I'm dying to see how the next season will be and how the events will unravel. This is how the story should go in my opinion. This takes place after the fourth season.

She couldn't believe how everything had ended so fast. Everything she had planned for so long… gone in a heartbeat. How could she have failed like that? This wasn't how things were supposed to go. She was to take the throne and kill her irritating brother. She was to control Camelot and every living soul in it, she was to form the strongest army this era had ever seen and she was to find Emrys and kill him. But her carefully planned scheme had failed and now she was left with nothing, again.

Morgause was dead, Helios was dead, Agravaine was dead. Everyone had died on her. She was alone once more while her brother was gloating in his victory, probably crowning that unworthy servant…

A searing pain coming from her side caused Morgana to double over and gasp. She could no longer walk, she could feel the blood oozing from her wound like a furious river and trailing down her waist.

She had to keep on, she had to continue walking. She couldn't stop, not now. Not ever.

Morgana's knees gave out and she felt to the ground, powerless. This was her end. She would die here, on this gloomy and humid forest, and she would never have the peace she sought.

Her head collided with her outstretched arm as her strength left her completely. She had her emerald eyes wide open; she wanted to absorb what would be her last images in this life. She wanted them to be carved in her mind so that she would have something to hold onto in her passing.

Slowly, her eyelids began to shut closed and her world turned pitch black.

I

"There'll be no rest for anyone until Morgana's found" Arthur's voice roared amongst his knights "If she's alive, make sure she's no threat to you and capture her. If she's recovered her powers, don't hesitate to attack her. It will be your life or hers and she's a desperate soul. She'll do anything, and I repeat anything, to stay alive" The eerie silence among Arthur's troops was unnerving. They all knew that, despite the King's cold mask, he was still hurting for Morgana's betrayal "If she's dead… bring her body back to me. She'll receive a proper funeral in Camelot as the princess she once was" Arthur looked at every one of his knights to make sure they all had understood everything he had said. When his eyes landed on Merlin's, he was thrown aback upon seeing his manservant's look of complete understanding, as if he was feeling the same way Arthur did. The King forced himself to tear away his gaze from Merlin's and focus on his men again "It's time" He said and his knights mounted his horses, ready to leave at Arthur's command.

The King walked down to where Merlin was standing and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Stay here, Merlin" He said, looking like a fragile boy instead of a powerful King. He squeezed Merlin's shoulder as a goodbye and was about to leave when his manservant's voice stopped him.

"No. I'll go with you" He replied, determination brimming in his eyes "Morgana is dangerous" Merlin knew that he wasn't going to convince Arthur that way. In his eyes, Merlin was just a clumsy servant. What good could he be against a powerful sorceress? But he had to go with him; he couldn't let him go alone. Morgana was too powerful, even if she was injured, and it was his destiny to ensue Arthur's safety for the welfare of the Kingdom "Besides, if I don't go with you then who's gonna prevent Morgana for kicking your butt like a little girl?"

Arthur snorted and looked away. He wasn't expecting Merlin's pranks in a moment like that "You're right, Merlin" He said in that annoying voice of his.

"I am?" Merlin asked, bewildered. It had to be the first time that Arthur admitted him being right.

"If I leave you here, Morgana might come back and use your dead body to sweep the floor of the whole castle. I just can't let that happen" Arthur feigned worry "I really don't have the time to look for a new servant right now" He added and then turned around to head to his own horse.

Merlin clucked and watched his prankster King mount his horse.

At least he got to join them...

II

"HEAD NORTH!" Arthur shouted and the knights pulled on the reigns to turn back around.

Unfortunately, Merlin had been out of earshot so as to hear his King's command. He kept on riding south with his eyes trained on the horizon line. He wasn't sure why but he could feel his heart constricting and, all of a sudden, he remembered Morgana lying in his arms, struggling to breathe.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and focused on the task at hand. She was a sworn enemy of Camelot, she was no longer the kind and compassionate girl she had been. He had to keep that in mind.

He kicked the horse into a gallop. The sun was setting and it would not be safe anymore. Well, as safe as one could be with Morgana out on the loose.

He had been riding nonstop for half a candlemark when he saw something. A body, definitely a woman's lying on the grass with her back to him.

"It's her. It's Morgana" He whispered to himself "I found her!" Merlin yelled and his voice nearly echoed.

When no response came forth, Merlin turned around.

There was no one there. He must have separated from the group without noticing. He returned his gaze to Morgana's limp form on the floor. Arthur's orders had been clear: To return Morgana to Camelot, shackled or lifeless, it did not matter.

Merlin dismounted with an agile jump and patted the horse to calm her down. Apparently, the mere presence of the sorceress was enough to unsettle the mare. He walked down to where Morgana was lying with cautiousness. She could easily be trying to trick him into a trap and he did not want to fall prisoner to her. He had once and it had been… painful.

He trained his eyes on her back. She didn't seem to be breathing. With a little more urgency than before, Merlin circled Morgana's body and kneeled in front of her. He brought two fingers to her neck, to find her pulse. It was gone.

Suddenly, he panicked. He didn't want Morgana dead and he didn't know why. She had tried to kill him in several occasions; she had plotted against Camelot endlessly and threatened to hurt his friends. He should despise this woman, yet his actions indicated contrarily. Without losing time to think, he placed a hand over her heart and another in her forehead and closed his eyes. He had no idea what he was doing; he had merely acted out of an impulse. But something seemed to have worked as a strange warmth spread through his body and down the length of his limbs until it was out of his system.

And into Morgana's.

He opened his eyes and stared in fright and confusion as Morgana took in a sharp breath and her heart, beneath his palm, began to hammer against her chest.

He fell on his rear, shocked. She was alive. She had brought Morgana back to life.

She seemed to be as shocked and frightened as him, not quite understanding what had just transpired. Had she died?

Her emerald eyes met sea blue and locked for what seemed to be the longest time. He had saved her. She was about to speak when Arthur's voice reverberated through the trees.

"MERLIN!"

He was near.

FIN

Should I continue? I'm exploring new grounds here, since season five will not air for a while. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. I certainly did :) If people like it and want me to continue it'll be my pleasure. I promise angst, romance, danger and steamy scenes ;)