In desperation Merlin had finally called Kilgarrah and they were now flying toward The Isle of Avalon. Merlin was worried he had left it so late but all his efforts were now focused on keeping Arthur's still form safe. He was relieved to see they were approaching the island, Kilgarrah landed in the centre of the island. It was much like the Isle of the blessed in appearance although less ruined. The grass area was surrounded by ancient towers, and in the centre was a stone altar. The whole island gave off a strong old magical aura. Within seconds of them landing Merlin carefully dismounted with the still form of this friend, looking around he could see three priestesses approaching. They were all dressed in long white robes, but it was their expressions he noticed the most. They all looked incredibly wise and for the first time he began to feel hope.

Speaking to them he asked "Please help me. I have brought King Arthur to you, he has been injured by a sword forged in a dragon's breath, part of the sword resides near his heart. I cannot save him"

"We know why you have come, do you expect us to overturn the prophesy Emrys?" the centre priestess asked.

"He mustn't die, he can't die, it was my fault I should have stopped Mordred, please you have to help him. I willingly offer my life in return" Merlin's voice in rose panic he knew Arthur had very little time left. He was beginning to think the journey had been wasted. Arthur had lapsed into an unconscious state and was hardly breathing. Merlin couldn't believe that after all this his friend would die.

"We do not require a life for a life Emrys, but we can only attempt what you ask with your help. You are the greatest sorcerer that has ever lived or will live. The energy needed must be channelled though you. But first you must understand that in doing this we cannot know the effect it will have, you may die in the process, or worse you may never be able to use your magic again"

"I don't care what happens to me! Arthur must be saved we have to try" Merlin was desperate.

Kilgarrah moved forward from where he had landed:

"Young Warlock, think carefully about this. It was written that Arthur would die at Mordred's hand, you must not risk yourself in this way"

Merlin turned toward his old friend "Without Arthur I am nothing, as King he can bring back magic to Camelot, without him I can do nothing, I am nothing."

Turning back to the three women Merlin spoke once more "Arthur is almost dead we must act quickly please tell me what to do"

The priestesses looked at each other, and without a word being spoken they appeared to have come to an agreement. They placed Arthur on the stone altar and within minutes the ceremony began. The three priestesses and Merlin stood in a circle around Arthur. Merlin looked deep into his self and found his magical energy beginning to flow though his body. The group started to chant together, each touching the fingers of the person to each side, gradually the sky started to darken and lightening flashed. Merlin found that the energy flowing though his mind was more and more difficult to control, he had never needed so much of his magic, even at Camlann but he refused to give up. Merlin used every last ounce of his strength to channel the energy of their combined magic. He could feel it flow though his body, the pain in his mind become more and more, but he knew he couldn't give up. Arthur's life depended on it.

Suddenly the climax was reached and the entire energy of their joint magic flowed though Merlin and into Arthur. At that point Merlin knew they were going to do it. Arthur would live! He opened his eyes to see the broken shard of sword float above Arthur and the wound in his chest heal. Then the pain started he couldn't see or feel anything but the pain, Merlin dropped his arms and all went black as he fell lifeless to the floor.