A.N.: So, here I am again. And I'm freaking out and crying and depressed because merlin is over and I came up to share a bit of my angst with you. please give love to a heartbroken ficwritter making reviews! enjoy! Disclaimer: This fic was inspired in a Doctor Who's quote of the episode "The Doctor's Wife" and there are excerpts of the
Everything had gone wrong.
Merlin had succeeded in kill Morgana, Mordred and defeat the Saxons; war was over. But somehow, none of that mattered to him at that moment.
Everything that was going on in his head was that he had failed: With Camelot, with Arthur, the fate of protecting him. Even knowing it was his King's destiny to die in the Mordred's arms.
"Hey," Arthur said as he lay in his arms, pulling Merlin's whirl of thoughts and emotions that his head had turned. Mordred was Arthur's sword pierced a way that Merlin could not heal him, not with magic. The blade of the young druid was forged in the same way that Merlin forged Excalibur to Arthur. The blades were twins and at the same time the opposite: as light and darkness, as sky and earth.
"Do not speak," said Merlin still assessing the damage caused by the struggle "You are weak. If you try to make an effort ... "
"I'm going to die quicker?" Arthur said, laughing, "It's a fact Merlin. It was what had to happen. We won. And if my life was a price to be paid, it was a fair price. "At this moment the pain transpired more intensely on the King's face, letting Merlin only more desperate second by second. "Come, come closer. I need to tell you something before you leave. " Said Arthur." I've been looking for a word. A big, complicated word but so sad. I've found it now. "
"What word?"
"Alive. I feel alive. "
Merlin concluded that the organs were now stopping working. Since what he said made no sense.
"Alive isn't sad. "
"It's sad when it's over And that's the last time we'll talk. And my story, our story is over. "
"There's something I need to tell you." Said the warlock, with tears covering his face "Who killed Mordred was a sorcerer, the same who defeated the Saxons." He took a deep breath, knowing that he waited so long for the right time to tell. And now that time had come. He would tell him soon because the problem was that he had no more time at all: "It was me. Arthur. I am a sorcerer "
The king's eyes, almost trying too hard to stay focused stared at the servant's face. There was understanding in that look, along with some understanding. After all, many things made a lot of sense now.
"I think this changes things."
"I know."
"I still need to tell you something else" - said Arthur.
"Goodbye."
"No, I just wanted to say hello. Hello Merlin. "The king said, holding the hand of his servant harder. "It is a great pleasure to finally meet you."
"Please...I don't want you to, please. "
"I love you." He said, giving his the last smile of his life. "And I always will. "- Said the king, and so, having said these last words, he left.
"The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
(W. H. Auden)