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Epilogue:

After Arthur and the knights got over the shock (which involved quiet a lot of stuttering and stupid question being asked on Arthur's and knights' part) that Merlin could be quiet scary when he wanted too and had just threatened king Sarrum, destroyed the treaty between Camelot and Amata, just like Arthur wanted and made sure King Sarrum didn't declare war on Peryglus, well he could... He just wouldn't like the consequences.

Merlin and Arthur both singed the peace treaty, between Camelot and the druids. And Merlin warned him, it could be a long time before Peryglus formed a treaty with Camelot. A lot of the people who lived in Peryglus had been wronged by the Pendragon family. Even if they didn't blame the sins of the father on the son, Arthur had made many mistakes and done many wrongs to the magical community.

Before Merlin and Freya returned to Peryglus, Geoffrey offered to write and record Merlin's adventures in Camelot. Merlin for his part was surprised. He never really thought his adventures were worthy of being written about. He had simply done what he had to, to protect his friends and the people they cared about. But he had done many amazing things, so he agreed to return to Camelot in order to help Geoffrey.

The following dawn, Peryglus went to war with Mordred the dark on the plains of Camlann. The battle raged for seven day and seven nights. The battle only ended when Merlin destroyed Mordred the dark.

Day One:

Dawn light was only just visible in the sky to the east, a thin layer of cloud covered the sky and a weak wind whistled through the plains.

Every man, women and beast stood ready for Mordred's attack.

Magic and metal would fight side by side in this battle and they would be victories.

The distant sound of marching feet filled the air, Mordred's forces were on there way.

Across the plain where Mordred's forces marched, an army of Orcs were making there way towards Dinas Sicrhau and the mountains that stood behind it.

In a cave high above the Dinas, Merlin stood watching. A sword in hand, he just watched, waiting for the first sign of the enemies approach.

Deeper in the cave Zafira lay waiting for Merlin to signal the battle was beginning.

As Mordred's forces finally reach the Dinas, a horn sounds, as the sound echoes everyone readies there weapons ready for the battle to being.

Zafira joins Merlin at the mouth of the cave and they watch as they battle begins below them.

Archers in the Dinas and in the mountains, fire their first round of arrows at the enemy.

The sky seems to darken with their arrows, as they rain down on the enemy.

Raising his sword above his head, Merlin takes one last look at the enemy as Zafira roars a stream of fire into the sky.

High in the mountains a roar sounds, seconds later a black blur drops from one of the caves and dives straight for the enemy.

Merlin lies flats against Zafira's back, as the shower the enemy in flames. As they pull back towards the sky, a war cry sounds and the battle truly begins.

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Day Two:

Sefa gripped the bow in her hands, she was ready for the next wave of attackers.

Beside Sefa, Kara stood watching the enemy approach, the row of archers in front of them fire.

Pulling arrows from their quivers, both Kara and Sefa prepare to fire.

But before they have a chance there is a mighty roar form above and Kilgharrah swoops down and showers the enemy in hot orange flames.

Everyone draw their close combat weapons and prepare for the enemy advancing through the flames.

With a deafening war cry the enemy are upon them and on both sides people are falling.

Sefa and Kara are soon forced to fight back to back as the enemy close in.

As Kara kills yet another enemy, she hears a gasp of pain from behind.

Sefa looks down at the sword, which was stabbed through her middle and she only just has the strength to kill her enemy before she falls to the ground.

Kara lets out a cry as she watches Sefa fall to the ground.

Turning she is quick to kill the last of the enemy that surround them, before dropping to Sefa's side.

Pressing he hands to Sefa's wound, Kara tries to recall a healing spell strong enough to heal such a wound.

Suddenly she is being pulled, as a healer kneels down beside her wounded friend.

Kara turned towards the plains of Camlann, she was going to make them pay, even if it was the last thing she ever did.

Day Three:

Gilli's grip on his sword tightened, as he watched the battle below him unfold and he couldn't help but be glad they had dragons on their side.

Bercilak stood beside him, ready for the battle, he like so many others had been healed of previous injuries, so were ready for battle, but that didn't stop the slight pain he still felt.

Three days this battle had lasted now, but neither side seemed to winning and Mordred's forces didn't seem to reduce in number... If it continued like this for much longer, Mordred would win.

All around them the sounds of battle sounded, even above them, high in the sky battles were raging and a mighty storm was gathering.

Strikes of brilliant white lightning rained down on the advancing enemy, causing Gilli to glance round.

Standing on a ridge over looking the battle stood Merlin, staff in hand and looking ever bit the powerful warlock he is.

With a war cry, Gilli, Bercilak and the army around them charged towards the battle below them, sliding down the ridge and throwing themselves into the fray.

They would win this battle, Gilli was sure of it... They were going to win, they had to.

As Bercilak cuts through the enemy like they're water, he knows if they fail to win this battle, no one will be able to save Albion... Not even Emrys could stop an army of this power by himself.

The enemy continue to fall as they battle there way forward, lightning takes care of those to strong to be killed by swords and magic alone and for the first time that day, it finally seemed like the enemy was reducing in numbers.

Bercilak forced his sword through the breastplate of an Orc, before spinning as an explosion echoed around them, the ridge where Merlin had been standing was completely destroyed.

Gilli's eyes widen as he sees Morgana standing ahead of them, a wicked grin and mad hair, make her look all the more terrifying... Gilli knew Merlin hoped that some of the old Morgana had remained, even though she had been possessed and maybe just maybe, she wouldn't attack her own kind, but it seemed luck wasn't on their side today.

As yells to fall back sound, Bercilak cannot help but feel this battle was about to take a turn for the worse and he had no doubt Merlin was going to be at the centre of it... Morgana hated Merlin, Mordred knew Merlin was the only one capable of winning this battle and Morgana was possessed by Mordred's sister, who just happened to hate him too.

Morgana's wicked laugh echoes after them as they fall back, but is suddenly cut off as a single bolt of lightning strikes the ridge around her.

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Day Four:

Hunith was working as fast as she could, treating and cleaning as many wounds as she could.

But it wasn't enough, so many casualties were being bought in, the healers were finding it hard to treat and save those who truly needed the help the most.

Outside there is a mighty explosion, the ground shakes.

The enemy is getting closer.

As Hunith finishes treating one women wound, a cry goes up for help in the court yard and Hunith doesn't hesitate to offer her help.

Entering the court yard, Hunith is meet by the sight of hundreds of injured people.

But she can not turn her gaze away from the young women, sitting among the injured.

It was Freya.

Forgetting all about the people around her, Hunith makes her way towards Freya and quickly checks her for wounds.

Freya is quickly to wave Hunith off, telling her there were people with far worse injuries then her and she was more than capable of healing herself.

As Hunith makes her way towards those with more serious injuries, she doesn't even notice that, which is about to seal her fate.

An explosion rips through the air and Freya turns, just in time to see Hunith and the left side of the courtyard be engulfed in flames.

Suddenly she no longer on the ground, as arms wrap around her.

Merlin holds her close as Zafira pulls clear of the flames, which had claimed the life of his mother.

Day Five:

Daegal stood watching the battle from one of the Dinas' many windows, the glass had long since been blown out and pieces of shattered class littered the floor of the hall.

The battle had been raging for five days now and neither side seemed any closer to gaining the victory they wanted.

Tyr hurried down the hall towards where Daegal stood, as he joined Daegal he looked out the window and shuddered slightly as he remembered the injury that had bought him and Daegal here.

Below them half the courtyard was a mass of black scorch marks and ash, the other half was a mass of collapsed wall and broken stone.

The spell which had caused all the damage, had used so much magic, you could still feel the dark energy in the air... But it had killed many of Mordred's sorcerers in the process, but that did nothing to dull the sense of loss that hung in the air.

Neither Daegal or Tyr had seen Merlin since the day before, his mother had been killed in the courtyard below them and Freya had nearly suffered the same fate.

Shaking his head Daegal turned away from the window, his mother had died, he knew the pain Merlin must be feeling... But in the heat of battle Merlin had no one to support him and offer him comfort.

Freya was with him, that Daegal knew, but she would no doubt would be as upset as Merlin was and just as shaken as the others who had survived that powerful a spell... It was pure, corrupted magic.

Glancing at Daegal, Tyr tried not to think about the pain Merlin must be suffering... He didn't know what he would have done if it had been his mother and he'd been unable to save her.

Hunith was the only family Merlin had known for most of his life, even his uncle, Gaius, he had not known well until his mother sent him to Camelot... Hunith's death was going to be a hard thing to come to terms with.

As more injured are bought into the courtyard, Tyr watches the healers rush towards them, but for some reason could not move to offer them his help.

Most of the injured were taken straight to the druids, who had set up medical camps higher in the mountains... The Dinas was no longer safe.

A roar sounds and the great dragons shadow passes over the courtyard, the orange glow of flames lights the sky beyond the Dinas' walls, as the great dragon rains fire sown on the enemy.

Neither Daegal or Tyr noticed the enemy which approached from behind.

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Day Six:

Alator of the Catha, stood tall and proud among the bodies of those he and rest of the Catha had just slain.

Even though they had killed all in their path, the battle was no longer going in their favour.

Their forces were rapidly decreasing in number, while no matter how many they killed, Mordred's forces never weakened or decrease in number.

Finna slowly moved through the bodies, checking to make sure all were dead, they could not afford for one to still be alive and take them by surprise.

As she continued to move through the bodies, she glances up for a moment as the great dragon flies over.

No body had seen Merlin since his mother died, but he hadn't left the battle.

Attack after attack had be thrown at the enemy and all attacks were spells cast by Merlin, Zafira had even come to their aid.

It seemed Merlin was hiding in the shadows, unseen, but always there, saving them, helping them and giving them the will to carry on.

The sky above was still stormy, but the rain only fell on the enemy, even though Morgana had tried change the spell to their favour.

Merlin's magic was strong, he was Emrys after all, but even his magic had it's limits...

Well his magic had no limits, but his body does, using such strong magic for such a long period of time drains the body of energy and Merlin had been powering this spell for days, as well as the magic he used in battle.

Alator turned and watched Finna, she was watching the sky and he knew she was thinking about Merlin.

The one they were all so willing to fight for.

The one they were willing to die for.

Day Seven:

Zafira landed on the uneven ground, the area around her was silent and still, in the distance the battle was still raging and they were slowly losing.

Merlin jumped down from Zafira's back and glanced round, this, he was sure, was the where he needed to be.

He stared at the path that run through the base of a narrow canyon, this was the path from his vision, he was sure of it.

Nodding to Zafira, Merlin turned and began the long walk along the path... If he was wrong, his only chance to win this war, was missed.

After walking until his legs burned, he stopped at a door way, the runes covered into the stone were old, but Merlin had no trouble reading them.

"The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead, and the dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut."

Taking a deep breath, Merlin walks through the door way and into the darkness.

Above him, hundreds of skulls hanging from old ropes and chains, hang.

As he passes below them, they seem to move, as if watching him.

A shiver runs down his spine, as hollow screams echo around him, the dead that could find no peace... The dead how could not enter the other world.

All who haunted here, were those killed by Mordred, their powers taken from them and their blood spilled.

Up a head there was a light, a way out, a way to end the battle and a way to defeat Mordred the dark.

A way to help the dead rest in peace and a way to help the living, too.

Finally reaching the second door way, Merlin stops for a second, before continuing on his mission and behind him, the dead follow.

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Hey, hope you liked that. I finally completed this story! Look out for Arthur's Bane - Part one, I'll be putting it up soon. Until then,

Blessed be,

TreeOfLife1997.