthur had decided that he owe Merlin that he should not run away. Merlin had always been there for him, in dark times and good times.

Now it was his turn to stand on Merlin's side on dark time.

"You can do it. I have my faith in you, you clumsy idiot. So don't you dare give up now!"

Merlin couldn't help but drop his fighting mask and smile. Arthur had drop his mask too and showed his real face. He didn't look scared. Like he had said, his faith was all on Merlin and he trusted in his friend. Somewhere behind all that blowing wind they heard voices.

"Merlin!"

"You can do it!"

"Kick his ass!"

It wasn't hard to guess that Camelot's knights were yelling to him. They believed in him so much that they didn't run away. They stand there, doing their best to encourage him. He has to fight. Not for himself, not even for the damn destiny, not even Albion, but for those he loved.

Merlin, Arthur standing by his side, turned back to darkness. Using all his powers he pushed the darkness again. Darkness faded a bit. Arthur felt how Merlin concentrated his powers on a dark sky too. In a heartbeat Arthur realized why.

Suddenly there was a golden line in horizon. Light and warmth filled the whole battlefield and everything was actually glowing with pure good energy. The new day has arrived.

The mist of darkness become smaller and smaller. Finally, it was so much smaller than golden light that Merlin actually covered the darkness with gold. And choked it.

As darkness destroyed, it exploded. The pressure sent Merlin, Arthur and Mordred flying backwards. Many knights fell too. All Arthur could do was grab Merlin and try to land as softly as he could and keep Merlin safe.

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When all dust vanished, Arthur saw the thin body in his hands. Merlin was pale, hardly in his conscious but he was alive. That was the most important thing. He was alive.

But Merlin had used all his powers. It felt like he had run a week straight without water or food or rest. He couldn't even lift his hand. The warlock just rested on the kings chest, looking up to him with almost closed eyes. Somewhere far he realized that his whole body was in pain. But as he looked Arthur's proud face looking at him, it was worth of pain. Yes, it was worth it.

"It's okay Merlin, you did enough. You can rest now, old friend. I'll take it from here", the king said and with that, he carefully placed Merlin to ground. Mordred was walking towards them, sword in his hand. He looked even more pale and tired than Merlin but he have to keep fighting, even without his magic. Unlike Merlin, he didn't have a choice. At last that was what he thought.

"Mordred, this doesn't have to be like this. We can turn around and leave this behind. I promise, I won't hunt you down if you just choose to leave", Arthur said as he raised Excalibur one more time. The war below them had stopped. There were only Camelot's knights left. They were helping wounded ones and taking died ones back to Camelot with horses.

But war wasn't ended. It had just begun.

"You think I care about that? I don't want your pity, Pendragon. I want you on your kneels. I want you to suffer like my kin had suffered by your father's hands. I want my revenge, in this life or in the next. I won't never stop trying to kill you until I success. Your little pet warlock can't stop me", Mordred said as he raised his own sword. Why he have to be the one who backs down? Why Arthur couldn't just step aside and let Morgana become the Queen? It would be the best for everyone.

Arthur's eyes narrowed. Pet warlock? Merlin wasn't his pet. He was his best friend. Merlin was free to come and go as he liked. Even if losing Merlin would be Arthur's doom.

"I can't chance the past, but I promise to do all I can to make a better future where sorceress are equal with every other people. I'm sorry that you won't be there to see that day", Arthur said seriously sorry.

That just made Mordred angrier. Without thinking, he ran to Arthur and tried to hit him with his sword.

The fight begun.

Merlin would never believe that Mordred would be so good with sword. He was actually almost as good as Arthur. And Arthur had Excalibur. But without his magic, fight was equal. And Merlin knew that Arthur would be furious if he helped the king to win. Arthur wanted to do this by himself.

Knights were shouting their cheers for their king and Merlin couldn't help but cheer too with quiet, tired voice. No one saw a figure that had walked behind Arthur and Mordred. Not until it shouted a spell and Arthur fell on the ground shouting of pain. Mordred took his chance and raised his sword to kill Arthur. Camelot's knights were yelling with rage about this unfair turn of fight.

But Merlin didn't allow that to happen. He might be weak right now but hell, he was warlock, and he has magic. He could always give a spell or two, no matter how much in pain he was.

Before Mordred could even blink, a beautiful golden unicorn appeared right before him, kicking the air with its golden hooves and forced the sorcerer to back up. The invisible source of pain vanished and Arthur stood back up breating heavily. He looked at the unicorn, which stood there, proud and big to protect him, giving him time to recover. It was the most beautiful thing he had never saw as it shined on golden sunshine almost glowing calmness, hope and power.

Then it vanished.

Morgana shout a new spell, but this time Merlin blocked it long before Morgana had even got her magic together. Merlin struggled to stand up right but that didn't make Morgana fear him any less.

"Stop going after Arthur. I'm the one you really want death. Because if you kill Arthur, I will never stop hunting you", Merlin yelled to the witch. Morgana tried to look as fearless as she could. Then she attacked.

Once again there were two battles. Mordred and Arthur, Morgana and Merlin. Both fights were evenly matched because Merlin and Mordred were too weak to use their magic with full power.

Still, knights who looked at the fight, thought, that it would be best to stay out of fighters' way. Especially out of Merlin's and Morgana's fight. They were trying everything they could imagine: choke each other with magic, make magical animals attack each other, throw fireballs, lightings and even once Morgana tried to just simply cut Merlin's neck but every time they blocked each other's attacks.

That was until they heard a scream of pain from Mordred's and Arthur's direction.

Morgana paled as she looked at Mordred, who had fallen on ground. Wound on boy's chest was deep and it glowed with golden light killing him quickly. Arthur stood there unmoving.

Morgana's eyes flashed with gold, which sent Arthur flew away from Mordred. Merlin captured Arthur from air with magic and the king landed, a bit roughly, on his feet. Morgana ran to Mordred, pressing her hands on boy's wound. She screamed of pain when the wound actually burned her hands. She looked at Arthur with pure hate.

"First you took my sister, and then you take him! How much blood you have to get on your hand before you are satisfied!?" Morgana screamed crying at the same time. Those weren't tears of grief. They were tears of hate. And that hurt Arthur more than anything his half-sister could do to him.

"Morgana, I'm sorry. I truly am. But you didn't left me any choice", Arthur whispered. Morgana hugged Mordred tightly when the boy coughed slightly.

Merlin walked limping to stand next to Arthur. He had got many bruises and scars after all fights but he was okay. Somehow Arthur realized too that there weren't much unharmed areas on his body either.

"Shut up..." Morgana said so quiet that Merlin and Arthur had really hard to hear it.

"Really Morgana, I'm sorry. We won't kill you if you just..."

"SHUT UP!"

All hell broke loose. Mordred had reached his sword, and with his last strength he hit Arthur on his side. Arthur cried out of pain as he hit Mordred again with Excalibur. Arthur fell on the ground next to the boy and lay still on his side.

Morgana had attacked at the same time as Mordred. Merlin had no time to even react when Morgana's magic had hit him on face with full power. Right after that he got a hit from black fire on his chest. Merlin screamed of pain and just when he got the fire to disappear, Morgana had already screaming new spell.

Merlin actually heard it before he felt it. His arm broke from at last three places and the pain was something he had never felt before. But he had no time to deal with it. He screamed out the first spell that popped into his mind. Morgana screamed.

Merlin didn't even realized what was the spell he had used. Morgana twisted on ground as golden swords slashed her skin mercilessly. She tried to cover her chest and neck with her hands. She was like a little scared girl.

The warlock stood there, shocked, before he remembered that he was actually the one who did this. He removed the spell and ran to Morgana.

"Morgana?"

She didn't answer. She just shake there with fear, unable to move on her own. Merlin kneeled next to her offering his hand to her hold on.

But she never took that hand. She wanted to be saved, but she didn't let anyone save her. She sat up quickly, and her eyes flashed gold.

Nothing happened. Fury froze on her beautiful face as she stared Merlin in the eyes. Merlin didn't even blink but sadness filled whole thin body of his.

"I'm sorry Morgana. I should have save you", Merlin whispered. Morgana's face melted slowly terrified as she realized that one of Merlin's swords was right through her chest. Right through her hearth

Slowly, she fell on the ground. Merlin helped her limp body to go a little more comfortable position. She was dead before her back met the soft grass.

Merlin stood back up. The only thing that had been on his mind screamed now out from his mouth.

"Arthur!"

King didn't response. Merlin limped as fast as he could to next to his friend and turned him on his back. Mordred didn't even breathe any more.

"Arthur. Don't you dare die now. Not now. Not when everything is going to be alright. Arthur, please..." Merlin sobbed as he pushed Arthur's blonde hair off from his face. King didn't even stir.

"You can't go there where I can't follow you. You can't die. You clot pole", Merlin was shaking from head to foot. King couldn't be dead. Arthur couldn't be dead. His best friend couldn't be dead.

"I don't believe it. You really want your last words for me be 'clot pole'? That is not even a word."

Merlin almost choked on his sobs. Arthur looked at him with tired look on his face. But he smiled. And he was alive. The warlock smiled as he tried to wipe his tears away.

Arthur was too weak to hit him, so Merlin took his chance and actually hugged him. Well, as much as you can when other (fat) person is lying on ground and you are in pain and your other hand is broken. Arthur groaned of pain but, surprisingly, he lifted his other hand on Merlin's back and gently pressed him against the king.

It felt like an hour before Merlin let go of Arthur. Arthur had closed his eyes and didn't bother to open them anymore. Merlin was a warlock; of course he was smart enough to realize that he needed to rest.

"Arthur? Arthur?! Don't die!"

Then again, warlock or not, he was Merlin. Clumsy, idiot, lovable Merlin.

"I'm not dying, I'm resting you idiot", Arthur said with fake angry voice. With couple seconds of silence, Arthur heard how Merlin laid down right next to him. They both had same stupid smile on their faces.

"I'm sorry. I came a little late here. I'm sorry that you have to start all of this alone", Merlin said quietly. That made Arthur turn his head to warlock.

"No. This started years ago. And you were there. You were there by my side on the frontline. You always were and always will be."

They heard knights coming closer to them. Ready to take the king and his warlock back to Camelot. But they were already home. It was always home when they were together.