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As Merlin took in the figure standing outside his door...his smile turned blank.

“No…”

Arthur paused at the front door to a humble wooden cottage in what appeared to be the only forest left in the lands he once called home, stunned at the blatant rejection that came his way from his long time friend.

Whom he should add was in what was perhaps the most ridiculously garments he’s ever seen in all of Albion. A brown shirt that appeared to be of a different material than Merlin ever wore in Camelot, or Arthur for that matter. Blue trousers that appeared rather ripped in some parts to the knees. And black shoes with an abundance of laces. No neckerchief to be seen at all.

And how did Merlin even get a home of his own? And so far from Camelot at that? None of this makes sense to him at all!

“Merlin please I don’t know why I’m here I just know that it relates to you somehow.”

Merlin’s gaze however seemed distant as if he wasn’t even in the same plane of existence as Arthur.

“Merlin?” Arthur placed a hand on his shoulder.

Merlin flinched, blasting Arthur back 20 meters toward a tree with the force of his golden eyes.

“No no no no no no no…” Merlin continues to mutter beneath his breath looking as if he would collapse at any moment.

Arthur meanwhile groaned as he got back to his feet. Merlin just attacked him with magic…is he evil after all? NO! He shook his head of those thoughts as he banished his father’s words from his mind.

If Merlin were evil, he had more than enough time to actually kill him or destroy Camelot in all the years he’s been there. Merlin is his friend; he should work hard to keep an open mind.

“Merlin” Arthur kept his hands where Merlin could see them, well if Merlin would actually gaze up at him. “I’m sorry but please I need your help, I don’t know why I’m alive again but I do know that that magic lady from the lake said that my destiny was intwined with yours.”

Merlin finally looked Arthur in the eye, with a face so stoic and cold that Arthur had to hold back a flinch of his own as he only saw that look once before from his friend right before he died as he stabbed Morgana with his sword.

“Destiny you say!” Merlin spat as a glare began to form.

Arthur than looked on as Merlin reached into the pocket of his odd looking trousers and pulled out a small rectangular looking metal box.

“You stay right there”

“Merlin---”

“I said stay there!”

“…Alright…alright I will”

Arthur saw as Merlin kept pressing his finger into the box. Why? He didn’t know. But than Merlin began speaking to it, Arthur began to wonder if his former manservant had gone mad and then he tried to listen carefully to what Merlin was saying.

“…need you” “…please” “…can’t do this”

Arthur wondered if this was some magical hocus pocus, perhaps Merlin was communicating with another sorcerer? If so than who? Did they also live in Camelot without his knowledge? Arthur’s thoughts halted when he heard Merlin shout.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S HERE TOO!”

Arthur was now very curious as to who “he” could be but if Merlin was stressed before just seeing Arthur, he now seems ready to cause a hurricane just by his hyperventilation alone.

“Arrrgghh!” The magic box shattered as Merlin in his rage tossed it at the nearest wall.

All that could be heard was the deep breaths from Merlin as he tried to maintain his sanity. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t go through this again. In fact, he won’t!

Merlin looked at Arthur still standing by the tree with a look of concern at the sight of his old friend unraveling at the seams.

“Take your Destiny and shove it so far up your bum you could floss your teeth with it!” *SLAM* Arthur was now alone outside the cottage as Merlin escaped inside locking the door behind him.

*“Well that could have gone better”* Arthur was now at a loss at what to do. Merlin was clearly not the same Merlin he was prior to his death. Surely he couldn’t have changed in just a few days?

In any event Arthur knew that if his beloved wife were here she’d say to simply give Merlin time, to allow him to calm down and try again later. Very well, he’ll wait right here. Perhaps there’s some game he can hunt in the meanwhile and he can shelter in what looks to be some kind of … shed? But what is that metal monstrosity with what looks to be 4 fat wheels covered in dry mud?

*“I can’t wait until I can return to Camelot, Guinevere no doubt has been ruling well in my stead”* Arthur smiled at the thought of reuniting with his wife once more. She must have been heartbroken when he died, but soon he’ll put a smile on her face again.

For now, Arthur decided to lay against the tree and rest his eyes for a bit, hopefully when he wakes up Merlin will be up to talking.

*SPLASH*

Arthur jerked awake as he felt a wet sensation on his body and realized he’d just been…rained on? Huh? How the now night sky was clear without a cloud in sight as far as he can tell.

Then of course the answer presented itself…herself, glowing golden eyes and all. But how is she alive????

Like Merlin she also wore strange clothing, though hers was far more scandalous than anything she ever wore in Camelot under Uther’s reign. By the gods he could see her ankles, her legs and is that some cleavage?!?!

She also didn’t really look happy seeing him, but was somewhat amused by his surprised look. Dare he say that it brought Arthur memories of a time he wishes would return.

“Morgana?”

Morgana’s eyes returned to its emerald green, as she sighed rubbing her forehead.

“Hello brother, as always you tend to create problems where there shouldn’t be.”

Arthur’s shocked expression morphed into a stern glare. “As if you have any leg to stand on.”

A leveled look is all the response he got, as if this discussion wasn’t even worth getting angry over. Simply confusing Arthur even more as to what’s changed in his sister, but more importantly…

“I thought Merlin killed you?”

Morgana’s eyebrow rose as she looked above him, the memory returning to her as she remembered the sensation of Merlin running her through with Excalibur.

“It’s a rather long story and quite frankly I doubt you have the attention span for it” Morgana looked back at the cottage with a look of concern and what appears to be…sorrow? Wistful?

“I’m letting you know right now; I’ll make sure you die for good if you’re going to take over Camelot again.” Arthur rose to his feet and kept his sword gripped tightly at his side, ready for anything Morgana might throw at him.

Morgana’s neck practically whiplashed as she looked at Arthur in shock than confusion.

“Camelot?”

“Did you suddenly forget the very kingdom that was your home? The one you tried to conquer time and time again?!” Arthur was getting quite annoyed at her playing the fool, he didn’t have time for this. She could be trying to get revenge at Merlin and he had to protect him. Getting ready to enter his fighting stance.

“…” Morgana was stunned, she didn’t really know what to say to this before she realized.

“Arthur…what year is this”

Arthur paused, why would she ask him something so ridiculous? What did the current year have to do with the situation?

“This is a rather pitiful attempt at distracting me from your schemes Morgana I must say I expected better”

“Would you just answer the damn question!” Morgana has no patience for his stubbornness.

Arthur looked skeptical, but figured what the hell, he’ll humor her.

“537 in the year of the Christian God, 127 years after the Romans left Albion. What else would it be, now why are you here?!”

Morgana’s mouth practically was a black hole, suddenly it made sense why he brought up Camelot, why he acted as though they had just seen each other moments ago when for her it was…but yes for Arthur it would be nothing more than mere moments since his death.

*Sigh* “Ok Arthur I’m starting to see the issue now” Morgana had to gather her thoughts as she contemplated how best to inform Arthur that he isn’t anywhere near that time period…or Camelot.

“The only issue I see is you, you still haven’t told me why you’re here!” Arthur honestly couldn’t tell why Morgana was trying so hard to pretend she wasn’t trying to kill him and Merlin. He’d been fooled by so many people all his life and he wasn’t about to let her do it again.

“I live here Arthur, this is my home and you are the interloper so I’d speak with a bit more respect If I were you.”

“Your home?!”

“Did I stutter?”

“B-but but this is Merlin’s?!”

“Yes.”

“But you just said it was yours!” Arthur had enough of her mind games, he wanted a straight answer damnit!

“It is, we live together Arthur, that tends to happen when you’ve been married for centuries.” Morgana than left it at that as she finally moved to open the front door and bade for Arthur to enter.

Arthur stood stunned, unable to move and barely think coherently.

*“Married?! Merlin?? Morgana?? Merlin AND Morgana?!?! Together?!?!?!”*

But that last word is what really shook him to his core sending shivers down his spine colder than any of the lake water he crawled out of or the breezy autumn air blowing around him.

“Centuries…?”

Morgana looked at him with a look that appeared to be one of understanding, most people who knew the truth had similar reactions, unfortunately most if not all of them no longer dwell among the living.

“Yes Arthur, Merlin and I are immortal, we never died, nor will we ever so long as the Goddess wills it”

“…”

“Or at least in my case. Merlin, or rather Emrys is a force of nature, Emrys is the physical embodiment of all magic, he will never fade less the very Earth itself were to be destroyed. So as long as the planet lives on, then so too will he.”

Arthur could barely begin to digest all this sudden information, he—he had to sit down.

He felt an arm wrap around his shoulders…Morgana’s.

“Come let’s get you inside, I bet your having a mental overload at the moment” Morgana helped Arthur into the cottage and Arthur finally had a look at the rather odd-looking home. Some things familiar but others very foreign to him.  

For one, the room to the right of the front door there was a rather large comfy looking bed chair thing? It was rather long so he couldn’t tell if it was meant as a seat or a bed. He assumed a chair as beds don’t bend. To the wall in front of said comfy seat was a rather large black metal box that seemed to cover a large portion of the wall. Was that another magic box? In between the seat and the box was a simple table, at least that was familiar.

The room to the left of the door appeared to be where food was kept. But there was this rather large white box with a door on top and below, making a rather ominous noise.

“What is that?!” Arthur tried to break free from Morgana’s hold but she steadfast as she looked at his gaze’s location.

“That’s just a refrigerator Arthur” Morgana’s tone couldn’t be more unimpressed.

“…I’m so bloody confused…” Arthur just wanted to lie down at wake up from his nightmare.

Morgana laid him on the sofa making sure however to magic his filthy armor off which startled Arthur. He remembered just who the hell he was with, and now he was vulnerable and gripped his sword turning his knuckles bright white.

“Oh would you relax already, if I wanted you dead don’t you think you’d be dead the second I laid eyes on your rather buffoonish looking self?” Morgana rolled her eyes as she opened a door beneath a staircase and stored the armor on shelved…was that a compartment of sorts?

“I don’t know what you want…and it appears I know even less than I realized” As if it weren’t enough, he never knew about Merlin’s magic or what he did for Camelot…now apparently, he’s some sort of God and he and Morgana are old as hell and married??? She has to be lying! Another one of her hocus pocus mind tricks! There’s no way this is real!

Morgana looked at Arthur with a mixture of annoyance and pity, he had to give her credit she was giving this performance of hers all she got, but he won’t be fooled for a second!

A noise than began in Morgana’s pocket, Arthur grew curious and surprised that she also had a small metal box that she can speak to. Looked similar to the one Merlin used earlier.

“What is that magic contraption?!”

Morgana paused briefly, magic contraption? Huh?

“This is a cellphone; now hush I need to take this”

“A what?!”

“Ssshhh!” Morgana’s eyes glowed as she silenced Arthur’s voice and went to speak to the caller in the kitchen.

Now this was outrageous! How dare she take his voice! But before he could try anything he heard a name that brought mixed emotions to his heart.

“You can come tomorrow morning Mordred.”

Mordred is here too?!?! What’s going on?!?!

“Don’t ask about Merlin please, he isn’t going to kill you if that’s what your wondering, if anything once he's calmed down he'll be happy to see you again. But it’s best for you both to give him his space.”

Mordred was asking about Merlin? Why? Did he want to kill him too?! And why is Morgana acting like this?! Like some kind of concerned…wife?

*“NO!” I refuse to fall for her tricks! This is just to let my guard down so she’ll strike, I’ll not be made a fool of by her again!”* Especially since the last time Arthur fell for Morgana’s sick sinister scheme his wife was possessed, and the time before that? Agravaine. He had banished his wife, caused Gaius’ torture and both times he must have caused Merlin pain. If only he knew what exactly, he wished Merlin would speak to him.

There was so much he was in the dark on, it was honestly depressing that he did not inspire trust in the one man who believed in him from the start…

“Arthur is here as well, yes I know you two aren’t exactly best friends but you’ll just have to play nice when you arrive.”

Mordred is coming here?! Now he knows Morgana is up to something! She’s trying to repeat Camlann! He has to get to Merlin and warn him quickly! But where is he? There’s only one more door that leads to the garden behind the cottage. So surely that means his chambers must be upstairs!

Arthur very stealthily got up from the couch and up the stairs without alerting Morgana of his actions, things would get very bad if he had to fight her on his own.

Gripping Excalibur just in case he slowly made it to the top as he heard Morgana about to be done with the conversation.

Upstairs seemed to only have 3 chambers. 1 was empty of people but had a rather soft looking modest sized bed and what appeared to be glass where the window should be? He’ll have to figure that out later.

Another looked to be a smaller room but a strange looking white seat with water inside. Next to it a glass box with something on the wall pointing down. Finally there was a mirror, below it being a table of sorts with 2 silver bowl shaped mechanisms that when turned poured out water.

Arthur was astonished at this discovery but remembered his goal. One chamber left, and the door was closed.

Turning the handle gently, he was pulled away harshly as he looked back at Morgana’s unimpressed gaze.

“Really? Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice?”

“…” Arthur just glared at her

“..? Oh right here’s your voice back” A flash of gold and finally Arthur can feel his voice returning with a groan of his throat.

“Though I’ll admit it was funny watching your excited face seeing water coming out of a sink”

Arthur couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, remembering the times when they were children when a prank of his was foiled by Morgana than tattling him to Uther.

“Arthur no matter what it is you think is going on, trust me when I say that Merlin can’t and won’t see you now” Morgana for once going for a more calm and gentle approach.

Arthur’s skepticism raging full force as he shook her hand off his shoulder.

“You think I’m going to trust anything you say after I heard you bringing Mordred here?!”

Morgana looked at the door behind him, wondering if Merlin was awoken by the disturbance. When she sensed he was still asleep she dragged Arthur to the guest room while closing the door.

“Look Arthur I’m just going to say it, you’ve been dead a long time. And quite frankly Merlin doesn’t need to deal with this horseshit, not now not ever.” Crossing her arms, it’s as if Morgana were erecting a wall between him and Merlin, herself being the wall.

“Oh here we go, yeah yeah you’re Immortal. How stupid do you take me for?!”

“Do you really want me to answer that brother dearest?”

“Don’t call me that! You’ve made it perfectly clear how you feel about our family!” Arthur remembering all the times she caused chaos to him, to their father especially.

“I’m not going to apologize for anything Arthur. Uther deserved everything he got and if you were even half the man Merlin insisted you were, we may never have had to be enemies.” Morgana calmly explained, not bothered by at all by Arthur’s rage, as if he was merely a child throwing a tantrum. Well considering the age gap…he might as well be.

“He loved you…a lot more than he ever loved me. He never would have hurt you” Arthur clenching his fists as he remembered all the times Uther favored Morgana despite the fact that at the time, she was but his ward. All of it making sense when it was revealed she was in fact his daughter, he never stood a chance.

“Oh please, his hatred of magic would not have forbidden him from seeing me burnt or worse forcing me to live a lie!” Morgana’s calm demeanor finally showing cracks as Arthur smirked, finally the real Morgana reveals herself.

“Given all your actions with magic, you haven’t exactly done anything to prove him wrong”

Morgana glared viciously at him, before regaining her composure…lest she squeezes the life out of him.

“It seems death didn’t change you at all, you’re still the poor fool who puts his daddy on a pedestal.”

“Father may have had his flaws but he did what he believed was right, you and Morgause only reinforced those beliefs.”

“You couldn’t be more wrong you imbecile. But I suppose it’s simply the result of Merlin telling you that Morgause lied about the truth of your mother.” Morgana smirking at Arthur’s shocked expression.

He had some nerve barging into her life and creating a ruckus of the peace she and Merlin have finally garnered for themselves.

To force past memories back into the surface, well two can play at that game…

“You’re lying! Merlin would never….” Arthur paused, but Merlin would, he HAS lied before. About so many things, in that case what was the truth and what was false???

“Of course he lied, in his eyes you killing Uther would have been a terrible way to begin your reign. Not only would you have committed regicide but patricide and that wouldn’t have been such a good look on your privileged image.” Morgana remembering when Merlin first revealed this to her how angry she had gotten that his actions saved Uther.

Of course, by that point in time who cared anymore when Uther’s bones have long turned to dust.

Any refute Arthur had was stopped when he realized that yes…that is something Merlin would do. All the times Merlin tried to get him to show mercy to his foes…why wouldn’t he do the same for his father?

“I don’t understand! Merlin’s magic right?! So why wouldn’t he want my father dead?! It would have freed him, freed you, your people!”

Morgana sighed “I asked him that myself, he simply thought you’d have never forgiven yourself if you killed Uther no matter what he was guilty for”

Arthur thought about it, could he have really gone through with it? At the time it was assuredly yes, but looking back he can say he was glad Merlin stopped him. He didn’t want to be responsible for losing his only remaining parent at the time…not like it mattered since the sorcerer he trusted to heal his father killed him instead.

“I of course felt no such shame or guilt”

Arthur came alert as he looked at Morgana in confusion than dread

“You didn’t…”

Morgana’s quirked her brow, “Why not? I made it no secret my disdain toward daddy dearest plus you know that Agravaine served me. It was quite easy really.”

Arthur’s blood ran cold, he remembered that day clearly, the worst decision of his life. But Morgana was responsible???

"So Dragoon worked for you as well???”

Morgana looked confused, Dragoon? Ah yes now she remembered.

“Ah you mean Merlin in his elder form; oh please didn’t we just discuss that he practically saved Uther from your wrath years prior to this. You think he could have possibly done this? No brother, Merlin genuinely tried to heal your father with his magic, the amulet I had Agravaine put on Uther was enchanted to reverse any spell used on him.

In simple terms that even a halfwit like you can comprehend, the spell with which Merlin intended to heal Uther with, ended up killing him instead. So yeah I killed Uther and by the gods I wish I did it sooner”

Arthur could barely control the rage he felt as he remembered how shocked Drago---Merlin appeared. Only now does Arthur see he was sincere, and Arthur just branded him a criminal and ordered his guards to seize him.

“You disgust me”

Morgana snorted in retaliation.

“If only your opinion mattered to me. You’d honestly be shocked if you knew even half of what Merlin’s done for you.”

Arthur was beginning to get a clear idea in his head, but he doubts it’ll come close to the reality. How long has Merlin had to protect him, and why even bother?

“Honestly, after Merlin finally revealed the truth to me I just hated you even more”

“No difference there” Arthur retorted.

“Oh there is…do you know how much I wish Merlin would have chosen me even just once instead of you?!” Morgana, no longer feeling spiteful now began to speak earnestly.

Arthur was a bit puzzled by her choice of words.

”It was always about you! You were the golden boy of Camelot! Uther’s heir! Gaius only ever helped you yet left me to rot in my nightmares!

And because of Destiny, you were Merlin’s chain! By the goddess he even went as far as to poison me for you!”

Shocked, Arthur asked what she meant.

“When the Knights of Medhir attacked, apparently, I was the source of the sleeping spell. Morgause, all along used me. For years I thought Merlin had simply forsaken me as his friend as his …” She caught herself before she could say more, but Arthur finished her word.

“Love. You were lovers even then?”

“Not like we could broadcast it at the time Arthur”

Arthur didn’t know what broadcast meant but will simply ask about it later.

“At any rate it’s not like I believed Merlin when he told me, it was when a…friend of his shall we say who hated my very existence verified it for me by revealing his memories of the event. Let’s just say I hated him right back, just as much if not more. I was glad when he died.”

“Who are you speaking of?”

“To you he would be the Great Dragon, to Merlin he was Kilgarrah, fucking lizard...STOP” Morgana catching Arthur before he could interrupt. “This conversation is getting long, so long story short Merlin is also a Drgaonlord and only received his powers when Balinor his father died. Yes, he was his father and no he didn’t know until the day before you left when Gaius told him”

Okay…Arthur agreed they should end this little talk before his brain turned to mush. But he needed to know one thing…desperately.

“Camelot…what happened to Camelot???”

“…Arthur the current year is 2021. It’s been roughly 1500 years since your death and around 1400 since Camelot was reduced to rubble and myth. The Saxons eventually won, take comfort knowing however that it happened only after Gwen had died to a peaceful reign”

This is too much, Arthur collapsed on the bed. Willing himself not to shed any tears in front of Morgana, but the thought that his wife and home are gone…that he’s in the far future that everything he ever knew was not at all what it seemed...it took all he had not to sob like a child in front of his sister and…former enemy?

“Sleep. Tomorrow will no doubt be a much more exhausting day for all of us.” Morgana opened the door to leave, stopping for just a moment. “And don’t go picking fights with Mordred, as I’ve told him this isn’t Camelot, this is a different time. Though I will say I’m curious as to how you’ve both appeared on the same day..?”

Arthur briefly looking up before muttering “Meaning?”

“Well unlike you, he never resurrected. Apparently he’s been reincarnated and only today had his memories restored. Doubtful it’s a coincidence with your presence here. Good night Arthur”

Arthur just stared blankly at the night sky from his bed finally letting himself mourn the loss of Camelot, his knights, his people, his wife.

*“Guinevere…”*

Morgana softly entered her and her husband’s room and lay next to his side as she gently raked her fingers on his hair.

*“Why did this have to happen now?”*

“…You should have kicked him out…”

Morgana looked down at Merlin staring into her eyes with a lost expression.

She gently kissed his lips as he closed his eyes in bliss and comfort.

“Don’t worry I won’t let anything happen to you”

“I can’t do this anymore Morgana”

“You don’t have to”

“Destiny always demands it”

“Destiny can go to hell”

“Hell has always been here”

“No Merlin, we’ve turned hell into heaven for the past 80 years, and we’ll continue to do so. I promise.” Morgana pulling Merlin over to her chest as they lay their together.

“…I love you Morgana…so much…”

“I love you too Merlin, please sleep you need at least 8 hours.”

Finally relaxing, Merlin blissfully entered the realm of dreams.

Morgana more determined than ever to keep Arthur, Mordred and more importantly Destiny from dragging them into yet another twisted joke.

Unlike Merlin, Morgana had no issues at all getting her hands dirty to protect what’s hers. She’ll do the dirty work so he won’t have to.

After over a millennia of struggle she and Merlin finally have a happy life together, she’ll be damned if she let’s it be taken away from them.

As she gripped tightly on her sleeping love, she made a vow.

*“If they want you, they have to get through me…”*

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The sound of birds chirping wasn’t what actually woke Morgana. It was the sensation that she was being watched...or in this case ogled.

“You know I can’t sleep when you do this love” Morgana said as she rubbed her eyes before looking at her husband.

Merlin with his head on his arm just smiling at the sight of her.

“Gods what would I do without her?”

He’d rather not contemplate it; he wouldn’t like the answers he’d come up with.

Neither would the world.

*Snap* *Snap*

Merlin looked back at Morgana who’s smile always seemed to keep him anchored.

“Eyes on me Merlin”

“Don’t worry it’s not hard at all”

“Oh?”

Gods he loved that smirk, he could ravish her whole right now, in fact why isn’t he?

“I’m waiting dear” Oh how Morgana loved to tease.

Lips mashed together as both mages battled for dominance. Some days Merlin won, others Morgana. Today? Well, it seems Merlin really wants her.

Turning her head she gave Merlin access to her neck, the feel of his hot mouth staking his claim was maddening.

Just as things were about to escalate however they heard a knock downstairs.

Merlin sat up, “Is that who I think it is?” Remembering the events of yesterday, realizing that no they weren’t just bad dreams.

Morgana bit her lip, as she too sat up from the bed. “Yes, that’s Mordred. I said he could be here this morning.”

Merlin averted his gaze toward the window. Seeing the sunshine and the colorful autumn leaves blowing in the wing.

How different to how he feels deep down inside.

“Is it not enough that you let Arthur stay, now you brought Mordred?!” Merlin’s thoughts now running at million kilometers per second.

Morgana sighed before leaning close to the panicked Warlock.

“That’s just your guilt talking. Destiny wasn’t exactly kind to Mordred any more than it was to us Merlin. You know this I know you do.”

Merlin remembered at time when he was faced with a choice. Kill Mordred or smuggle him out of Camelot. Could he have avoided all of this if he had just listened to Kilgarrah and killed him when he was a child?

No.

He listened to Kilgarrah with Morgana and look at what happened to them. He nearly killed the love of his life, twice.

If only he told her the truth that night, the night she came to him begging for honesty. About her dreams, her magic, him…if only he wasn’t a failure…if only he---

“Merlin!”

Merlin snapped from his thoughts as he looked at his wife with a concerned look on her face.

“Stop that. You know I hate it when you let your thoughts lead you to places you should never venture to” Morgana held his cheek as she pecked his lips.

“I forgave you centuries ago. I wish you would forgive yourself.”

As Morgana opened the door she took in this new Mordred. A young man maybe about 18 with curly hair black on top but shaved sides. Somewhat lanky build but filling out by the looks of it, nerdy clothes well that’s a bit of a surprise but she supposes it fits Mordred when he isn’t out for revenge.

Overall, he looks more or less like the boy she saved and followed her into the path Destiny laid before them.

“Hello Morgana”

“Good morning Mordred, please come to the kitchen and wait.”

Mordred came in taking a quick look around before sitting down waiting for whatever Morgana is looking to do.

*Sigh* “I’m going to get Arthur first, Merlin is…he’ll come down when he’s ready.” Morgana than went to go and wake Arthur in the guest room while Mordred bit his lip wondering if he made the right choice in coming here.

After knocking several times with no answer, Morgana simply magicked the door open and waltzed in, I mean hey this is her house.

Expecting to see a sleeping Arthur she was a bit surprised to see he was already up.

“Did you not sleep?” Morgana inquired.

If Arthur’s bags were any indication, if he did sleep than it wasn’t much.

He turned his gaze from the window to her. “How can I possibly sleep when I keep seeing Gwen and Camelot being destroyed and I’m helpless to stop it?”

Morgana couldn’t say she didn’t pity Arthur, she’d probably be the same way if she were in his shoes. Thankfully however she isn’t. She couldn’t imagine Merlin being on his own given all that they witnessed and been through together. It was unfathomable.

“I can’t say the pain ever really goes away Arthur.”

Arthur gave her an odd look.

“I’d have thought you’d be pleased. You’ve tried killing Gwen for years, and if you couldn’t have Camelot than you’d see it destroyed”

“I never wanted Gwen dead Arthur just the throne in which she sat. And as for Camelot being destroyed? Oh well, kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall. Happened long before your time and it has only continued after your time.” Morgana spoke plainly as if she expected to hear this from her brother.

Arthur couldn’t bother to come up with a rebuttal, he was far too tired and in mourning to care.

“Anyway Mordred is downstairs come with me and let’s get this over with. I need a bloody coffee”

Let it be known that coffee is perhaps the greatest invention mortals have ever invented…or at least Top 10.

Arthur looked confused “Coffee?”

“You’ll find out later, I don’t plan on answering so many random questions so I’ll sort it out once your downstairs”

Arthur looked skeptically before finally rising out of the bed and following Morgana to the kitchen.

Seeing Mordred again should have sent him into a panic, or rather reaching for his sword.

But honestly, he just doesn’t care right now. And judging from the look on Mordred’s face, he doesn’t really know what to do himself.

“Well at least you two can follow instructions. Keep playing nice while I make breakfast” Morgana remarked.

Arthur and Mordred looked at each other stoically. It was such a surreal experience, to be seeing the eyes of the boy…man who killed him. And now for both of them to be brought back in one form or another begs to question for what reason?

Eventually both just decided to look anywhere but the other. Mordred opting to look at Morgana preparing coffee, toast, cheese, ham, and fruit.

While Arthur is looking toward the living room, noticing what he failed to last night. So many paintings littered the walls and tables. Some of Merlin, some of Morgana each wearing garments of strange kind. Some of these paintings didn’t even look like it was done with a brush and ink but that it's as if the naked eye itself captured their images. One in particular showed Merlin and Morgana on what appears to be a boat with houses...on top of water? Though there were no colors to be seen just black and white.

All this seems to further validate what Morgana has been saying. She and Merlin really do seem to have history together…and apparently are married.

Once upon a time he would have cracked a joke about this.

Now?

He doesn’t know what to think. His best friend who kept his magic from him and protected him all his life is married to their sworn enemy - his sister his once comrade. Does that make Merlin a traitor? Or does it mean Morgana has repented?

A cup set down in front of him as Arthur looked down at the table.

“It’s coffee, sugary products weren’t really around too much in our day so I didn’t put any in yours. Give it a try.” Morgana than put down the plates of food on the table with Mordred choosing to forgo the coffee in exchange for tea.

Arthur looked at this strange…tar looking liquid. It smelled decent enough, felt hot to the touch. He looked at Morgana suspiciously who quirked a brow at his insinuation.

“Why would I need poison to deal with you brother?”

Mordred snorted.

Fair enough. Arthur gently raised the cup to his lips and took a small sip of this coffee thing. Hmm, not too bad, a bit bitter but not the worst thing he ever drank.

To say that this was awkward was definitely the understatement of the century.

Each person looking at the others with alertness. As if one false move and the reactions would be swift.

“So, you’re both here” Morgana gazed at both men as she decided to get down to business.

“…” Mordred looked at Arthur with a look of ponderance, as if he still didn’t know what to make of him.

“So it seems” Arthur replied staring right back at Mordred.

“Well than, let’s address the elephant in the room, shall we?” Morgana thought it best to rip the band aid right off to avoid further drama down the line.

“The elephant? But there isn’t one in this room” Has his sister gone mad?

Morgana and Mordred both stared at him like he was a complete idiot. And hey not fair! He was literally brought back yesterday!

“It’s just a figure of speech in this day and age Arthur, no need to worry. There are no elephants coming to eat you” Morgana

Hearing the snickering sound from Mordred made Arthur pop a vein.

“Oh shut up! Real easy to pick on someone who has zero knowledge of the modern age!”

“You’re a big boy Arthur surely you can handle a little ribbing” Mordred was definitely having too much fun.

“Great retort was that before or after Morgana taught you to bark?” Arthur feeling really proud of that one.

Mordred rolling his eyes didn’t seem so amused. To be frank neither was Morgana.

“Alright alright, look. You both killed each other and now you’re both back. Well get over it, it’s a new time and a new life so time to move on”

Arthur and Mordred turned to her with wide eyes.

“You’re joking!/You can’t be serious!” Mordred and Arthur shouted, both glaring at each other.

“Do I sound like I’m bloody joking? I mean honestly boys I’m far too disconnected to whatever the reason is that brought you here, so much so that I’d rather you'd have never come back at all.” Morgana starring decisively at the two figures of Destiny.

“Well of course you wouldn’t, but I don’t care what you want. I came here for Merlin not you.” Arthur keeping eye contact with Morgana who snorted at his little display of assertiveness.

“So you’ve made abundantly clear Arthur, but as I’ve told you. It’s up to Merlin if he wants to talk to you. You’re not going to force your way to him.” Morgana will not be kowtowed by her idiot brother. Even if he came here with good intentions, he had no right to demand anything.

“Heh”

Morgana and Arthur looked at Mordred who gave a light smirk at Arthur.

“I missed the joke” Arthur grunted.

“You are the joke” Mordred shot back.

Morgana at this point was curious as to where this was going to go. Oh well she tried to keep things civil at least she’ll get some entertainment out of this.

“You still think yourself a king who can command others to do his bidding. Last I checked Britain already has a monarch and it isn’t you” Mordred sniped at Arthur.

Arthur’s anger was paused as shock entered his being with a dash of confusion. Britain? Monarch?

“Ah yes I nearly forgot I said I didn’t want to answer too many questions” Morgana commented, eyes turning from emerald green to molten gold as she gazed at Arthur.

“ Argraffwch arno wybodaeth y byd”

As if in a tsunami, 1500 years worth of knowledge flooded Arthur’s mind.

The former King gripping his head as he tried to make sense of all the visions he was seeing, the equations he was solving, the literature he was reading. The United Kingdom, the current Queen, there was even an empire that spanned the globe. Hell the world was a globe and not flat! And in another second it was over, but the weight of all that knowledge wasn’t exactly pleasant.

“How do you feel?” Morgana inquired. She didn’t exactly test this out before doing it, it was just a theory on her end but oh well. He’s still alive he’ll be fine.

“W-what have you done to me?” Dizziness kept overwhelming Arthur as his migraine kept pounding at him.

Mordred looked on curiously, though once he heard the language of the old religion he knew exactly what spell she used.

“I told you Arthur, I don’t have the patience to continue answering question after question at least not about generical topics. I’ve just cast a spell on your mind to open it to the knowledge that is common today. The advancements of science, history, and social norms to name a few. Hopefully this way it makes telling our story go by a lot quicker.”

Arthur kept rubbing his head trying to settle down the pounding in his head, not wanting to look weak in front of both of his enemies. Especially Mordred.

Morgana turned to Mordred and asked “While he’s busy, explain to me exactly why you wanted to come here?”

Mordred thought about it and honestly he didn’t really know. He was simply at his current parents home wondering what to do with his life now that he graduated secondary school. Once the afternoon hit he was blasted with memories of a bygone age. Of his birth, his love, his death. The common denominators? Merlin and Morgana. As if by fate did he cross paths with Morgana at the local supermarket in Glastonbury.

She called Merlin the second he came to her and it didn’t really sound like Merlin was very happy to hear that Mordred was back amongst the living.

Is it weird? Yes. Prior to yesterday he was simply Alex Vlahos. Now he’s some figure of a dreadful prophecy according to Morgana. Brought back for a specific purpose.

“I was hoping you would know Morgana. Being a seer you’re privy to seeing the future. I was rather expecting you have to had the answers by now” Mordred was hoping at least.

Morgana shook her head. “I haven’t had a vision of the future in ages. Could that change? Maybe. But I can’t help you there, speculation is all we have at the moment it seems.”

Though maybe Aithusa could be of assistance? Merlin was planning on visiting her before this mess began anyway.

She turned her gaze back to Arthur who seem to finally be settling down as his breathing normalized.

“Better?”

Arthur pondered for a moment before nodding yes.

“It’s funny really”

Mordred and Morgana looked at him curiously as he continued.

“I was raised under the belief that there was always honor in battle, to look even your most foul enemy in the eye as you take their life to give them the proper respect they deserve.”

“...”

“...”

Arthur looked haunted as the knowledge he was now privy to was so fundamentally opposed to what his view was.

“These modern weapons, guns, tanks, thermonuclear bombs...it...it frightens me that the world has come this far as to be able to kill an entire nation with the press of a button.” Suddenly Arthur feels ill-equipped even with his most trusted sword at hand.

Mordred couldn’t help but concur, his thought process was the same when he finally regained his memories. And to think he was simply in blissful ignorance just a day ago.

Morgana nodded. “Be thankful I gave you the mere generalization. For you haven’t even seen the worse that humanity has ever done with those weapons.”

It’s as though the mere topic was draining Morgana of her vigor, both men noticed.

“Morgana, what happened to Merlin? Why does he seem so...?” Arthur was hesitant to think of the proper word.

“It’s been a long time Arthur. Merlin told me once about the promise you made him give. Honestly it was always unrealistic to ask him to never change especially if he changes due to uncontrollable circumstances.”

Arthur doesn’t think he’s ever heard Morgana sound so melancholic.

“You’ve both been around since the days of old, am I to presume to that you’ve been around the major events of known history?” Mordred pondered.

Morgana bit her lip as she wondered what she could say without divulging too much. She still doesn’t know if she wants to tell them with Merlin or if it’s better for his health if she just does it herself...

Merlin gazed out into the clouds from his bedroom as he contemplated what to do. He knew at some point he had to face the music. But honestly he’d rather just try his hand at another pointless mortal job that bores him than to even see either Arthur or Mordred again.

Both just spell doom by their mere existence, and he couldn't stand the fact that at some point the next shoe will drop.

Mordred. Could have he handled him better? Yes. Could he have spared Kara? He doesn’t know. Kara wasn’t going to stop trying to kill Arthur no matter what.

But before all that, could he have at least given Mordred the benefit of the doubt. Well in hindsight sure why the hell not. It’s always easy to say what you could have or should have done after the fact.

However.

Mordred didn’t need to try and kill everyone else. He didn’t need to try to go after Camelot as a whole. If he wanted to take revenge on Merlin fine. Arthur? Okay. But Gwen? Gaius? The cook, the servants, the smiths, the ordinary folk of Camelot? They didn’t do anything to deserve his wrath.

So honestly he’s at a loss on how to feel about Mordred.

He doesn’t hate him, but he doesn’t like him either.

Than there’s Arthur.

“Heh” What a bitter chuckle.

What words does he have to describe Arthur Pendragon? His usual list of funny gags? Or an entirely new list of hard truths and scornful lies?

He could spend all day here thinking that Arthur was the best friend he ever had.

Just as much as he could be here thinking that Arthur was the worst thing to ever happen to him ever.

“He’s my best friend”

“He’s my ball and chain”

“He saved my life”

“He abandoned us”

“He’s my Destiny”

“FUCK DESTINY!”

If the two sides of Merlin can agree on anything it’s that yes, fuck Destiny indeed.

Merlin took deep breaths, remembering the last time his temper took control...poor Lisbon was never the same again.

"Maybe Aithusa can help me?"

Ever since the death of Kilgarrah, Aithusa has grown into a worthy successor of the Great Dragon...minus the riddles and spiteful manipulation. 

All in all he’s just grateful that the Goddess at least gifted him with Morgana.

Had she not found him just sitting there on the lakeshore, contemplating trying his hand at retrieving Excalibur to end his life. Well the trajectory of the future would have looked very different.

It wasn’t always smooth sailing but Merlin will always be grateful to her for being there when it mattered. Until finally they cemented their love in matrimony.

If only his mother could have been there, she always wanted him to settle down. But at least she didn’t have to see her son become a monster.

“When I returned to this world, my first thought was to find Merlin and gut him” Morgana remembering it as if it were yesterday.

Arthur and Mordred just watched her silently as she filled them in.

“To say that he was a mere shell of his former self is putting it mildly, he didn’t care one bit that I was trying to kill him. In fact he seemed relieved if anything, he simply gave up. Of course nothing I tried worked, he’s Emrys after all.

Eventually I left to venture north to what is now Scotland, and at some point Merlin would return to Camelot to look after Gwen and what was left of your knights. I would never see Camelot again, good riddance. Any knowledge of that time that I have, I have only due to Merlin. So if you wish to know the fate of your wife and your people you’ll just have to ask him” Morgana took a big sip from her now cold coffee, reheating it with magic.

Arthur had mixed feelings, hearing that Morgana tried repeatedly to kill Merlin should have been expected. But given how she’s been acting since he returned, well it’s confusing to say the least.

“I know what you’re probably both thinking, how did we go from me wanting to kill Merlin every time we crossed paths to being married. Well it was a very long road. It helps that we live forever I suppose. Kinda narrows down the list of people who can truly understand our plight.

But really it wasn’t until around 5 centuries later during the High Middle Ages that our meetings finally turned cordial. At least I didn’t attack him. I should say also not once since your death Arthur has Merlin ever fought back, I just think that all the fight he had died with you and that he kept hoping that I would succeed in killing him. It annoyed me to say the least because I wanted a fair fight to prove I was the superior being, but even I had to admit defeat once it became quite obvious Merlin was suicidal.”

Mordred was becoming quite engrossed by the story, he had only ever known Merlin as either the fake goofy manservant to the king or the Divine Enforcer Emrys.

As for Arthur to say he felt guilty is an understatement. How much of Merlin’s issues is Arthur’s fault?

Morgana sighed as she knew the deeper parts of their past were going to start coming.

“You can imagine Merlin didn’t take too kindly to the fact that William the Conqueror managed to usurp your Destiny, uniting all the Kingdoms of Albion into England. Of course the voices in Merlin’s head would try to convince him that he was yourself reincarnated. That was enough for Merlin to at least take a backseat just to verify if it truly was you. When he deemed that William wasn’t you it was already too late. England was formed but no magic to be found.”

Arthur wondered than, since the UK is well “United” what was he here for? William the Conqueror already set the stage and got his job done for him.

“Fast forward a few centuries and we have perhaps the greatest plague in the world’s history the Black Death. This was the first instance in which Merlin believed you would return. The population of Europe was declining rapidly and there was hardly any coherent leadership. It was the perfect time for you to take the reigns and guide the people to stability and prosperity once again. Of course that didn’t happen.

That’s when Merlin’s mental health began to decline rapidly. I’m afraid I only noticed when he tried to take his life with excalibur.”

Arthur and Mordred gasped, shocked that Merlin actually nearly succeeded in killing himself.

“But wait! I thought my sword was guarded by the Lady of the Lake, how did Merlin get it back?!” Arthur was nervous as to where this was heading.

That’s when the men noticed Morgana getting a bit irritated to say the least at the reminder that the Lady – Freya and Merlin had some history. To this day it angers her that this random girl managed to completely besot Merlin enough for him to abandon his Destiny for.

Of course Merlin has told her time and again that his love for Freya was merely a crush. Born as a result of the belief that Morgana could never return his feelings. Okay fine.

She has the last laugh anyway, she has Merlin while Freya is stuck swimming till the end of time.

It wasn’t lost on Morgana just how petty she was being, but oh well.

“Look all you need to know is that she didn’t know what Merlin was planning to do with the sword. And once it happened it didn’t matter anyway.”

Now Arthur and Mordred looked confused.

“I mean yes we know Merlin is alive today, but what’s to stop him from simply getting excalibur from Arthur and trying to kill himself again?” Mordred asked with Arthur making sure his sword remained glued to him.

Morgana took a deep breath.

“By the time I found Merlin near the Lake of Avalon he had already pierced his heart with excalibur.”

Arthur and Mordred looked shocked.

“I didn’t know how to feel at the time I thought it was all I wanted, his death. But I didn’t realize that that would mean that...at that moment I was alone. The only one left. Until the morning that is, because the sword removed itself from Merlin’s body and his wound healed before he opened his eyes.”

“You mean not even excalibur can kill him???” Mordred couldn’t believe it, a sword forged from Dragon’s breath was said to be the bane of all magical beings. And yet Merlin...Emrys managed to survive a fatal blow by excalibur???

Arthur was more relieved than anything, now he doesn’t have to be so concerned of Merlin trying to snatch his sword to kill himself without his knowledge. Still it saddens him to hear how far his friend’s despair had taken him.

“I’m surprised you don’t know this already Mordred being a druid and all?” Morgana inquired.

Mordred blushed, berating himself silently that he should know.

Arthur snickered causing Mordred to glare and Morgana to roll her eyes.

“Like I told Arthur, Merlin is Emrys he’s magic incarnate. Magic comes from the earth, due to Uther’s purge all magic that perished in sorcerers since the time of Camelot returned to Emrys. Barring a few sacred sites of course such as the Crystal Cave. I’m the only person left in the world who has magic aside from him. So long as this world exists so to will magic and thus Emrys.” Morgana’s eyes flashed gold as she sent the dirty dishes to be washed.

“Huh, so that explains why no one in the world can use magic. It all recycled back to Merlin centuries ago” Mordred said.

“Indeed.”

Arthur was deep in thought and than asked Morgana what happened after.

“Once his last hope of dying failed, honestly for a time things actually got better. Merlin finally accepted his immortal nature and worked to see the positives of such a power. Coincidentally it coincided with the Renaissance that Merlin may or may not have helped whisper a few ideas to some notable influential people.

It was really after the Age of Discovery when our relationship went from cordial to romantic. And I’ll never forget that day.” Arthur could see the beginning of a smile form on Morgana’s lips as she remembered that eventful day.

“What happened?” He was dying to know. How did they go from bitter enemies to what appears to be from these photos a loving couple?

Morgana looked at a particular painting from across the room, showing her and Merlin when he proposed to her on a canal boat in Venice during the 18th Century.

“He saved me, you see just because I couldn’t die didn’t mean I couldn’t feel pain. That I couldn’t be tortured. It was in America 1692 when I grew careless with my magic and was caught unaware by Witchfinders.”

Arthur and Mordred looked shocked at the very notion of Witchfinders still being around at that time.

“Even over 1000 years after his death and an entirely different continent, Uther’s traditions of burning witches remained strong. No matter the fact that I was the only actual Witch they tried to burn.

I was strapped to the stake and right before the flames were lit. Out charges Merlin like a ferocious storm destroying a town. Truly I’ve never seen him so ruthless, so violent, so...breath taking. Finally a snap of his fingers and they all went down. He didn’t kill them, he wanted to but later he told me that he didn’t want to prove them right. To prove Uther right.”

Arthur looked down as he remembered all the sorcerer burnings and executions under his father. And how he just stood there letting it happen.

“Of course I told him that was nonsense, he didn’t do anything out of malice...he saved me from one of my greatest fears. From that point onward we became nearly inseparable.” Morgana looking at the ring with a smile as she still wonders how this all became possible.

Arthur couldn’t help but smile himself, he still doesn’t know how he feels about Morgana herself, but at the very least he’s happy that she and Merlin found some happiness.

Mordred was a bit torn, on one hand he considers it unfair that Merlin got to be with his love yet he couldn’t be with his. However on the other hand both Merlin and Morgana have been through a lot, so if they can somehow achieve a happy ending than should that not inspire hope for him?

“Fast forward a few decades we’re married at what was once Ealdor. Not far from the tree where he buried his mother, it was a nice small ceremony with close friends who knew us at the time. Along with our dragon Aithusa.”

Arthur briefly remembering the small white dragon that rode with Morgana to battle at Camlann. He’s assuming it was Merlin who hatched her being a dragonlord and everything.

“Everything was great, eventually the world began to rapidly modernize and more rights were being given to women and minorities, more opportunities for the poor. There wasn’t much in the way of chaos. I mean sure you had your Napoleon’s and your revolutions but they were miniscule compared to what came in the 20th century.” Morgana paused, wondering if perhaps she should stop now before she says something she can’t take back.

“What is it?” Mordred asked.

“...” Morgana bit her lip, should she really go into this?

Regardless the discussion would have to wait. As footsteps were being heard coming down the stairs.

Out came Merlin in a brown flannel, blue shirt underneath, blue jeans and brown boots.

Morgana looked him straight in the eye, wondering if perhaps he wants to take the lead?

But alas twas not to be.

“I’m going to see Aithusa if you need anything just let me know via scry.” Merlin didn’t even look at Arthur or Mordred. Only the latter getting the message that now wasn’t the time.

Arthur however...well...

“Merlin wait I--”

But Morgana cut Arthur off

“Of course love, I have to get you a new phone anyway. Please take care to refrain from smashing the next one they aren’t cheap ya know?”

“Yes my Queen” Merlin snickered as he two-finger saluted his wife goodbye than morphed into a Raven, flying off into the horizon.

Morgana looked on with a smile, but also concerned that Merlin’s mental progress these past number of decades are being challenged.

Was it fair to blame Arthur and Mordred for it? Maybe not.

Did it feel good anyway? Yes.

Arthur looked on in awe and sadness as it seems he still can’t talk to Merlin. But hopefully soon they can begin to clear the air between them.

“Alright boys that's enough story time for today I have much to do. However since you’re practically a newborn babe in this world Arthur, Mordred’s gonna take you clothes shopping.” Morgana smirked as she got up and went for her jacket and car keys.

“WHAT?!” Arthur/Mordred shouted. Once again glaring at each other.

“You heard me, Mordred you were practically a bum mooching off your parents anyway so you might as well be useful and show Arthur how to live in the 21st Century.” Morgana said tossing him her credit card.

"Do make sure not to go over 500 quid." Morgana checked to make sure she has everything she needs before leaving.

“Wait! What about the reason why I’m even here?! Destiny brought us all here for a purpose!”

Morgana’s eye flashed gold as she glared at Arthur vehemently, causing both he and Mordred to take a step back as the very air around them chilled.

“I’m only going to say this once, never ever talk about that again. Understand?” If there was ever a time not to piss off Morgana it was now.

“You can’t be serious???” Arthur was astounded that Morgana would rather keep her head in the sand than figure this out.

“I’m not going to let you” Pointing at Arthur “You” Mordred “Or fucking Destiny ruin all that I’ve built! To break Merlin even more than it already has!” The glass in the windows and kitchen began to crack under the pressure of Morgana’s rage.

Finally she regained her composure and looked gloomily two now intimidated warriors.

“Destiny has taken enough from us and I refuse to allow you two to drag us back into it's clutches. Never again. Now get going before I forget my manners and turn you into an ant so I can stomp on you.” With that Morgana left to her car.

Leaving Mordred and Arthur to pick up the pieces...literally her windows and glasses are shattered. But now there’s only one question on their minds.

What do they do now?

Chapter Text

Morgana had Merlin’s new iPhone in her bag and prepared to go to the pharmacy to get his prescribed sertraline.

Why can’t they just use magic?

Well Morgana honestly thought perhaps to wipe Merlin’s traumatic memories from his mind, but she didn’t trust the spell wouldn’t have unintended consequences. Like Merlin suddenly forgetting who she is, or even himself.

Getting a doctor to prescribe the sertraline to Merlin was fairly simple once he examined him. And sometimes on good days it helped her husband focus on the present and banish the demons from his mind.

The rest of the time? Well, she had her work cut out for her.

Sometimes even magic can’t solve everything, isn’t that what Gaius used to say to Merlin?

Morgana paused as she got to her vehicle as her thoughts drifted to the old physician.

She can’t say she misses him. She hated him, and it’s a shame that she hates him because that man used to be something of a father figure to her. 

Yet that decadent old fool played her for years. Playing off her visions as mere nightmares when she was scared out of her wits that she was going insane. 

Yet he had zero qualms teaching Merlin. Though in fairness she supposed it was unavoidable after her husband stupidly used magic to catch Gaius with his mattress. 

Merlin may have mixed feelings about his former mentor, but she suffers from no such confusion. He was nothing more than a turncoat who happily bent over for Uther while throwing her and their kind under the bus. A good for nothing coward who along with Kilgharrah - oh don’t even get her started on that rotten silver tongued snake - turned and twisted Merlin from that optimistic if not somewhat naive boy who always looked for another way…to the unrecognizable man he became after he poisoned her. 

“That lizard is so lucky he’s already dead. I’d have loved to have played with him, telling Merlin to kill me?!?!”

It took her more than a thousand years to finally forgive Merlin for it. When she honestly saw with her own eyes the amount of sorrow and guilt he felt towards his action that made it a bit easier for her.

Of course what cemented it was him rescuing her from those zealous witch hunters. Immortality did nothing to shake her fear of fire, ever since her first days in Camelot when Uther forced her to attend a sorcerers’ execution. To smell the scent of charred flesh, the sound of screams so loud it breached the heavens.

”Did you watch? This is what happens to those who blacken their souls with sorcery. You are to be by my side whenever I command it Morgana”

Even in death her tyrannical father still managed to leave his shadow behind.

You can only imagine the sheer joy and relief she felt when Merlin brought down rain and destroyed her pyre with a swift hand. 

Of course what she didn’t tell Merlin was that years later before returning to Europe, she returned to Salem and let’s just say some people were never heard from again. But hey, history didn’t miss them so why should he? 

Poor Gaius would have a heart attack at the sight of his ward married to Camelot’s strongest foe. Oh how she would love to rub it in his face that ultimately, he failed. 

Sadly, the damage done to Merlin still reared its ugly head. She never should have let him go…

“No.” Morgana shook her head, not wanting to think about that horrible time in their lives. She started her car and drove off to their local pharmacy.

Bad enough that Merlin is suffering from the aftereffects to this day. Now Arthur and Mordred are effectively forcing those memories back to the forefront. And just when Morgana felt that Merlin was finally beginning to truly heal and move on from that tragedy. 

Than there’s Arthur and Mordred themselves, how did she feel about them now that it’s been over a millennia since they’ve been alive.

Can she honestly say that she cares about what happens to them? Mordred maybe. Arthur?

It’s complicated.

She can admit that perhaps Arthur may not have turned her over to Uther had he known about her magic beforehand. He did show instances of defiance by getting Merlin the flower to cure him of the poison from…Nimueh she believed her name was? And he helped save Mordred from Uther’s wrath. So perhaps she could have trusted him a bit more.

However…

She hates him. Plain and simple. From before they were even born Destiny proclaimed Arthur its little chosen one. Everyone became second to Arthur, to hell with Morgana as long as Arthur was safe. He got everything, Uther’s recognition, a life free from the pyre. And most importantly, he got Merlin’s loyalty for hardly any effort. 

She remembers the reaction she got when Merlin told her after his failed suicide attempt with excalibur, that he was “created for the sole purpose of serving Arthur”. It was like a volcano erupted within her chest and to put it simply, she slapped him. Hard. Multiple times. 

Truly Destiny was a bitch for Merlin to look at her shocked as if she had no reason to react in such a way. The back and forth between them as she implored him that he was no slave nor should he be content to be one, least of all for a dead man! 

Goddess the amount of time and effort it took for her to finally rid Merlin of that toxic mindset was quite the Herculean task but well worth the effort, as it led to many beautiful moments between them. 

Arthur didn’t deserve him, and if he thinks he’s going to hide behind this Destiny drivel he’s got another thing coming. 

But does she care what happens to him?

Well…she cares enough that she’ll have Mordred - the man who killed him and was killed by Arthur in return - show Arthur how to survive in the 21st Century. She gave him basic knowledge and that was more than enough for her. 

After that he’s on his own. He can drown in the lake he crawled out of for all she cares.

Would the idea of finding some kind of peace with her brother be something she’d be open to? Maybe.

But only if they refrain from speaking of Destiny. The second she feels he’s up to something, he’s done for. 

Merlin will forgive her. 

Morgana parked her vehicle not far from the pharmacy, getting out and walking to it at a normal pace.

“I just hope no one else comes back to fuck up our lives…”

Merlin must say, Aithusa picked a decent place to live in…not.

He’s waiting for Aithusa to return from her hunt inside a cave in Greenland. Fucking Greenland. 

Luckily he can keep a fire roaring even in these ridiculous icy conditions. 

Merlin can always count on his now pretty old dragon to be a comforting sight whenever he and Morgana are facing troubling times and need to see the face of their winged daughter. 

The Great White Dragon is now about the same size as Kilgharrah during Merlin’s time in Camelot. All thanks to Merlin and Morgana’s combined efforts at restoring her body to its full glory. Banishing Sarrum’s cruelty from her life forever.

Riding on her back to her home? It was so nice, to just feel the breeze and let go of everything. Such an addictive feeling that no amount of transformations into ravens can seem to replicate.

He wishes it would stay, so that it would keep him from thinking. Keep him from thinking about Arthur, about Mordred, about…

Merlin rubbed his forehead as he tried to steer his thoughts back towards his dragon. And wondering how her children are doing.

Around the time of the Black Death in order to research more about the plague Merlin decided to venture into  east Asia; the place of origin of the disease. Even 7 centuries after the fall of Camelot Merlin had never really gone further east beyond Anatolia, the absolute furthest being Persia right before the Arab conquests. 

So imagine his shock when he witnessed living breathing dragons. 

It was a dream come true, all this time there were more of his kin soaring through the skies of the earth. Uther was spinning in his grave no doubt.

Of course these dragons were more serpentine than lizardy like Aithusa and Kilgharrah, but if anything it made them more impressive. How in the world could they even get off the ground to fly without any wings? Merlin will never know for sure but it’s probably easy to just say magic.

Such a shame Kilgharrah died not long before his discovery, he would have loved to have known that his race will live on in great numbers for many years to come.

Kilgharrah, heh so many emotions at the sound of his name. Not all bad but not all good either.

He was so excited about the dragons of Asia that he practically demanded Aithusa fly to his exact spot and introduce her to them. 

The idea of Aithusa mating with the dragons didn’t even cross his mind until he saw the eggs several months later. 

The hatchlings were beautiful, some having more reptilian features others more snakelike. But the one thing they all had in common was that they were all so colorful. 

Over the centuries they spread to all corners of the globe, taking complete advantage of their ability to adapt to any climate to find the best habitats away from pesky mortals. 

…Mortals

How far they’ve advanced…how dangerous they’ve gotten. How greedy, how selfish, sadistic…

“Merlin?!” 

Merlin’s attention quickly turned to the source of the voice…oh Aithusa’s back. Poor polar bear, but his baby girl has to eat. 

“Yes Thusy?”

“I’ve been calling your name for 5 minutes. Is everything alright?” Aithusa looked at her father with a look of concern.

She isn’t a fool she knows what happened. 

She was there. 

“…” 

“Merlin?”

“No, everything's not alright. But you knew that already. You knew they were back.” Merlin tried to sound less accusatory but failed miserably.

Aithusa sighed, but could she have misunderstood? Was this not about that time but just the former King and Druid? 

“Yes Merlin, it wasn’t exactly kept from you that the time would come when the Once and Future King would rise when Albion’s need is greatest.” She explained as gently as she could.

With a blank look, Merlin tried to dissect her words.

Oh how he heard it all before, when Albion’s need is greatest. 

Yeah. Right.

But, he’s not gonna yell, he’s gotta keep his cool. This isn’t Aithusa’s fault. He can’t lose his composure. 

“Are you alright?” 

“To hell with it” Throwing composure to the side “Is greatest?!” Merlin gritted his teeth as he tried to refrain from destroying this icy wasteland in his rage. 

Aithusa simply sat there, learning long ago it’s simply best to let Merlin vent his frustrations than to stop or soothe him. 

At least if you aren’t Morgana.

“Why now! What could be so special about the year 2022 that they dragged his royal assness back from his watery grave to grace me with his presence!

And on top of that, the brat who killed him and made all of my sacrifices worthless! Huh?!?!” Merlin was not amused by her silence; he wanted an answer and he wanted it now. 

Aithusa stared back calmly as she assessed Merlin.

Bloodshot eyes with bags underneath, chapped lips probably from biting them constantly, and always looking in every direction…as if there are others here with them.

“Merlin, even I am not privy to that knowledge. Whatever threats come your way it would have been written by the fates themselves in ages long passed.”

“Tck.” “Nonsense” Merlin couldn’t tell if he should curse her or pity her for her useless answer. 

He closed his eyes and tried to regain control of his emotions before he said something he’ll regret, even though he knows Aithusa wouldn’t take it personally. He doesn’t want to hurt her when none of this is her fault.

It’s his. 

“It’s my fault for being a pawn in some grand chess game.” Merlin realized he said this aloud, causing Aithusa to look on in pity. 

Gods he hated that look, how patronizing, how condescending!

“I’ve spent a great deal of my eternity on this earth playing to the tune of some invisible force that seems to simply enjoy turning people against each other. To tear them apart. To play cruel jokes on their lives…!” Merlin’s eyes flickered from blue to gold as he tried to stay in control less he hurt his precious daughter. 

Ignorant daughter, but daughter nonetheless.

Aithusa watched carefully, using her own draconian magic to keep the surrounding area intact. Last thing she needed was for the mortals to throw a fuss about a 9.5 earthquake and skulking around her home. 

“Merlin…”

“I refuse.”

Aithusa was confused, surely he didn’t mean to say..?

“I’m not a slave.”

Aithusa than remembered, centuries ago Morgana came to her complaining and demanding to know everything about the prophecy between The Once and Future King and Emrys. Apparently Merlin said something that hit a nerve with the Witch. 

“If Arthur wants to save a world that has always tried to destroy itself countless times he can be my guest. But he’s on his own.

And as for Mordred? Perhaps I can remove his memories of his past life, let Alex Vlahos return to relative obscurity..?” Merlin wondering if that’s his best move, simple mind wipe. Easy peasy. With Mordred disposed of he can focus solely on what to do about Arthur.

“Merlin we both know that if Kilgharrah were here, what his exact words would be…” 

Merlin glared at a corner behind Aithusa, as if seeing the once mighty dragon in all his glory. 

Of course, Aithusa saw nothing but more ice.

“No one can choose their destiny and no one can escape it.” 

Aithusa nodded.

“Bullshit.”

Aithusa’s eyes widened, Merlin couldn’t be serious?

“I know what my Destiny is. My Destiny should be getting home soon waiting to tell me off some more about smashing my phone and to take better care of myself. 

My Destiny is someone who by all rights should have just left me to rot in my own misery, yet still managed to find it in her heart to hold out her hand, to tear off the shackles that bound me.

My Destiny is the one I chose for myself, the one I will choose forever. My Destiny is Morgana.” Merlin has never felt more confident in all his years of living, even in his damaged mind he can still find solace in the fact that he isn’t alone.

“I’m not going to try and convince you of anything. Simply to warn you, yes you can try to fight Destiny and who knows if you’ll succeed. But I hope so much that you bear in mind, Destiny will fight back, twice thrice ten times harder to maintain the path it laid out.” Aithusa solemnly explained.

Merlin looked at his ancient daughter, remembering and knowing every instance he felt Destiny’s wrath. He knew that she spoke the truth. But he also knew that no matter what, he can never allow himself to be back there, to be back in that cold and cruel place…

Merlin shook his head and gathered his bearings. 

“Well thanks for the talk, real insightful and everything Thusy.” Merlin morphed into his raven form and flew off back to England with Aithusa calling back for him, but to no acknowledgement. 

If only Merlin didn’t acknowledge his demons as well.

Morgana made it back just as it reached noon, fixing up the broken glass she left in her wake. Oops?

“Seems those two have left, good I could use some peace and quiet.”  

Taking advantage of what time alone she had she decided to reward herself with a nice warm bath…and a bottle of wine. 

But wait, they don’t have a bath just a tiny shower box? 

Well yes, but when you’re the 2nd most powerful mage in the world that’s not an issue at all.

Morgana grinned as she changed the cubicle into a nice pristine porcelain bathtub. 

“Hmm there’s something missing…” Morgana squinted as she thought about it.

She’s got the bath, the warm water, cherry blossom candles, the music on her phone if the silence is too deafening, and the most expensive wine in the UK that she’ll never pay for because she can just magic it into existence.

What more is needed?

“Ah yes bubbles!” A flash of gold and problem solved. 

Magicking her clothes into the laundry bin, the Last High Priestess sighed as her skin and bones rejoiced in the comforting massage of the water. 

“I mean I know I’m old, well technically forever young but I’ve never felt so old as I have this past 24 hours.” 

Nope. Not thinking about it. 

Taking a gulp of her Block 42 wine she allowed herself to fully relax and just pretend that everything was fine.

She and Merlin would get through this, this was nothing.

Just a mere pothole that can be filled. 

Ugh if only she had brought her grapes upstairs with her, she’s too lazy to get up now.

Oh right magic.

With her lovely purple grapes in hand she munched gleefully. 

As she laid her head back she began to think about her husband and how Aithusa must be. It’s been awhile since she’s seen their daughter. Couple of years perhaps? 

She’ll have to scry her sometime, if only dragons could use phones. 

After what appears to have been an hour, she senses Merlin’s aura approaching their home. 

“Hmm, and the others are still gone, good.” Morgana grew a mischievous smirk as she alerted Merlin’s magic to her exact presence. And boy did he get quite the pleasant surprise.

Well if his morning went poorly, than his afternoon is about to make up for it.

“Since we were so rudely interrupted this morning, what do you say we pick up where we left off?” Morgana lifted her legs to the edges of the tub, revealing her soapy wet ivory skin.

Poor Merlin never stood a chance, this wasn’t their first time yet he always acts like a blushing virgin whenever she initiates their lovemaking.

Moment’s like these, Merlin looking at her with a hint of shyness that reminded her of the boy she met in Camelot all those years ago.

But there’s also now hunger, the lust that quickly overtakes him that has her knees shaking. Yep, she knew what buttons to push and why not? She’s a rough and tumble kind of girl when they go too long without sex. 

“You gonna join sometime this century my dear Merlin?” Morgana can practically taste Merlin’s desire as he magicked away his clothes.

Merlin needed this, after the shitty day he had yesterday and today he needed every inch of her. 

Entering the tub and taking his place between her legs, wrapping them around him. 

“Ya know it isn’t really nice to tease me like this” Merlin pecked her lips, her neck, knowing exactly how to get her wanting for more. Morgana isn’t the only one who can play this game after all.

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?” Morgana clenched her hands trying not to break first.

Are they so competitive that even sex is one big contest? Yes.

Merlin smirked as he took a gulp of the wine bottle, feeding her some as well. Thereby distracting her while his other hand moved downward.

Morgana gasped “Oh you cheat…” Gripping Merlin’s arm as she bit her lip to prevent from moaning. 

“I learned from the best” 

Morgana finally decided to hell with the snail’s pace and crushed their mouths together.

It’s very lucky that they both had magic because no plumber or repairman could fix this mess. 

“Oh god!”

“Oh fuck!”

“We have bloody magic! Just keep going!”

“But..!”

“You better not stop moving Merlin or I swear I-ahhh yes!”

“Shit! Shit!” 

2 hours later

Both mages lying wet and sticky in their bed. 

Yeah somewhere along the way Merlin carried her to their room, damn him.

His head was lying on her chest listening to her heartbeat.

Morgana blissfully staring up at the ceiling trying to gather her thoughts.

“That thing you did with your tongue…dare I ask where you learned that?” Boy was that a moment, definitely in her top 5 orgasms. 

Merlin chuckled, “Remember that book on anatomy I got during our holiday to Paris back in the 90s?” 

Morgana took a moment to recollect, the 90s were great. Less crazy than the 80s and better hairstyles. 

“Hmm, yes you wanted to brush up on your medical knowledge to see if you were up to being a doctor again.”

Merlin never really pulled the trigger on that however. It was always hard for either of them to stick to a particular profession when they had to pack up and leave every 20-30 years with brand new identities.

To Merlin it was all trivial nowadays, he could just as easily treat people whenever he wants if he stumbles upon someone in need. It’s not like money was an issue when they’ve already accumulated wealth from all the time they’ve been alive…plus just growing food from the earth with magic never hurt.

“Well, a couple of weeks ago I stumbled upon that little bugger and finally read the damn thing. It was quite educational as you’ve clearly witnessed…and felt.” Merlin smiled as he began to traced patterns on her chest.

Morgana quirked a brow as she chuckled. “I only believe you because you hate technology so there’s no way you watched porn.” 

“Ha ha” Merlin rolled his eyes blushing.

“Oh you know it’s true, you’re such an old man” 

“You do realize we're like the same age right?” Merlin responded flatly. 

“Well technically I’m older by like 1? 2 years?” 

“Okay Dolma” Merlin laughed as she smacked his shoulder. 

Morgana rolled her eyes before laughing herself, “I still can’t believe you actually turned yourself into an old lady” 

“…” 

“Merlin?” 

“Huh? Oh sorry what were you saying?” Merlin gave her his best attempt at a smile, shame that she knew it was forced. 

“What are you thinking about?” Morgana asked, gently keeping his face looking at her. 

“Dolma…Mordred…Arthur…” Merlin bit his lip, not wanting to worry his wife more than he already did.

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have brought that up.” Merlin trying to keep the mood up. 

“Ah” Morgana remembered, Merlin turned into the Dolma to keep Arthur from discovering his magic. 

She leaned down to kiss him, once again cursing the fates for interfering in their lives once again. 

She felt Merlin’s tense shoulders begin to loosen, as he lost himself in their intimacy. 

Sex was great and all, but the best moments for them really are what came after. Simply being in each other’s presence, no concern at all about frivolous nonsense like titles or status. They never would have been able to be this free and happy in Camelot, so what was there to miss truly? 

Merlin moved away as he looked into her emerald eyes, peaceful as if he had just woken up from a sweet dream. 

“Truly you are the light of my life” He said folding their hands together.

Morgana chuckled trying to hide a small blush of her own, goodness she isn’t typically one to feel all giddy but whenever Merlin just speaks from the heart like this how else can she possibly react? 

“That’s ironic, aren’t I the darkness to your light?” She mockingly asked, teasing smirk and all. 

Merlin rolled his eyes “You forgot hatred to my love” 

“Ooohhh pardon me” 

Merlin leaned to her ear “I love it when you get all dark on me”. 

Morgana stifled a groan as he began pecking her neck, someone’s up for round 2…or was it 3? 

“Is that so?” She asked, fingering his chest.

“That time you had me chained to your wall was very erotic I must say, it took all I had not to kiss you than and there.” Merlin confessed with an adorable blush sporting on his cheeks. 

“…” Morgana had Merlin chained to something countless times over the years. Which time was he….ohhhh

“Ah you mean when I put the fomorroh in you?” She inquired.

“Mhmm” 

“Curious, why that time specifically?” Morgana couldn’t really think of anything that stood out in particular. In fact to her it felt like she would never choose any moment from Camelot as one of their hottest moments. 

“I mean that black dress just fitted you perfectly, your hair without any formal care just in its natural form really brought out your green eyes better. Most importantly you just oozed confidence, a trait which I always admired about you…and what I always envied no matter our differences.” Merlin proclaimed, maintaining eye contact to show the sincerity of his words. 

Morgana blinked, a bit surprised she must admit. Now that she recalls the time in question, well to her…yeahhh it wasn’t exactly like she cared about her looks by that point. She wore the black dress originally simply because she was mourning Morgause’s death and doing her hair wasn’t exactly important. Besides she always had Gwen or someone to help her with it, never really bothered learning to do it herself. 

But hey if she in her half-assed homeless looking self was still considered hot to Merlin than who was she to complain?

If anything to her, it shows that Merlin never put much stock in her looks compared to the other pig headed men that tried their hand at courting her back in Camelot and even after. 

“I guess in a very specific way that’s the sweetest thing I’ve heard from you my big earred elf. '' The annoyed look at her calling out his large ears always brought a laugh to her. 

Merlin rolled his eyes before he pulled her into his lap, smirking as she gasped. 

“Don’t forget, this big earred elf had you moaning his name about a hundred times.” 

A shove to his shoulder, the predictable response

“Oh quit exaggerating!” Morgana’s red cheeks however betrayed her true feelings. 

“Oh Merlin…harder”

“Shut up! I didn’t say that!”

“Faster Merlin faster!”

“You git! That’s not even how I sound” 

“Oh you will in a moment” 

Even Morgana had to admit, she was glad she wasn’t standing. 

“Hmm careful Merlin, surely you’ll still want to fit your head through the door.” Please grow your ego, it’s attractive as hell.

Judging from Merlin’s lustful gaze, it looks like they’ll be having dinner late today. Fine by her she just got dessert…

“WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!?!” 

Both mages jerked to a voice coming from outside their room. Was that Arthur?

“This entire floor is torn to shreds, looks like the bathroom got the worst of it.” That sounded like Mordred.

Morgana sighed as Merlin’s cheer and liveliness dropped like a stone. 

“Ugh why do those two have to ruin everything! They really need a hobby or something! And how the hell did they even get inside without the key?!??” Morgana felt like she was about to pop a vein and she can’t promise it would be hers.

“It’s my fault, I forgot to close the front door.” Merlin said, not realizing he just answered her unasked question.

Morgana caressed his cheek, “I can’t blame you, I’m irresistible after all” She felt victorious seeing a small smile break from the tense mood Merlin had even if only for a brief moment. 

“Well at least this time we actually finished without interruption.” Morgana magicked herself clean along with her outfit from this morning. Checking the mirror to ensure she looked like she didn’t just get her world rocked…than again how would she explain what happened to their house?

Not like it was their business anyway, but why should he have to hide this? They already know she and Merlin are married. Even if they didn’t they have no right to judge and she has no reason to hide this. 

Camelot and its barbarous customs are ancient history, sometimes it’s easy to forget even for herself. 

Once she deemed herself presentable she turned to Merlin who sadly wasn’t ogling her like he usually would when she tried on outfits. But rather lost in his own head. 

This was getting concerning, his condition hadn’t been this bad in decades. 

A flash of gold and in her hands laid the prescribed sertraline for Merlin. 

“Here Merlin, I should have given this to you the second you returned.” She handed him the bottle.

Merlin turned to her and zeroed in on the medication. A look of disdain making its way to his face.

“I hate those things…”

“I know” She did too.

“I hate taking these…”

“I know” She wished he didn’t.

“…Have I truly been reduced to taking processed chemicals that hardly even work on me..?”

Morgana laid the bottle next to him and held his face as they looked into the others eyes.

“I’ll never give up. I will find a way to fix this, but I don’t want to lose you trying. That’s something I can’t go through again” Memories flooding her head forced Morgana to take a deep breath to focus on her husband.

She understood how he felt. He felt weak, powerless, far from what he was. 

If only he knew that it was all in his head. He was making such great progress all on his own that Morgana honestly thought that perhaps her assistance was unnecessary after all…than they had to show up. Curse them! And curse that wretched Destiny! 

She then looked up as she felt Merlin’s hand hold her own face. 

“Okay. I’ll take them. I’ll take them for you, the last thing I want is to give up when doing so would clearly hurt you.” Merlin solemnly vowed. 

Morgana embraced him fiercely, having it returned to her just as much. 

As they untangled, she also remembered his phone and gave it to him imploring him not to destroy it…she considered it embarrassing and sad that the employees at the Apple store knew her by name at this point. 

Merlin grumbled “Whatever happened to just writing letters or idk just walking up to someone and speaking in person??? And why do we even need phones when we can just scry each other???”

Morgana rolled her eyes, here we go. Goodness he was such a technophobe it’s almost astounding. It was like pulling teeth just to get him to purchase them a lightbulb...in the 1920s. “This is a useless invention whatever happened to simply lighting a candle??” Took him decades just to get him to admit he actually liked television. If not for her they’d still be living with horses for travel.

“No complaining. Mortals don’t have magic to scry with remember? Eventually we’ll feel the urge to make a friend or two and we’ll need phones for that.”

“I still don’t even know why they call it an I-phone, why go through the effort of adding an I???”

“Merlin, I swear if you damage this phone in any way, you’ll have to rely on just your hand for the foreseeable future…and for us that could mean years.” She smirked looking at Merlin’s alarmed look. 

“You’re bluffing you’d be losing out just as much as me..!” 

“Well Merlin if you’re that confident in your talents that I just HAVE to have you…by all means toss your phone into the nearest bin and see how long you can last without all of this.” Doing a rather scandalous pose, she got the message across rather well. 

Inwardly however Morgana was trying not to appear worried that Merlin actually calls her on her bluff. After today’s performance, of course she needs to have him. 

But dammit she already planted her flag, she can’t turn back now…she’d never be able to use this threat again if he didn’t take it seriously. 

“Fine fine, I’ll keep the stupid phone…sheesh” Merlin grumbled.

“As always victory is mine” Morgana smirked, pecking Merlin’s head as she made her way to leave the room and face the music. 

“You added Mordred’s number.” 

Morgana stopped by the door and turned to Merlin who remained staring at the numbers that his eyes were examining. Mordred’s name being on top. 

“Mordred knows better than to piss me off, and I made it perfectly clear we are to have no talks of Destiny. I figured that if you ever decided to, you can still talk to him while still technically avoiding him.” 

If Merlin was touched by the sentiment he didn’t show it, but nodded anyway.

“Am I to presume than that you’ll give Arthur a phone as well?” 

Morgana thought about it for a second. Good question, should she? 

“No.” She decided.

Merlin turned to her with a curious look, he wasn’t expecting that answer to be honest.

“Aside from the fact that just because Arthur now knows what a cellphone is yet still doesn’t know how to actually use one himself…

I simply don’t trust him to not use it to go behind my back and try to fill your head with his newfound love of Destiny…” Morgana whispered bitterly. 

Merlin stood up walking to her and tilted her head up. 

“Than he’s more delusional than I ever thought possible, and that’s saying something.” Merlin whispered, leaning their foreheads together. 

Both closed their eyes as they soaked in the other's presence. 

Morgana smiled at him as she stepped back towards the door. “I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.” 

Merlin gave a soft smile back, mentally preparing himself for the inevitable confrontation as he looked at his meds with a blank look. 

If it’s going to happen, it’s going to be on his terms or not at all.

Nothing will ever drag them apart again.

Morgana would destroy Arthur in an instant if she suspected for a second he was trying something.

Merlin?

Merlin would just destroy the world.

Chapter Text

This wasn’t exactly how he thought his life would end up as…either of his lives.

Mordred groaned as he waited ages for Arthur to finish trying on his new clothes in the dressing room.

Ugh why did Morgana make him do this? It’s not like he was the one who pissed her off, if anything he was as well behaved as a sleeping kitten.

Not even a day into his reincarnated memories and already Arthur’s actions are affecting him. Is it really any wonder why Morgana wanted to get rid of him?

He didn’t care, this wasn’t fair!

It’s not like it’s so easy to forget that he killed the girl of his dreams, he doesn't do what Morgana says he isn’t just going to “play nice” with Arthur. And he seriously doubts Arthur will do the same.

Looking at his phone he can see that the hour is already at 1 in the afternoon, they’ve been here for over three bloody hours. How long does it take for a grown man to shop for clothes, I mean really???!!!

It doesn’t help that Arthur had even made a complete fool out of both of them when he began arguing with the staff when one of them said “Sir this isn’t a tailor…talk with the manager if you have an issue.”

Oh no he won’t. He practically dragged Arthur towards the dressing room, throwing him the clothes they finally picked that barely hit the budget Morgana set.

He never felt so embarrassed in his life…also both of them. Mordred starts banging on the door to the booth with Arthur inside. Thank goodness he didn’t use his sword, because that guy would have learned firsthand that no it wasn’t just cosplay.

“For god’s sake can you be any slower?! If it fits it fits, if it’s too tight? Drop it!”

“Well excuse me for not understanding zippers!” Arthur shouted back.

“What’s to understand?! You pull up it closes; you push down it opens!” Mordred really wonders if Morgana is laughing at him right now.

“I’m sorry, do you have a place to be right now?!”

Mordred squinted “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Hmph, well according to Morgana you’re the same age you were when you fought battles years ago yet now, you’re reduced to being an overgrown child” Arthur knew Mordred could just feel his smirk.

“Pot, meet kettle!”

Arthur needed a moment to understand the phrase.

“And how pray tell am I a child?”

“I would but I actually want to leave here sometime today” Mordred rolled his eyes.

Finally, Arthur stepped out in his new modern clothes. Blue denim trousers along with a skin tight red t-shirt. The new look being complete with black construction boots they got earlier.

“It’ll suffice” Arthur did actually think the material wasn’t bad, but it didn’t beat silk.

“Fabulous.” Mordred could not have been less impressed.

As they paid for the clothes and left the store, they both wondered what exactly they should do now. Morgana wasn’t exactly specific, how was he supposed to show Arthur anything about the 21^st Century when he’s barely lived on his own to begin with?

Everything he knows about living in the world of today was simply by watching his parents.

“You should find a job”

“Hilarious”

“Yeah, didn’t think you would either” Well he tried; Morgana can do this herself if she didn’t like it.

They just stood there watching people pass around them.

Talk about an awkward silence. But what were they supposed to say?

Fuck it, Mordred isn’t scared of Arthur.

“Did you even stop and ask yourself why you were doing it before you killed her??”

Arthur turned to him, confused as to what he was saying.

“Her?”

Mordred tightened his lips “Kara.”

Arthur still didn’t really know who exactly he’s talking about.

“Kara...?”

Mordred flinched; how dare he forget her! Why should he be surprised, he’s killed so many of his kind of course he wouldn’t keep track!

“The love of my life you bastard!” People began to stare at the pair as they hurriedly walked past.

“…” Arthur honestly is trying to remember, but given recent events it’s not like this is at the forefront of his mind.

Finally.

“The girl you betrayed Camelot for, now I remember.”

Mordred glared at Arthur’s blank look, wanting so much to incinerate him on the spot, if only he had magic in this life. But before he can so much as shout again a woman told them off for being in front of her business scaring away guests and told them to either come in and buy something or sod off.

Arthur and Mordred looked back at each other before they began walking toward the direction of the forest, where Morgana and Merlin’s house dwelled.

“…”

“…”

Funny thing is though, it was a pretty long walk all things considered. Mordred wondered why Merlin and Morgana chose to live so far from the city but supposed they must value their privacy. 

He just wished he could fly. 

By the time they were near the cottage Arthur suddenly stopped walking and turned toward him.

Mordred quirked a brow, his body tensing up. He prepared himself in case Arthur tried to attack.

The bad news on that? Well, he may remember his skills from his previous life but his current body didn’t, not to the same extent at least. He’s practically a twig compared to his time as a Knight of Camelot. 

He didn’t even have magic also, so he’s at an enormous disadvantage if Arthur decides to kill him now.

Arthur looked at his former knight and protégé, wondering how this could ever possibly work.

He doesn’t even know why he’s here let alone Mordred.

What he does know however is that they were both brought back for a reason, they had to find some way to form a truce at least until they’ve fulfilled whatever purpose Destiny had for them.

“Look, I’m not going to apologize for having to put down someone that I gave a clear chance of clemency to right before she pledged to try to kill me again.”

“Liar!”

Arthur sighed “Believe what you want, but you do realize it had nothing to do with her being a druid or magic. She had literally tried to stab me and you’re mad about me retaliating properly. You’re just unreasonable because it was someone you liked. You betrayed us all because of a girl.” 

“Shut up…!” Mordred thought about throwing a punch, god he wanted to so badly. 

“Use your brain Mordred, I made it my policy to end hostilities with the Druids when I became King, you know it because you saw it. I have no reason at all to lie simply because it serves no purpose. Not to me and not to you.” 

“Shut up!”

Arthur leaned close to Mordred with a look that one could say was both of pity and sympathy. 

“You just hate having to admit that the girl you loved was in the wrong and that you ended up doing things you regret, like betraying those who were your friends.”

Mordred finally did punch Arthur angrily huffing and puffing as he ignored the pain in his hand. 

He tried hard to keep his eyes from shedding a single tear at Arthur’s words. 

To Arthur? Hardly the most damaging punch he ever received; in fact it was one of the weakest. But at least now they’re getting this out into the open. 

Arthur turned back to Mordred as he wiped some blood off his lip. 

Mordred didn’t have any time to be proud of that before he was knocked off his feet by a blow to his solar plexus. He collapsed to his knees gasping for breath.

Arthur crossed his arms, waiting for Mordred to compose himself. That felt so very satisfying.

Now he’s ready for that truce. 

Mordred glared as he slowly made his way to his feet.

“There we’re even. You killed and I killed you back. Now can we please focus on figuring out what our Destiny is so that we can actually get the answers we need?”

Mordred squinted his eyes as he wondered if this was simply Arthur trying to deceive him. 

“You can’t deny that you want answers too, there’s no way it was mere happenstance that you got your memories back on the same day I returned to life.” 

Arthur needed to know that he had at least one less enemy to focus on. Relieved when Mordred finally sighed and nodded his head.

“Fine Arthur I’ll admit, yes I’m very fucking curious. But I’m letting you know now; I won’t hesitate if our Destinies are in opposition to each other once more.” Mordred couldn’t say he felt 100% about his words, he just felt exhausted right now. 

Arthur gripped his sword handle at his hip and stared down his former knight and friend “Glad we’re on the same page.” 

Then finally they both returned to the cottage…and the door was open? They could have sworn they closed it. It also appears that the windows were fixed.

Perhaps Morgana returned and cleaned up her mess? Arthur supposed but he really hoped it was Merlin, if Morgana was still gone than now was the perfect opportunity to speak to him without his sister’s interference. 

Despite the apparent genuine nature of her supposed feelings for Merlin, Arthur would be a fool to just trust her. 

She played the long game with him before back in Camelot when they had “found” her after a year of being missing by “bandits”. When in reality she had been in league with Morgause and worked to take over Camelot. 

Perhaps Merlin was enchanted? But wouldn’t that make Morgana stronger than him? That doesn’t make much sense but, what other explanation could there be? 

For god's sake he literally saw Merlin stab Morgana with what should have been a fatal wound just prior to his death and now supposedly they're in love? Nonsense.

He can’t lose sight of who he’s dealing with, a viper. He can’t allow himself to be fooled again and he can’t let Merlin be used as a pawn. 

Wait, why is it so windy here? 

But as Arthur went upstairs, he noticed that…well…half the 1st floor is completely destroyed and the wind was coming from the now obvious lack of walls and roof…

“WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!?!” 

Did Merlin and Morgana have a battle? Was Merlin trying to break free from her spell and they fought for control??? 

He barely noticed Mordred running him behind him and assessing the sight before him.

“This entire floor is torn to shreds, looks like the bathroom got the worst of it.”

Judging from the fact that the bathroom didn’t exist anymore…yeah you think? 

“What do you think could have happened?”

Arthur took a second to realize Mordred was actually asking him. 

He really wants to be wrong, Morgana’s story sounded genuine to him this morning, but damn it! Damn her! And honestly damn Merlin for ruining his ability to trust people! 

“Be honest Mordred, do you really believe Morgana simply let bygones be bygones with Merlin and is so happy just being a wife. Or is it more likely that she’s controlling him somehow so that he can no longer oppose her?”

Mordred didn’t really know himself if he was being honest. Because the last that he saw of Morgana she was dead set on killing Arthur but especially Merlin. 

So to hear that now they’re suddenly in love and married and she…forgave him? It doesn’t match up to the Morgana he knew at the end of his old life.

Maybe the Morgana he originally knew, the one who sheltered him in her chambers and helped him escape Camelot. But definitely not the cold Priestess who was willing to forgive his own actions against her just to find out Emrys’ identity. 

“If I were a betting man, I’d say at the very least Arthur you have just cause to be suspicious of her. But I have no concrete evidence one way or another.”

Arthur was a bit surprised that Mordred was even entertaining his concern, he honestly expected him to side with Morgana as was his Destiny before.

Which only makes him more eager to know just what their current Destiny is now...!

They heard a door close behind him and they saw Morgana coming out of her room with a rather annoyed look on her face as she gazed at them. 

“You two really know how to kill a mood, let me just say.” Morgana dryly stated as she uttered a spell that began to repair the damage. 

“Oh can it! What the devil has gone on here?! Where’s Merlin???” Arthur was getting frustrated at her always taking this as some sort of joke. 

“What’s with this hostility? Those trousers too tight for your bollocks?” Morgana smirked as she saw Arthur’s confusion.

Mordred rolled his eyes and whispered in Arthur’s ear; the former King spluttered and was aghast when he turned back to his obnoxious sister.

“How could you say something so…ugh so…”

Morgana quirked a brow, placing a hand on her hip as the damages around them were now fully repaired.

“I know it’s been centuries and that you’ve never been the brightest of the bunch, but surely you didn’t forget how to speak words brother?”

“Tck…I know how to speak perfectly well! How could you say something so…scandalous?!”

“Hmph, about what Arthur?”

“You know what don’t toy with me.”

“No really, maybe you should be specific...?” Oh how she enjoyed making him squirm.

“Bollocks!” Arthur was fuming that he had fallen into another one of her games.

“Oh brother, it’s nice to see you becoming a big boy. Don’t worry I’m sure your balls were always as useless as the rest of you.” Arthur was aghast with an angry blush on his cheeks with Mordred trying to contain his chuckling. Smirking, she than leaned in to his ear.

"Merlin's on the other hand was absolutely divine."

With that Morgana left to the kitchen leaving a now green Arthur looking shocked and Mordred wondering what she said to him. 

She and Merlin??? Merlin and she??? They had... Arthur tried so hard not to puke at the thought. 

Should he be surprised? No, Morgana has always behaved in whatever manner she wanted even under their father. Commissioning the most revealing dresses possible just to strike Uther’s nerve in a petty show of defiance.

Now apparently she's bragging about having a 'tumbling in the hay' by his former manservant in terms worthy of Gwaine.

Wait! She left her room unattended, now’s the perfect time to snoop around, and if Merlin’s there than even better!

“Mordred, go downstairs and distract her, I’m going to see if Merlin is inside her room, and if not than I’ll look for anything she may really be up to. Anything at all that could answer our questions.” Arthur whispered to the younger boy, hoping Morgana doesn’t have a spell to enhance hearing.

Mordred was skeptical this plan would work, but went along with it on the small chance that they could finally know what the fates had in store for them.

Once Arthur saw him leave, he waited for sounds of conversation to begin and once they did he made his way to their door.

Alright, he really hopes Merlin is in here. Not just because he hopes to finally learn of the fate of Gwen and his people, but to save his friend from the seductive woes of his sister.

But the second Arthur placed his hand on the door handle he was collapsed to the floor unconscious.

When Arthur awoke, judging from the sun’s rays gleaming through the windows he’d say he was out for maybe a couple of hours.

Ugh his head...

Arthur gripped the back of his head trying to remember how exactly he got to couch in the living room.

“Ah your awake.”

Arthur turned to see Morgana starring at him from the kitchen, her hair was tied up covered in a green beanie and her sleeves were rolled up with what he now knows to be an … apron? Yes! A red apron was wrapped around her upper body.

The smell in the air was nice, earthy, meaty, a bit of a spicy aroma. Oh, she’s cooking.

Wait…Morgana is cooking? Since when does she cook???

“Did you really think I was that stupid as to just give you free reign of my home after the stunt you pulled last night? I took the liberty of enchanting the doors forbidden to you.” Morgana went back to preparing the food as Arthur glared at her back, angered at his failure once again.

“How did I get here? Where’s Mordred?”

Morgana rolled her eyes as she took the roasted chicken out of the oven. Cooking helped her when she was stressed, giving her something else to focus on. Arthur didn’t need to know that however.

“Oh him? Nice try having him be your little accomplice but I saw through that little ruse. He’s in the closet actually, I thought he needed a time out. I suppose now he can be let out.” A flash of gold and out Mordred came from the storage room beneath the stairs, knocking into the wall.

“Ugh….” Mordred was just glad he can finally move with more space. He thinks Morgana might have given him claustrophobia.

Arthur winced as he pitied the boy, that couldn’t have been fun.

Morgana turned off the oven and removed her apron.

They’re really treading on thin ice, and it’s barely been 24 hours.

“Well than, care to explain yourselves?” Morgana practically oozed intimidation as she crossed her arms.

“I know you’re up to something! What happened here that destroyed much of this place??? Did Merlin break free from your control and you tried to re-subdue him?!” Arthur gritted his teeth.

Mordred tensed, hoping this in itself didn’t start a fight.

Morgana should have anticipated this; Arthur was always a stubborn fool. She’s was wise not to get him a phone. But apparently, he and Mordred are taking her suggestion of playing nice a bit too well, so it’s only a matter of time before Arthur demands he help him obtain one.

Luckily, she didn’t give Mordred Merlin’s number. She supposes Merlin no longer has the option to call him anymore without knowing if Arthur is listening in.

“Your stupidity never ceases to amaze me Arthur, do tell. What horrid plot am I concocting that would enable you to arrive to this absurd conclusion?” If she knew Arthur as well as she thinks she does, than he’ll probably say...

“All this marriage stuff, the so-called history between you two?! Admit it! You enchanted him didn’t you?! All this because you know if you ever fought him again, he would win and ruin your plans!!!” Arthur ignored the pounding on his head as he stood on his feet to show Morgana, he was ready for anything.

Oh please.

Mordred kept looking between the two Pendragons, both incredibly stubborn and unrelenting. But only one of them has the power to instantly snuff out the others life.

“Bravo Arthur, I must confess I’m rather flattered you think so highly of me as to be able to mastermind this for hundreds of years. Though I doubt Merlin would agree with either of us on that.” Morgana quipped as she gave Arthur a round of applause.

“Release him from you spell! I won’t let you use him for your plans of destruction!”

Morgana’s amusement quickly ran out and turned to irritation. “Alright genius, what’s my plan?”

“It’s-” Arthur paused, what IS her plan?

Camelot apparently is no more, so what would she want to rule?

Of course! Albion, or in this case the United Kingdom!

“Of course your plan is to topple the Queen Elizabeth and put yourself on the throne!”

Morgana snorted, “Oh sure. You caught me, 1500 years and I choose now to make myself Queen of Britain, hell why stop there? Why not conquer the entire world?”

Arthur’s eyes widened, the entire world?!?! Well now he must stop her no matter what.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Arthur do you hear yourself speak?! Obviously I’m not interested, haven’t been interested in mortal affairs in decades!”

Mordred could feel the static increasing in the air. So much for living longer than before…

“How am I supposed to know what goes on in that sick mind of yours?! Every time I think you can’t stoop any lower you continued to surpass my expectations over and over again!”

“And every time I think you can’t be the biggest bastard on the planet you end up being 10 times worse!” Morgana tried so hard not to lash out, the last thing she felt like doing was repairing her entire house…again. But Arthur was making it very tempting to silence him once and for all.

“A bit ironic coming from an actual bastard” Arthur quipped back.

“Shit…!” Mordred really began to wonder how they’ll get out of this in one piece???

Morgana’s eyes glared in menacing molten gold, the reminder of her status in Uther’s eyes too much to rein back. She raised an hand aimed at Arthur “Get out of my house.”

Arthur unsheathed excalibur and readied his stance, not intimidated in his rage. “Not until Merlin is free from your delusional ways.”

Morgana and Arthur starred at each other coldly as bits of static littered around Morgana, as if she was bathing in electricity. Her hair blowing in every direction, while Arthur remained composed. Ever the warrior.

Mordred cursed himself for getting in the middle of this, surely there was a more discreet way of figuring out their Destiny but noooo once a Pendragon opens their mouths, they just have to go for the jugular do they???

"Forbearne! Akwele!" Morgana shot a fire ball at Arthur who used a pillow as a shield than tossed it directly at her.

Once she effortlessly tossed it away, she began to practically dance around his swings. Showing off a bit of her skills that have built throughout her centuries of living.

“Taflu eich hunain at fy ngelyn!” A flash of gold and all the empty plates cups and silverware began shooting at Arthur.

Arthur squatted beneath the table to hide himself from most of the assault before Morgana destroyed that as well.

Just as she was going to strike Arthur with lightning however Mordred came and wrapped his arms around her midsection stopping her attack midway.

“Stop both of you, if you don’t you’re going to end up killing each other!”

“Wrong! I just don’t want to have to waste more magic rebuilding my house!” Morgana's golden eyes gleamed as she electrocuted herself to get Mordred to release her as he spasmed on the ground.

However in doing so she made a fatal error. She failed to notice that Arthur used that brief moment to charge, about to land a fatal blow.

Morgana knew she fucked up by the time the tip was about to graze her heart

“Can excalibur kill me?!?! It didn’t before but…Arthur is its true wielder…Merlin…” 

Than, Arthur stopped his attack…yet seemed confused as to why.

He couldn’t move.

Than he was lifted in the air, dropping excalibur on the floor as his body flew towards the stairs…where Merlin stood with a murderous look on his golden eyes.

Arthur stopped midair a few steps from Merlin to the floor on his knees as Merlin than clenched his fist. Closing Arthur’s airways and squeezing his lungs.

“How dare you.” His cold yet quiet voice spoke as his fist clenched as tight as it possibly could.

Arthur couldn’t believe it, here finally was his former manservant his best friend. And he was trying to kill him. Curse Morgana and her enchantment! He tried to open his mouth and beg his friend to fight her evil but it was no use, he was quickly losing oxygen.

Merlin’s aura didn’t appear all flashy or staticky like Morgana…but the very gravity around him felt 10 times stronger than what it should have been.

Arthur’s bones feel like they’re stretching, the pressure…it’s too much.

Without looking, Merlin’s other hand opened and Mordred flew next to Arthur in the same position. Suffocating the second Merlin clenched his other fist.

“If Destiny thinks for a single second, that I’m going to let anyone, absolutely anyone take from me the one person with whom my life shines in this sea of darkness…than that dusty old crone is about to be sorely disappointed.”

Merlin gritted his teeth with uncontrollable rage…but he didn’t want this to be over just yet. He allowed them a second of reprieve before re-clenching their lungs.

“First you take over my life, then you condemn me to forever walk the earth – forever a wandering soul, now you have the GALL to come into my home and ATTACK MY WIFE?!?!?! You humans never cease to amaze me with your audacity. 

Well if Destiny thinks I can be bullied by it once again, I’m sure it will think twice when I strip you of your souls right now” The smirk on his face was foreign to who Merlin was, neither of his two victims could match it to the Merlin they knew in Camelot.

Everything is turning black…they’re actually about to die…they’re…

“Merlin that’s enough love.”

Merlin’s smirk turned into a frown as he turned - blinking real slowly - toward his wife, who was now to his right. When did she get here?

“I need to stop them, I need to stop it from happening…” Merlin began to mutter a great number of things as he clenched his eyes shut, still holding Arthur and Mordred’s lungs hostage.

Morgana gave Merlin’s cheek a tap which turned into a caress.

“Merlin, it’s 2022…the war is over. The German’s lost. You’re not there anymore, you’re safe. The world is still here. Hope is still alive, don’t you remember?” Morgana soothed as Merlin had grabbed her face, searching for any injuries while his magic kept the other two bound. Panicked that she may be hurt, or worse...that he hurt her. 

Morgana grabbed Merlin's head and turned his gaze to her eyes.

"Come back to me" 

Merlin began to dry heave as tears began to fall from his eyes, eyes which now returned to sapphire blue.

He released the other two as he collapsed to his knees, Morgana coming with him and embraced him. Confirming that his worst fears were just in his head in loving whispers, just lost in their own world.

Arthur and Mordred meanwhile were grasping their throats, regaining their breaths as they looked in fear at the two mages.

Just another few seconds and Merlin would have killed them with hardly any effort…ironically it was Morgana who saved them.

“But why?! This makes no sense!!” Arthur couldn’t begin to wrap his head around all this.

“You two.” Morgana turned to them with a blank gaze, assessing them as they littered on her floor.

“You’re done here.” With a flash of gold the last High Priestess sent the two figures of Destiny spiraling out of her house…out of the forest…out of their lives.

“And take your fucking Destiny with you.” With that she magicked the door shut, locking it and a magical barrier on top of that.

She turned back to her husband, as he just laid his face hidden in her neck...a dead look in his eyes.

“C’mon Merlin, let’s have dinner in bed tonight, I'm sure there's plenty of films or show we can watch together.” Morgana muttered to her husband, kissing his forehead.

So much for making peace with her brother, but oh well.

She hasn’t seen Merlin like this…this ominous presence…it’s been ages.

Perhaps they need time to get away, a change of scenery would do them good as it did before.

Merlin needs her now more than ever, to be there for him like he was for her all those times she found herself in dire situations over the centuries…and now again.

She doesn’t know for sure if excalibur can kill her with Arthur as the wielder but is nonetheless grateful that Merlin saved her just in time despite the fact that seeing Arthur triggers his trauma. This man, if that doesn't demonstrate his love to her than what does?

Speaking of…

She saw excalibur still lying on the floor, she magicked it into a metal box and sealing it with a spell. Hopefully that will never see the light of day again.

She lifted herself and Merlin back on his feet and up the stairs to their room.

No matter what, they stick together. Come hell or high water, if it’s a fight they want they’ll be ready next time.

They won’t win.

Chapter Text

Seems like watching reruns of Friends was enough to at least get Merlin to eat his food while observing the comedic scenes on the screen.

Morgana was glad about that much, if Merlin thought it slipped her mind that he ate nothing at all today than she is absolutely not sorry to disappoint him.

Also she really worked hard on that roast, Merlin was a man of simple taste aside from the occasional exotic food he'd rather go for more "traditional" meals.

She'll get him into pineapple pizza one day, mark her words.

Given the 24 hours they’ve had? This was practically a holiday in comparison. 

Still when she thinks back to just an hour ago...she might have actually died…

She didn’t have tangible proof but…she just felt that if Arthur had succeeded in his attack she would have been gone.

Merlin would have undoubtedly thrown any morals he had out the window, and well…Arthur and Mordred got a mere taste of what she herself knew he was fully capable of.

But more importantly, he would be all alone. 

The first time she felt Merlin like that was during the climax of the second world war. 

After missing out in the first global conflict due to their policy of not involving themselves in mortal affairs after their marriage. However they decided to answer the call to arms this time around, as the devastation dealt by the previous war was too much for them to ignore.

However, Morgana unfortunately was stuck in Europe. Not only acting as a nurse but manning any anti aircraft weaponry as women were forbidden from being in direct combat roles. Of course the only reason she complied was that battlefields after the invention of explosives became too dangerous for her to simply lurk behind enemy lines and use magic from afar…all it took was one tank, one stray missile to maybe aim a bit too close for comfort. It was simply no longer possible for her to discreetly use magic to her benefit during a battle unlike in Camelot where she need only watch out for an arrow or reckless knight.

However this meant that she had no way to know what happened to Merlin when his aura suddenly disappeared from her senses in 1944, no amount of scrying seemed to work almost as if she were being blocked by something. And only when he returned not long after the war had ended did she begin to feel a more…sinister tone beneath his once warm noble aura.

It was angry, vengeful, spiteful. It honestly felt like something she herself would have unleashed rather than anything Merlin would have. 

He was never the same after that. Whatever happened to him within that year destroyed him, completely changing his perception of the world…and the people living in it. 

She tried her best to get through to him but it was as if she were speaking to a ghost, and eventually he left her. For years he kept evading her pursuits, until she learned from Aithusa that Merlin was the one responsible for the tensions building up between America and the Soviets. Finally in 1962 she was able to stop him and prevent his wrath on the world in the form of Nuclear annihilation. Ever since then she worked hard to try and help heal Merlin of his trauma, which was the source that fueled the darkness within him. 

He would have done the same if she were in his shoes. All they have is each other, no one else would care what happens to them. 

So if Arthur had actually killed her…

Well, she remembers how she herself felt when Merlin pierced himself with excalibur all those years ago. She was expecting to feel satisfaction, fulfillment, or even pity. 

Instead she felt…empty. 

Lost, confused, hurt, sad, in those precious few moments she realized that she was in fact all alone now. Merlin was the only one who knew the real her, who understood her and the only other person who can possibly fathom what the life of an Immortal is like. 

So the thought of Merlin having to feel that same feeling, combined with his fractured state of mind and all that he’s been through? 

She doubts that the world, least of all Arthur would survive the wrath of Emrys. 

She shudders at the thought, and resolves that it won’t happen. No one but her can release excalibur and she never intends to. Destiny has lost its most valuable weapon against her. 

She can just now focus on getting Merlin’s recovery back on track. Prior to Arthur’s meddling he was doing rather well all things considered. Their decision to isolate themselves in the wilderness bore fruit. Merlin’s senses and mood softened at being among nature once more. 

And simply doing activities in which he can rediscover the good in people like working in orphanages or shelters or even the botanical garden. 

She hopes that it’s not too late to save his smile.

“I’m sorry.”

Morgana snapped out of her thoughts and turned to Merlin who was staring down at his half eaten plate. 

“I promised you that you wouldn’t have to see me like that again. That I wouldn’t…”

Morgana rubbed his arm, willing him to keep going. 

“That I wouldn’t lose myself again. I do remember my promise to you, I swear I do. And so long as we both draw breath I will never break it.”

Morgana pulled him over to her and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, Merlin’s head leaning on her neck.

“You’re too hard on yourself, the man you once called friend was about to kill your wife. If it were the other way around and it was Morgause trying to kill you, I wouldn't have held back either.” 

Merlin gripped her arms, wanting to relish in this feeling.

“I don’t like being that way.”

“I know.”

“I feel so dirty.”

“No more than I was dear.”

“Sometimes I still think about it.”

Morgana looked down at Merlin, who kept his gaze at the tv. 

“I keep remembering the sheer conviction I had, the feeling of utter disgust at the thought of humans destroying the world in which I was born. For meddling with forces beyond their understanding. For daring to take what doesn’t belong to them, for trying to…” Merlin bit his lip. For so long he kept this from his wife, not wanting her to pity him anymore than she already has.

“Merlin stop. This isn’t me showing you pity, this me caring about you and your wellbeing.” Morgana can definitely read that look on Merlin’s face, so self-deprecating.  

Truly there was no one, neither in the past nor present, who hated Merlin more than Merlin himself. 

She suspects that whatever trauma that drives the dark impulses within Merlin, has somehow found a way to connect itself to Arthur. But how? 

“Please tell me, don’t you think I have a right to finally know?” Morgana leaned their foreheads together. Hoping that Merlin would just let it out, surely now nearly a century later they can finally talk about it. 

Merlin looked into her beautiful emerald eyes, and wondered if he should really shatter her mind with the truth? 

He promised her he would never lie to her again. 

Given that his first lie to her led to Destiny tearing them apart…he should know better by now. 

Merlin sighed and with a steady voice and clear throat he told her everything.

“It was in April of 1944, we had just crushed the Nazi forces defending the Bergen-Belsen death camp and we liberated it.”

Morgana can see how heavy this was weighing Merlin, she only saw the pictures like everyone else. He actually saw the cruelty firsthand. 

“It was absolutely horrific, it made anything Uther did in his genocide of sorcerers pale in comparison. 

My squad helped the survivors in any way we could. I had every intention of wiping that…place off the face of the earth, but when it was time to depart I stayed behind in order to rain down lightning from the heavens. When I was struck by a projectile which temporarily canceled out my magic. Shocked I was unaware to the blow on my head, which knocked me unconscious.”

Morgana was shocked. 

“Canceled his magic?!?! How?!?  What mortal contraption could have possibly been able to do that?!” 

“When I awoke, I was strapped to a table in what appeared to be a laboratory. The scientists working were German, the guards were German, even the fucking dogs were German!” Merlin’s eyes turned gold as the room began to shake.

Morgana’s own golden eyes kept the house stable as she told Merlin to breathe, that it’s all in the past now.

Merlin sighed, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry.”

Merlin used his magic to fix the broken plate that fell and cleaned the floor of the food he simply could not finish right now.

“Merlin, what I don’t understand is how? How were those mortals able to even know you had magic? Let alone manage to overpower you?” Morgana knew it wasn’t impossible, in the past cold iron was used to subdue sorcerers. But it wouldn’t work on Merlin or at least it shouldn't be able to work on Merlin.

It would be akin to a dam trying to stop a tsunami...it's just not going to happen. 

Merlin knew that once he said this, he couldn't take it back. Not without violating Morgana’s trust if he were to dare wipe her memory of this conversation.

Morgana held his hands tightly. “Listen, we have persevered through many obstacles even individually. So together? What have we to worry about?” 

Merlin could see the sheer determination in her eyes, how he always appreciated her ability to turn any tragic event into the fuel that pushes her forward. 

He used to be that way; he remembers. Lately however…

“Merlin, perhaps part of the reason you haven’t been able to move on is simply because you’ve been holding it in for all these years.”

And it wasn’t like they could get a therapist for multiple reasons.

One - Merlin isn’t exactly the easiest to get him to spill his guts especially to a stranger.

Two - The damn therapist wouldn’t believe them anyway.

Three - Even if they did, they’d just try to get them admitted into some asylum…where she’d have to kill everyone to escape.

Four - If proved their words were true...than they'd have to kill the poor therapist before being reported to governments all over the world...

So it’s up to her to play therapist instead.

“Please don’t do it for me, do it for you. Who did this to you?”

Merlin took a deep breath, gathering the will power oozing from the love of his life. 

“The man who led those monsters was Cornelius Sigan.” 

Morgana widened her eyes and failed to stifle a gasp.

“Sigan??? But wasn’t he---”

“The sorcerer whose spirit is able to possess others? Yes.” Merlin gripped his forehead as he tried to keep from being lost in his memories of his time in that hell.

Morgana was so confused, how was Sigan even there??? Did he still have magic? How did he even know about Merlin??? Or even where to find him?!?!

“Merlin what did he—”

“No.”

“But-”

“Please…not now.”

Morgana stopped; she knew Merlin could take no more. She just needed to know one last thing.

“At least tell me he’s dead…?”

Merlin turned away from her as he stood and walked towards the window. The moon being a waning crescent tonight.

Morgana followed him to his left and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“He’s still alive, isn’t he?”

Merlin looked up at the moon, mystified at its beauty. Wishing that he and Morgana can simply be carried off into the skies above and leave the world to its fate.

But alas, they never did get to have anything without a cost.

“Yes and no.”

Morgana squinted her eyes, well what did that mean?

“If you mean, did I destroy his host at the time than yes. I ordered Aithusa to feast on his flesh.”

Had Morgana been anyone else she would have winced at the casual cruelty in his voice but she could only wish she’d have been there to witness that sight with her own eyes.

“However no, in my haste to…leave...I had neglected to seal his spirit in another prison. And though before he needed to be in contact with someone to possess them originally, he kept boasting about how much science and technology has improved his knowledge of the ancient arts. He had the Cup of Life, siphoning its power to aid in his experimental search for true everlasting life. Finding a way to remain on this plane no matter how many lives he destroyed.” Merlin clenched his fists as the memory of Sigan laughing so cockily as Merlin’s screams echoed the lab.

Morgana tried to see what he meant. If Sigan no longer required immediate contact with a body to possess them to survive than…

“If he were a true immortal like us, we’d be able to sense him so that can’t be it.” She rationalized.

Merlin agreed “Yes, that isn’t quite so achievable to Sigan. Though it is one of his ultimate goals.”

Morgana thought about it some more…

“Then…he’s able to reincarnate his spirit???”

“It was his failsafe.”

“But that sounds impractical, like it would be worse than simply possessing someone? Why bother? He’d have to go through life all over again even if he retained his memories and magic.”

Merlin sighed “Because it means I’ll have no clue how to find him, he can literally be anyone! Anyone! The war was 80 years ago, for all I know he’s some decrepit old man or someone as young as 5 and I wouldn’t be able to tell!” The window smashed as Merlin’s anger finally escaped him.

Morgana quickly fixed the damage before she turned Merlin’s gaze to hers.

“Who cares, let him come. I’m not afraid of someone who’s pathetically trying to match his betters. He will suffer for what he did. You know full well that I’m quite creative when it comes to revenge. And Sigan’s screams will definitely be those that I plan to laugh at the very sound of. Mark my words Merlin.” Framing his face in her hands she kissed him with a heated passion.

Merlin eventually pulled back as finally he gave her a smile.

“I always forget just how assertive you can be when you want to destroy someone vehemently.”

Morgana’s brow rose as she gave a light smirk. “This time we’re in this together.”

Merlin’s smile grew as his aura once more became quiet and peaceful, and with a solid nod “Always.”

Destiny thinks they can be intimidated by Sigan? Wrong. It doesn’t matter who it is, Arthur, Mordred, Sigan or the fates themselves. They weren’t going down so easily.

As the night dragged on, they decided to get ready for bed, Morgana changed into her sleepwear while tying her hair into a bun.

Merlin had taken his medication, just as he promised her.

Merlin was already beneath the sheets watching the evening news on the telly.

“Astrologists say that soon in the coming months we’ll see a once in a millennium phenomenon known to experts as the Conjunction: Planetary Alignment. Or in laymen’s terms when the planets are in the same part of the sky at the same time.”

Huh funny, apparently the same event happened over a thousand years ago actually. Shame she knew shit about astrology back than else she might have actually taken the time to see it.

“This event however will only last around 38 hours, experts are rather befuddled by this since that would mean the planets are orbiting way above their normal speed.”

No doubt the work of the Goddess, the alignment of worlds always has a dramatic impact on the magic of said worlds.

“It’s sure to be a splendid sight to behold, so be sure to invest in a telescope for you’ll definitely want to say that you saw all the planets of our solar system in your lifetime.”

Merlin turned off the screen and got himself comfortable.

As Morgana insured the heating was at a reasonable level and that everything was where it should be, she joined him beneath warm covers of their bed.

“We should do something together, something fun. Something we either haven’t done or done in a while. Doesn’t have to be in England either.” Morgana looked at Merlin, wondering if he’d be interested.

Merlin thought about it, yeah it would be nice to get out of this place. It’s been long enough and a nice holiday with Morgana definitely sounds like just the thing he needed.

“As long as it isn’t India again, I hated those elephants.” Merlin than turned off the lights and laid on his pillow.

With a chuckle Morgana shook her head “It’s not the elephant’s fault that a mouse ran by Merlin.” She laid her head on his chest as she could practically feel his eyes rolling.

He wrapped his arms around her, losing himself in her presence. So, at peace.

“No India.” He kissed her head.

“Ha, fine fine”

They’d make a decision soon, it’s not like they lack the money to go wherever…or just fly there with Aithusa.

“Good night Morgana.”

“Good night elephant hater.”

Morgana smiled as she felt his hand tap her shoulder, than nodded off as both mages entered the world of dreams.

Few hours earlier

Arthur and Mordred finally dropped at the edge of the forest leading to the cottage.

Both groaning as their throats were so sore from Merlin’s attack.

Merlin’s attack…

Merlin.

Arthur was at a loss.

He didn’t know what to think about all this. He didn’t think he could handle it if it turned out that Merlin was not in fact under an enchantment. That ultimately, he truly is in love with Morgana.

Has he completely forgotten everything she’s done???

All the people that she hurt and killed in her lust for power?!?!

Having his uncle kill their father which led to him blaming Merlin.

Killing Elyan, brother to his wife, a loyal friend and trusted knight. 

Controlling his precious wife Guinevere to try to kill him and even framed Merlin for poisoning him.

But Morgana can just bat her eyes and Merlin will come barking?!?! 

Why why why?!?!

Arthur didn’t really feel like getting up from the ground. His gaze at the twilight sky, stars just slightly beginning to appear.

If he took everything at face value, than Merlin apparently was the only reason he ever survived anything since he first arrived at Camelot. 

And if Merlin truly isn’t under any spell by Morgana than…

What is Arthur without Emrys by his side? 

Why is he even here? 

What purpose does Destiny want done that it restored him to life???

If someone would just tell him…

He heard Mordred finally sitting up and clearing his throat.

“Well…hopefully this teaches you to not call anyone a bastard that can shoot lightning out of her finger tips and has what is essentially a god for a husband...” Mordred kept rubbing his throat in circular motions. 

Arthur just kept looking up, he didn’t have the patience nor the energy to pretend he cares what Mordred is saying. 

Mordred looked at Arthur just being motionless, he didn’t think he would look so…pathetic. 

It was a far cry from the confident and fierce King he once served and fought so long ago. It was almost a bit sad.

But he didn’t have the time to be waiting around for Arthur to get his groove back. 

Sometimes he thinks he should have just stayed home but too late, he’s in too deep.

“Look, clearly what just happened proved that whatever Morgana has been saying about them? Well it’s real. It’s clearly something you don’t want to acknowledge as true but you need to accept reality. Neither of them want us around.” Mordred couldn’t be more clear. 

Arthur finally has a reaction in the form of his hands gripping the grass and dirt beneath him.

“Surely you see that Merlin wasn’t under a love spell?”

“…”

“And even if he were, you do realize he could easily break out of it?” 

“…”

Mordred sighed “Out with it, what’s the real thing keeping you from just facing the truth?”.

Arthur’s eyes finally glanced at Mordred “What’s the alternative? That my best friend…the man I trusted…the man who apparently never trusted me…the man who said he always believed in me…the man who’s always had my back…wants nothing to do with me anymore?” A tear escaped Arthur’s eye as he was forced to reveal his greatest fear aloud. 

Mordred was a bit stunned, he couldn’t say he actually expected Arthur to say what he felt. He couldn’t deny that he even felt for the former King. 

“It’d be one thing, if it were literally anyone else. Anyone else I would have understood. But Morgana? The same Morgana that caused so much chaos and misery in our lives?” Arthur paused trying to keep his emotions from spiraling out of control, he failed.

“He spits on the lives of our friends and loved ones! For what reason did we fight if he was just going to fuck her the second she paid the slightest attention to him?!?! Did he even tell Gwen that Morgana was still alive?!?! Gaius?! Oh how they’re spinning in their graves!!!”

Arthur at this point couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, no longer caring and even forgetting that Mordred was right there.

“Then there’s her…acting like she was such a damn hero! That she simply couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge the terror and pain she inflicted! The sheer hubris and glee when confronted with her past deeds!”

“…” Mordred could see Arthur unraveling and hardly thought he ever saw the old King like this, ever. 

“I never would have expected Merlin to become the sort of man who thought with his cock rather than his head! Morgana shows a bit of cleavage and that’s it, who cares if she tried and even succeeded in killing many of our friends?!?!”

With his rant finally losing steam, nothing could he heard except Arthur trying to control his breathing.

To Mordred, well it wasn’t like he joined Morgana back than because he genuinely wanted to…he just wanted to hurt Arthur and Merlin. 

So he can’t really argue the flaws of Morgana that Arthur just so eloquently laid out, as they were what pushed him away from her initially to begin with.

And than there’s Merlin…Emrys.

How odd is it that a person can look exactly the same yet it’s as if that person is someone else entirely?

Whether as a Knight of Camelot or even a General in Morgana’s army…what he felt when Emrys attacked them…he wonders if this is simply the result of whatever happened to Merlin during his years alive that Morgana couldn't tell them. And if that is why his presence never felt so...cold back in Camlann? 

Because if so, that Merlin definitely would have made easy work of them in that battle. 

“Look Arthur at the very least you’ll have to operate under the assumption that Morgana’s tale of events are indeed true, which includes their marriage. So why wouldn’t it make sense for Merlin to be loyal to his wife?”

And hell from what little he saw of both of them together, even if they weren’t married they’d still be in the corner of the other.

“Morgana and Merlin clearly have bonded in ways we’ll never truly understand. They did have over a millennia to get over their differences after all.”

“…” Arthur would really like to stop thinking about this.

*Sigh* “Well at the very least my phone’s damage is limited to just the screen. I’m going to call my parents and inform them I’m staying with an old friend and not to worry.” 

He’s just glad he’s finally 18. 

Otherwise he’d be forced to bring Arthur back to his home…and well good luck explaining to his parents why their minor son brought home a man nearly double his age…

Arthur idly heard Mordred stand and walked a fair distance away to speak to his parents in private.

He wants to get this done already.

He wants to complete whatever damn Destiny he has.

Anything to be able to go to wherever Gwen is.

To go home…

Chapter Text

1 month later

It’s as if the drama with Arthur and Destiny were a thing of the past, at least to Merlin and Morgana.

After weeks of simply flying from country to country along the Mediterranean coast they decided that winter was too cold…

So here they are now in Florida.

Miami was perfect, definitely having some of the best beaches in the world. 

But damn did they hate the sun…

“Remind me again why you decided to tan when you’re as pale as snow?” Merlin taunted as he kept himself safely beneath their umbrella, rubbing sunblock on Morgana’s legs.

“Oh shut it, you’re as pale as me! And how was I to know this would happen, it’s not like I ever tried to tan before!” Retorted a now cherry tomato Morgana.

Even in November the sun still cooks you in Florida!

Merlin rolled his eyes as he continued to rub more sunblock on Morgana’s back and shoulders.

Merlin has no right to judge her, it’s not like she ever stayed in one spot for the sun to fry her before!

“Wait, have you ever tanned before?”

Merlin looked at her amused, “If by tan you meant getting crisped up? Sure. And I’m never doing it again.”

Morgana quirked a brow “When was this?”

“Hmm, probably around the time I traveled to Alexandria around say the…7th century?”

“Egypt?”

“Yep.”

“What were you doing there?”

“Trying to see if I can find Alexander the Great’s tomb. I did.” 

Morgana waited for him to continue only to see the goof continue to just rub sunblock on her in silence.

She shoved his shoulder, “Well? Where was it?”

He had the nerve to stick his tongue out.

Morgana rolled her eyes “Ugh whatever don’t tell me, I’ll find out myself.”

Merlin laughed, pulling her close, planting a loud smooch on her cheek. “I know you’d find that more satisfying anyway.”

Morgana decided that she’s been covered in enough of the sun protecting cream, and laid on her back…under the umbrella this time. 

Merlin gave her his straw hat to help further block any straying sunlight from her face as she began to doze off. 

He then just decided to stare at the ocean, ignoring the people that littered the beach all around them. If only they knew just who exactly was among them.

Honing his senses toward the ocean, he felt as if all of his problems and stress was washing away with the tides. 

What was it his father told him once? 

Son of the earth, the sky, the ocean?

It certainly feels that way right now, so peaceful. 

At least until a volleyball hit him in the head.

Fucking why?!?!?!

Merlin turned toward the direction of where the ball was thrown and saw some college aged kids and a makeshift net. 

“Hey bro can ya throw it back?” Meathead #1 asked with his arms raised.

Merlin was going to throw something alright…throw him to the Pacific...!

Morgana grabbed his hand before he ended up turning that guy into a dolphin.

Damn she woke up…

Once she was confident Merlin was calm, she took the ball and kicked it over to the players, accepting an offer to play on one of their teams.

Merlin didn’t mind, at least he gets to watch her show off…

Morgana was always physically adept, recalling the time she tried to get him into swordsmanship before firearms really took off in the 18th century…yeah that didn’t last. 

Uther was such a fool never allowing her to sword-wield, not like she listened anyway even when she did discover her magic.

The way she moved as she ran to each available spot and spiking the ball at the other team was mesmerizing.

“Gods she’s beautiful.” To this day it is still hard to believe that out of all the people in the world, Morgana is who he told his vows to…and for her to actually love him especially…

Merlin shook his head, he promised her that he’d try and think more “positively” of himself…it’s a work in progress but he’ll give it a try he supposes.

In total there were 7 of those neanderthal brats around maybe in their 20s...?

Of course, you’re probably wondering how does being 20 years old make you a kid? Well, nearly everyone’s a kid compared to Merlin of course.

One team composed of 3 boys and 1 girl while Morgana’s composed of herself, 2 girls and a boy - the caveman who hit his head with that damn ball. 

To say it was amusing to see the guys and even the girls eyeing his wife was an understatement to say the least. None of them could handle Morgana even on the best day of her life.

Though it did irritate him slightly when the tall and wavy haired looking one kept flirting with her, they both trusted the other dearly to remain true to their vows.

He will admit though, the sight of his constant attempts at wooing his wife did remind him of… 

Hmm...?

Goodness, has it been so long he can’t even remember any of their names? 

Barring Gwen, there wasn’t really much of a reason left for Merlin to keep himself integrated in Camelot, he barely cared about anything after Camlann. 

Not until he and Morgana slowly began to repair their damaged relationship, when he and Aithusa finally saved the Dragon race from extinction did Merlin find a new purpose to live for.

But damnit come on! Who is the one he’s trying to remember?

He was a warrior, he was flirty like this guy, even similar hairstyles…

Merlin’s thoughts were interrupted as he heard a commotion and saw that Morgana had judo flipped the so-called Casanova on his back. His buddies all taking the piss at him.

Merlin winced, yep that imbecile's lucky they were on sand and not a pavement.

Looks as though there were no hard feelings as she helped him up, eyes rolling as he complimented her skills.

Then Morgana turned over to him and waved him over…

Wait what? 

For what? He doesn’t play volleyball, hell he barely plays sports…

She kept beckoning him over with the others looking towards him with smiles.

Ugh whyyyyy????

He’s very comfortable sitting his ass beneath the generous shade of their umbrella thank you!

Morgana’s look turned into one of annoyance as she rolled her eyes at him, placing a hand on her hip.

Merlin’s not going to get up just to meet some kids he won’t even remember hours from now.

Morgana’s gaze quickly turned into a challenging one.

Oooohhh he’s so scared…whatever will he do?

Then came the evil eye, now usually that also wouldn’t intimidate him…but than it was followed by a smile.

Ugh he knew that smirk anywhere, fine she wants to be like that?

She had best be careful with what she wishes for than, because if she wants him to socialize …he’ll bloody socialize.

And well he actually wanted to try his luck tonight but that’s neither here nor there…ssshhhh.

With a dramatic groan Merlin got up and made his way over to them.

The flirty man looked at him and it almost appeared as though he was comparing them, the rest of the players decided now was a good time to go soak in the water. 

“Well it’s about time Billy , good to see you return to the real world.” Morgana quipped.

“Please do tell Lena, why have me leave the sanctity of my cool shade?” Replied Merlin who now regrets giving her his hat as now he had no protection from the sun’s rays. 

“Billy Appleby right? Just fyi your last name makes me hungry for Apple Bee’s haha get it?”

Merlin and Morgana both had to sweat drop at that one…

“Please man ya gotta tell me your secret! How’d ya score such a hot babe??” Flirty man gazed at him with a look that simultaneously said “Teach me maestro” and “How’d YOU get HER?”

“Trust me I ask myself that same question to this day.” Merlin thought.

“You really have no filter huh?” Morgana asked him

“What can I say? I appreciate beauty when I see it.” The guy smirked.

Merlin really felt nostalgic for some odd reason.

“What’s your name?” 

The man glanced back at Merlin “Eoin Macken at your pleasure.” Such a flamboyant bow…

Morgana quirked a brow “Welsh?”

“Irish actually, was born there before the rents moved here to Miami.” 

“Fascinating.”

Merlin thought perhaps the name might give him a clue as to this feeling but nope. Oh well.

“Well lad, to answer your question in a non-answered way…I simply gave to her all I that I was, and promised to always and forever give her all that I can be.” 

Morgana’s quirked brow melted into a serene look on her face with that gorgeous smile.

He just quoted part of his wedding vows to her.

Meanwhile poor Eoin was a bit confused…what did that mean?

Someone sure loved poetry…

Wait…

“Dude, who're you calling lad ? You look younger than me if anything?” Eoin even pointed out he was taller, had facial hair and even rock-hard abs.

Merlin just snorted as he turned his gaze back toward the sea, returning to his earlier feeling of zen.

Merlin felt he’s humored his wife enough with socializing for the day. 

Wow 5 whole minutes, what an effort…

“Trust me, Merlin looks far younger than he really is. As a matter of fact, so do I.” Morgana clarified, inwardly smirking knowing that

Eoin’s probably trying to rack his brain around that she can be older than 25 and still look 20. 

Ok now Merlin definitely has to jump back in when she gave him a good opening.

“Fun fact. She’s older.” He couldn't resist his smirk which grew when she turned towards him unimpressed and with a tight mouth.

Eoin’s eyes widened as he looked at Merlin as if he hung the sun, the moon and the stars. 

“Dude…not only did you win the lottery with what is perhaps the sexiest woman alive but one older than you??? Hah! My man!” Eoin raised his hand towards Merlin, expecting the man to high five him back.

Merlin stared at his hand very perplexed. What was he doing? Isn’t his arm going to tire out?

He turned his eyes to his wife who stealthy clapped two hands together as he finally understood what he was supposed to do.

Ohhhh right it’s a high five duh…

But why? For being married? I mean sure okay...

Merlin slowly raised his hand to clap Eoin’s who was beginning to lower his arm but regained his smile when he saw Merlin reciprocate.

Truly this guy was weird, he made Merlin feel older than he is.

Or maybe Merlin has just grown grumpy in his old age?

Hey at least he doesn’t look like ol’ Dragoon…

Morgana was pleased at the sight of Eoin dragging Merlin out of the shell he constructed for himself. It really was around the time they should make some new friends; as their previous identities were well over 20 years ago, their current ones being Billy and Lena Appleby.

As she watched Eoin finally convince Merlin to trade numbers – he having to do it for him since Merlin’s practically a caveman – she thought that perhaps finally things can start to look up for them.

Her ideas are always the best, aren’t they?

As they exchanged farewells, they made their way back to their belongings and laid back beneath their umbrella, enjoying the breeze that came by.

It was times like these that made Morgana question what she and Merlin would have been like had they been born in the modern era. Would they have been the same as in Camelot? Different?

Have the same parents?

Would they have even found each other at all?

Merlin wrapped his arm around her when he noticed her just starring into space, a reverse of what usually happens between them. But for the first time in a long time, Merlin felt comfortable enough to be the shoulder for Morgana to lean on this time.

Morgana leaned into him as she sighed, allowing herself to simply bask in this peace they’ve made for themselves.

She felt the urge to share this moment, ugh curse herself for developing this habit.

Morgana grabbed her phone and took a selfie of herself and Merlin with Merlin looking confused while she had a devious grin presented to the camera.

A few clicks and it was posted to her Instagram in seconds.

Merlin rolled his eyes, of course she couldn’t help herself. He warned her that phones would be unhealthy……it took like 70 years but he finally became right!

Morgana kept moving her body into different positions to take as many photos of herself on this day as possible. If only phones were around during her time in Paris in the 18th Century, what a great time in her fashionable life.

“We should start vlogging” Morgana told him, finally finishing up her little photo shoot.

“What are you talking about now?” Merlin really needs to know how she can keep up with all these modern terms.

“Think of a diary, but in video form. We just say whatever on the camera and there you have it a vlog.”

“…Yeah, no thanks.”

“You know I’ll get my way at some point, right?”

Merlin pillowed his head with both of his arms as he closed his eyes with a smirk.

“You forget my dear, those petty threats of yours work both ways and they lose their potency the more you use them.”

“Oh Merlin, I play to win. You know that.”

“Look do whatever you want as long as I don’t need to talk.”

Morgana thought about it, not really what she was hoping for but she can work with that.

“You have to at least talk if I’m speaking to you directly.”

“Fine.”

“Thanks love”

“I’ll never understand your new fixation on strangers all over the world seeing our lives, but if it makes you happy…”

Morgana smirked as she leaned to his ear “You realize I won again right?”

Merlin gave her a blank look, for a few moments nothing happened.

Morgana suddenly felt tense…what was he up to?

Suddenly she gasped as she was lifted up and she realized Merlin was carrying her to the bloody water!

“Don’t you fucking dare Merlin I swear!!!” Morgana was gripping his shoulders hard as Merlin just laughed and ran faster dropping her in the freezing ocean as some people around them were laughing at the sight of the supposedly young couple.

Morgana emerged spitting out the foul sea water and glared viciously at her idiot husband.

Then she grinned as she covered the gold in her eyes with her hand, causing Merlin to lose his swim trunks.

Merlin blushed and quickly submerged to quickly rectify her little prank with a spell of his own.

Plotting his revenge, he decided to toy with her a bit by remaining underwater for a little longer.

Morgana knew Merlin was fine, he can’t drown. At least even if he did drown his magic would just spell him some gills or create an air bubble.

But where exactly will he pop up?

But than he rose in front of her looking all fine and dandy…

Hmm…curious...

She gasped when she felt a snail oozing up her stomach into her bikini at an unnatural speed, shaking it off and shivering at the gross feeling.

“You’re so hilarious!”

“Well you did decide to escalate a bit of harmless fun into a pissing contest”

“Oh Merlin, lest we forget who started this?”

“You did actually. I don’t see a winner at all, more like an angry wet cat.” Merlin snorted as he began to laugh at Morgana trying to contain her blush and hiding it with anger until she chased Merlin around.

The two mages swam for nearly an hour trying to outmaneuver each other before finally deciding to go back to their property in Florida to shower and ready themselves for a night out. 

Living for hundreds of years, so easy to just buy stuff all over the world. A house in suburban Miami? Pocket change. 

As they were getting ready to leave for dinner, Morgana had just finished putting on her blouse and was finishing up her makeup when she just had a thought. 

“Merlin”

“Yes?”

“That Eoin bloke, did he seem familiar to you by any chance?”

Merlin paused putting on his blue long sleeve shirt, a bit surprised at the question.

“You thought so as well?” 

“Yes, I don’t know why. But he sort of looks like someone I…”

Merlin looked at his wife as she tried to remember where she could have seen this man before…it looks like she finally did.

Because her face turned ghost pale. 

“What’s wrong? Who is this person?” Merlin was getting worried, Morgana was rarely startled by much so it had been serious.

“He looks like a man I…tortured to death. A long time ago…” She put down her makeup as she sat down on their bed.

Merlin tried to deduce who it could be. Morgana tortured plenty of people in Camelot, only mellowing out long after the Saxons conquered Albion…and her numerous failed attempts on his life. 

Not like he gave much of a fight.

But does that mean that person reincarnated?

Sarrum? Nah, he’d recognize that ugly mug anywhere as would she. 

Uther? Same.

Perhaps Alvarr? But he doesn’t recall his death being by torture least of all from Morgana.

...Sigan...?

Merlin may not know where or when that snake could have been reborn...but he's absolutely certain he didn't feel him in Eoin at all. No way could Cornelius fucking Sigan be so...jocky...

“I think Eoin is Gwaine, Merlin…”

Merlin froze…Gwaine? Who’s…?

Of course.

Shoulder length, pretty hair, uncontrollable tongue, easy going personality…has it been so long that he forgot most of his oldest friends?

Who else did he forget?

Were they even his friends at all? 

Would they have tried their hand at killing him???

How was Gwaine even here????!!!!

Why was he here?!?!

Merlin took a deep breath, glad that for once he took those damn meds without Morgana reminding him…even if it barely gave him half a days reprieve of his vicious thoughts.

Merlin then came to a realization.

“Arthur…”

Morgana looked at him questioningly before she too saw the conclusion he came to.

It was odd to run into a face they haven’t seen since the days of old and yet…is it a coincidence that they only encountered Gwaine after Arthur had returned??? 

Arthur is the nexus point, from him appeared Mordred and now Gwaine.

Which means who’s next?!?! Are there more familiar faces out there?!??

Destiny is trying so hard to force Merlin away from her it seems, and she foolishly brought him and Gwaine back together…

Had she just doomed them?!?!

“Let’s not worry about it right now.”

Morgana looked shocked at Merlin’s suggestion. Again it's usually that he’d be the one freaking out and she the soother. 

Goodness what’s in the Floridian water and how can she replicate it?

“Even if Gwaine has reincarnated into Eoin, it’s not like he remembers anything from his previous life like Mordred. 

Now that I know it's him, I know to avoid him. So please wipe that look from your face and let’s return to our pleasant evening together Morgana.”

Morgana couldn’t help but feel like flying as relief flooded her body like a dam breaking. 

Gwaine never really hurt Merlin, she was scared that Destiny found a way to sink its ruthless claws back into his heart with this new trick. 

Merlin can say whatever he wants of himself, but it is in fact she who has never been so lucky to have him. 

She kissed him with a passion, yearning for a time when it was just them and their beloved dragons in a world that has moved on despite their presence. 

Destiny would have to try a lot harder to ruin their holiday…

Of course now she had the added worry about vetting people they speak to…just in case.

But at least they’ll face it together.

Merlin offered his arm as she hooked hers around it.

“So what’s the agenda after dinner?”

Morgana thought about it, “Flying to Brazil? Maybe Rio?” 

Merlin looked like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Finally going somewhere I actually like!”

“Wow okay”

“Let’s go!” He shouted as practically dragged her running down the street and into her car.

He’s just so lucky his ears are cute.

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43 days after Florida

Well, here they are in Rio de Janeiro…just not exactly what Merlin was hoping to do here.

How was he supposed to remember that the famous Brazilian Carnivals were months away…?

New year...same old shitty memory...

“I think you’re making me hate this place, I didn’t think that was possible…” Merlin grunted as he tried to loosen the collar of his red dress shirt.

“Chin up Merlin tonight will be fabulous, and would you stop fiddling with your shirt.” Morgana quickly smoothed out the wrinkles on his collar and chest before finally deciding it was as good as it was going to get.

Now they’re on their way to the best nightclub in the city to celebrate the end of their six-week dance boot camp and show off their moves.

What? Well…

6 weeks ago

“We’re nearly at Rio and thank god I got Merlin to finally drive the car that we’ve owned for 5 years, because after 4 hours of driving from the airport I just can’t be bothered.” Morgana really seemed to be taking this whole streaming thing seriously…why? Well Merlin can’t fathom it but hey if it means she found a hobby better than shopping who is he to get in the way?

He probably jinxed it but that’s future Merlin’s problem.

In other words a few seconds from now...

Morgana was showing her audience all the nature and landmarks that the surrounding area to Rio provided.

What exactly was the appeal to just talking to strangers on the internet?

Well apparently, you can get paid if people like you enough.

Once she told him that well, he decided he liked the internet even less.

Have people really grown so shallow in this day and age? Goodness…

Finally, she told her little fans that she’s going to chat with them later…great.

“Merlin look, you’re actually getting admirers in my chat feed.”

Merlin glanced at her phone quickly and returned his eyes on the road before snorting.

“I hope you realize that you’ve probably just cock teased lots of people by doing that.”

Morgana rolled her eyes “Oh my someone’s sure getting big for his britches.”

“Perhaps it’s long past time for me to remind you as to why.”

“Is that so?”

Surely, she wouldn’t mind if he pulled over for a quick tumble in the backseats…or maybe on the roof of the car…

“Of course that’ll have to wait my dear, we’re finally here.” She pointed ahead to see the city in clear view.

Well, drat…

Oh well, at least later they can have more meaningful fun.

“It does feel great to be back in Brazil again, it’s carnivals give me so much memories of how Venice’s used to be.” Merlin smiled remembering all the wild carnevale moments he experienced during the late Medieval and Renaissance periods. Even after he and Morgana got married, both wished to experience it together.

Morgana looked confused. “Uhh Merlin we’re pretty early for that, the carnival isn’t until April.”

Good thing he wasn’t driving so fast or else they would have flown from the seats…seat belts be damned.

Morgana had to chuckle when she heard his groan.

“So why are we here again?” Merlin would rather drive off a cliff at this rate, but who knows?

Maybe she’ll suggest something fun, it’s not like he has any ideas of his own.

“Dancing.”

And he’s been proven wrong yet again…

“…”

“Dancing Boot Camp specifically.”

“You’re joking.”

“Afraid not.”

“You already know how to dance.”

“Of course but not the modern styles, you on the other hand know none. You always turn any attempt I make to teach you into a sexual fantasy you conjure up.”

“As if you don’t enjoy them.”

Morgana snorted, hiding a blush “Not the point.”

Merlin groaned once again “Who cares about dancing? What’s the point of that?”

“The point husband dear, is to simply loosen yourself. Let yourself feel free, have fun.”

“…”

“Okay?”

“Hmph, which television show did you get that one from?”

“Oh piss off!”

“Was it the Young and the Restless?”

“Keep it up Merlin and you’ll end up regenerating from being run over, backed up, and run over some more!”

“Ooh feisty.” His smirk was really both annoying yet mischievous, it did make her happy though that he’s been getting a lot more relaxed as their holiday progressed.

Now she just needs to keep it that way…they can’t let anymore surprises catch them off guard.

As soon as they entered their destination they met with their dance instructor and their fellow students. 

How fortunate that they have magic to speak Portuguese…

Of course this being a 6 week program they essentially had to master the basics that very 1st week if not less.

For Morgana it was a breeze, seeing as how she already knew how to dance for royal balls or formal gatherings, but never for something as casual as simply dancing among normal people.

For Merlin well…

He’s just glad Morgana wasn’t allowed to stream this horseshit. 

He was never that graceful on his feet, at least not without magical aid. And he can’t exactly do that with literally many pairs of eyes directly on him, so he had to actually try and avoid not making a complete and utter fool of himself.

People actually find this fun?!?!

By the 2nd and 3rd weeks they learned some actual famous Brazilian dance forms - the Samba & the Forró.

Merlin remembers seeing Nobles of all eras doing those boring movements at feasts or weddings and he could swear those would have been a lot easier than this.

His hips haven’t felt this sore in ages.

Morgana looked like she was having a blast, well bully for her.

He supposes he should expect more dance trips in their future. He wants to feel bothered by it but it’s really hard when he sees genuine happiness in her eyes.

Ugh fine, he’ll do some stupid dance JUST ONCE and so long as he gets to keep seeing her shake those hips in one of her sexy dresses.

Weeks 4-5 were about feeling out different partners to always adapt to someone else’s skillset, and oh boy did that try his patience. 

If he didn’t step on someone’s toes, than his were stepped on and after the 17th time he really had to try hard not to turn the entire class into piglets…

Morgana was pretty far ahead of most of the class that she and a few others got to move on to the Carimbó dance form...that he’s definitely not going to even try to master.

Finally, the last damn week of this nightmare…performing all the dance moves with their instructor and not feeling like a dunce. 

He had to have done something right for everyone was giving him a round of applause.

“Am I done now?” Merlin could only hope.

Once Morgana had completed her dances the instructor congratulated all his students and gave everyone their certificates plus a class photo. Encouraging them to show off their skills and expand on them as best they can.

Merlin just gave his certificate to his wife and immediately went back to the car as she stayed and chatted with their fellow alumni. 

He could use a nap, and a bath. 

Maybe he really is an old man…?

Oh well, talking to people takes a lot of energy these days. Not his fault.

He’s pretty sure he dozed off once Morgana returned since she tapped the window and asked for the keys.

At least she was driving this time.

But remember when he said that dancing was undoubtedly in their future? 

Yeah he didn’t think it would be the very next night…

Present

“Kill me…” Merlin thought before remembering “Oh right.” Immortality…forgot…

Music was blasting all over his ears, people were either drinking themselves to a drunken stupor or grinding hips on the dance floor. 

Morgana got herself a caipirinha while Merlin himself would just have water…he and alcohol never mixed well.

She finally managed to drag him to the dance floor and well fine, he did say one dance after all.

“You realize this isn’t what we learned right?!” Her voice felt distant with all the noise around them.

“I told you that was a waste of time and money!”

“It’s always nice to try something new Merlin!”

“Funny you put nice and dancing in the same context!”

“Oh shut up and shake those hips!” *Smack*

…Did she just smack his bum…?

“I thought she wanted a dance not more foreplay?”

I mean hey he won’t complain…

The DJ than spoke on the mic to everyone in attendance.

“Todo mundo se divertindo?!” “Everyone having fun?!”

“Sim!” “Yes!”  

Did Merlin ever mention that Brazilian Portuguese sounded a bit more catchy than typical Portuguese? 

“Ok, hora de duas pessoas aleatórias nos deslumbrarem com a dança!” "Okay time for two random people to dazzle us with dance!” 

Well that doesn’t sound good…

Morgana looked hopeful she would get picked, she always was an attention seeker.

Hey more power to her, as long as it wasn’t hi-

Fuck...

The spotlight flashed directly at him…

Morgana looked giddy as she smirked at him, giving him a nudge towards the stage.

The things he does for love…

Everyone beckoned him to get on the DJ’s stage along with another man.

He looked around his age, well the age he’s currently presented as at least. Mid 20s, bronze skinned, rather flamboyant garments are on his person.

Who is he to criticize fashion? As his beloved wife likes to say. 

The club began to cheer them on and Merlin can’t deny he feels rather…uncomfortable doing this.

Why can’t he just poof himself out of here again?

Then Merlin saw Morgana cheering him on from the audience and well if that wasn’t a confidence booster he didn’t know what was.

The DJ began blasting a new tune as Merlin and his new partner readied themselves, Merlin keeping a close eye on which kind of dance this man will use.

Aaaannnd he was doing the carimbó uggghhh.

Morgana had better appreciate this!

As the twirling began, the man smiled at Merlin. Pleasantly surprised to see Merlin keep up with him.

“Thank the gods I didn’t eat anything…” Merlin really felt he was going to puke, he’ll never understand how Morgana could do this and not feel like crawling under a rock.

Though he will admit he did feel a certain adrenaline when he and his partner began to circle each other…and quite awkward when he bent backwards in front of Merlin. Curved hips? He did not have…

*Clap* “WOOOOO!!! Come on Merlin! Shake it like you mean it!” Morgana shouted from the clapping and cheering crowd.

“She better not be filming this!” Merlin was really regretting not paying more attention in that boot camp, how was it his fault that he was going to have to perform this literally the night after?!?!

Oh god now here comes the split…yep that’s painful…

"Oi tá muito bom!” “Hey you’re pretty good!” His partner shouted as they were nearing the end of the dance.

“Eu realmente não sou!” “I’m really not!” Merlin was practically counting down the seconds…

"Keep it up! Everyone loves you!" Morgana kept cheering with her phone held high, of course she was getting all this on her livestream. She doesn’t know when she’ll ever see Merlin let loose like this again. 

Her chat feed was blowing up with a mixture of laughing emoji’s, hearts, a few shots at his performance, and some…very explicit…she’ll pretend she didn’t see those.

As Merlin finally lifted and twirled his partner around and ended the song in a slow motion…finally it was over. 

The DJ bade for everyone to give it up for Merlin and his talented dance partner, the former blushing while the latter blew kisses at the crowd. 

“Sério, essa foi uma das melhores danças que eu tive!” “Seriously, that was one of the best dances I’ve ever had!” His partner shouted as the people returned to their activities.

They both got off the stage as two other people were chosen to take their place.

“Não foi um acidente de trem, então suponho que seja suficiente…” “It wasn’t a train wreck, so I suppose that’ll suffice…” Merlin spotted Morgana and groaned as he saw her pointing that damn phone at him, fine he’ll stay with his new best friend…!

“Meu nome é Tomi Edun, definitivamente devemos fazer isso novamente em breve!” “My name's Tomi Edun, we should definitely do this again soon!” Tomi offered his hand, which Merlin shook…at least it wasn't a high five. 

“Billy Appleby. Nativa?” “Native?”

Tomi denied it, “Não, acabei de me mudar para cá da Austrália durante o verão. Ainda bem que eu fiz português na faculdade ou estaria fodido haha!” “Nah, I just moved here during the summer from Australia. Good thing I took Portuguese in college or I'd be fucked haha!”

Merlin quirked a brow, this guy seems practical. Learning languages could only open doors for someone.

Not that he would understand he always knew all of them even before he realized he did. 

All those Greek and Latin scrolls in Camelot? Yeah he supposes he’s cheating using magic but hey who wouldn’t?

“Great so you speak English.”

“Haha yeah sorry but you tend to develop a habit among natives ya know? 

Merlin agreed, everywhere he’s traveled to in his years he’s refrained from speaking his native tongue…not just because it was already becoming less spoken which was even more so outside Albion. But he gets less hostility from people if he can communicate in their own language. Respect he supposes it all boils down to.

“Is that your wife? I think she’s calling you over.” Tomi pointed over at Morgana who was waving at Merlin. 

“Yep. Thanks for not making me look worse than I was”

“Oh please, you held your own rather well. I really do hope you’ll be around next week for another round.”

“Anything’s possible I guess, let’s see if the wife thought I did well first.” 

Then some dancing couple bumped into Tomi who in turn was knocked into Merlin causing them both to collapse on the floor. 

Ugh well if this is what he can expect next week he may have to let Tomi down gently… 

Once Tomi got up and offered a hand to Merlin…that’s when he noticed something.

His facial features…his eyes…hell even his voice…

Oh gods not again…

How could he forget Gwen’s brother?!?!

Elyan.

Merlin swatted his hand away and got up on his own, the low mobility in the room and the noise and now the fucking fact that Gwen’s now reincarnated brother was looking at him with concern in his gaze and -

“Merlin are you okay?!” Tomi looked as if he didn’t know what he was looking at

Merlin looked at him alarmingly.

“What did you say?!”

“I asked you if you were okay?!” 

“No! What did you call me?!”

Elyan’s reincarnation looked confused? A bit creeped out but answered anyway “I called you by your name, Billy…”

Merlin breathed a sigh of relief…he didn’t know what he would have done if Elyan remembered his past life…

Than he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders…

“Tomi was it? Thank you for the performance and for helping out my dearest Billy, I’ll take it from here.” Morgana was confused as to what could have triggered Merlin’s reaction.

Merlin shook off her arm and marched to the exit like a man on a mission. Only further causing concern for the two he left behind.

“Is he alright? I hope I didn’t do something to offend him?” 

Morgana shook her head “Trust me it was nothing to do with you, Merlin just always breathes better when he’s out and about. Again thank you Tomi, please enjoy the rest of your night.” At least she hoped that was the case...

As she walked out, Tomi waved but still looked on in concern.

It was very windy out, but luckily she spotted Merlin near the corner of the street, away enough from bystanders. He was leaning against a building with a hand covering his face.

“Tomi is Elyan.” He uttered as she got within hearing distance.

To say she was shocked was an understatement…yet another Camelot knight whose death she caused has come back to haunt her. 

Destiny’s next attempt to separate Merlin from her.

“This is getting fucking aggravating…” Morgana rubbed her forehead, trying not to scream and attract attention to themselves.

Merlin thought about it, he didn’t really care much about Gwaine and Elyan but…he knew this was the fates trying to tempt him to follow their way. He guessed that its old tricks of forcing him via torture no longer worked…well it’s about time that fact got to the heads of the old crones.

Gwaine was a fun guy but seeing as how he was one of the many people who never knew the real Merlin, he honestly could not say if he would have been on his side had he known about his true nature. His only meaningful connection to Elyan on the other hand was Gwen. Even then his time with Elyan was a mere fraction compared to the decades he’s watched over his sister, Merlin’s former Queen. Destiny really seemed to be pulling out all the stomps for something…

Morgana on the other hand was more shall we say…panicky.

Two knights back to back reincarnations…two knights she killed. What was Destiny trying to prove? 

What if Merlin decides to leave after all???

She wasn’t sorry for doing what she did. She was only sorry she did them for anything other than freeing her kind! The throne that used to be the sideshow became the main focus but she will never feel guilt for killing those who would see her burnt for merely existing!

Merlin’s hug interrupted her mental rant “I know.”

Morgana willed herself to remain from breaking down in public, just glad that Merlin didn’t say much. She really hated appearing weak like this when she should be strong.

“Stop that.”

Morgana looked up at his serious gaze.

“You’re not made of stone, you’re allowed to feel just as much as I do. That’s what you tell me time and time again.”

Morgana sighed, and hugged him back tightly.

Merlin’s eyes flashed gold as he stopped time. People’s freezing in their movements, even the wind seemed to stop.

He carried his wife to their car and put her in the back seat to lay down. 

Merlin took a deep breath as he entered the driver's seat, seems now it's his turn to take the reigns of this holiday. 

Couple of hours later

When Morgana realized they had already driven to the surrounding countryside the moon was at its peak in the sky…but Merlin stopped the car. 

“Merlin? What are you doing?”

He didn't answer her though as he got out and went to open her door. 

“Come on.”

Morgana quirked a brow but grabbed his hand anyway as he led her to a meadow with glistening trees and bright stars.

Merlin took her phone…wait what?!?!

“Uhh Merlin? Are all your screws tightened? 

“...” 

“Merlin?”

Then she heard it…her favorite song.

‘My Immortal’ by Evanescence.

Merlin placed her phone atop a rock and went back to her, now sporting a smile.

“I did owe you a dance my lady.” He then wrapped his arms around her waist.

To say she felt touched wouldn’t do it justice. Merlin stepped out of his comfort zone just to comfort her…and he wonders why she loves him?

She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder as they began to move slowly. 

At some point Merlin magicked the moon's gleam to brighten even more.

“You know I didn’t think you actually paid attention when I listed off my favorite songs.” She whispered to his ear. 

“Whatever you love I make it my business to remember, precisely for occasions when you need the reminder like now.” Merlin leaned his face atop her head giving it a gentle kiss. 

Morgana really wished they could make this moment last the rest of eternity.

To think, this was their life. If she was told centuries ago that she and Merlin would not only be boned through matrimony but romantically dancing in a beautiful meadow…she’d have incinerated them before laughing at the ashes. 

Now she only wishes this was always their lives.

Clearly Destiny isn’t going to give up, and will only ramp up its assault the more it fails.

But the fates haven’t won yet. They never will, they can’t drive them apart. If Merlin’s sheer presence isn’t proof enough, then she doesn’t know what else to say.

“You're my entire world Morgana, I hope you remember that.”

Morgana gave a flirtatious smirk “Careful Merlin, we may end up defiling the soil any second now.”

Merlin kissed her with a fervor “You know fully well that that smirk of yours drives me crazy…” He began unzipping her dress.

Morgana jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist “That’s what I’m counting on”

Fine, she guesses Merlin got his way in the end after all. 

Here they are making sweet love out among nature…

So it’s what? 1 win for him and 9999 for her? 

Still, she isn’t going to be a sore loser about it, not when she’ll be sore in other places.

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After their night of bliss…and waking up to the feeling of ants crawling up and around their skin…they were up and back on the path of life.

Merlin was insistent that he knows the perfect place for them to venture next, Morgana really hopes she doesn’t regret trusting him with what he considers ‘fun’.

Sometimes she wonders if mortals really notice two mages flying on a shiny white dragon on their satellites…?

Eh even if they did, they wouldn’t trust their eyes and just dismiss it as nonsense.

And if they didn’t?

Well…she would usually say it’d be a cake walk but given what she knows about the advancements of mortal technology, she’d be a fool to think that the mortals wouldn’t go down without a fight.

A fight with thermonuclear weapons no doubt. Humans always feared that which they could not control, and no one controls her!

Aithusa however she has noticed hasn’t been saying much during their trips. Morgana offered to transform her into a husky or cat to travel alongside them but Aithusa declined.

It seems to have started after whatever talk happened between her and Merlin. She just hopes that they can move beyond that and not let a simple disagreement get in the way of things.

Their beloved daughter yes, but children get very presumptuous whether their young or old. Apply that to a dragon Aithusa’s age and you have a major headache at all times.

At least she did get news on Aithusa’s firstborn son, Cynfab. 

When Merlin first told her about the new dragons he hatched during the Black Death she was astonished. Of course, it happened about a century or so after he had already done it. But when she first laid eyes on the eldest Cynfab - it was incredible.

The first crossbreed dragon between west and east. He had a serpentine body like your typical Asian dragon, blue and silver scales and stag-like horns. But with wings and hind legs similar to Aithusa along with her eyes.

But what really captivated her and especially Merlin when he first saw it in action…Cynfab wasn’t your typical fire breathing dragon.

He could breathe blue flames.

To think the first of a new breed and already living up to its potential. Truly he’s also uniquely the only one of his many siblings to have traits from both of his lineage. Everyone else either has primarily western or eastern traits.

Firstborn indeed…

Still Aithusa did her best with what little knowledge of the east she had to raise her hatchlings, given that her mate - Da-Fu - the eldest and most powerful of the old generation of eastern dragons…died due to advanced age to offer his own expertise.

Cynfab hasn’t really been around his family too much, preferring to remain in his domain near any volcano as the warmth of the magma beneath offered him comfort akin to a father’s love. Last she checked he was still in Vesuvius. She always felt bad that he and his siblings never got to experience life with their father. While the rest of them were content with either their mother’s presence, or keeping to themselves, poor Cynfab always felt like something was missing. But they’ll always have Aithusa, Merlin and herself no matter what.

So to hear that Cynfab's slumber is starting to end for whatever reason was interesting news, he hasn’t really done much since the Industrial age began in the UK. Still a relatively young dragon compared to his mother, equivalent to a mere teenager. Perhaps he might decide to finally come around and say hi?

At least she knows Merlin had gone to see him from time to time. According to him he doesn’t disturb Cynfab’s rest but he knows that Cynfab can sense him nearby subconsciously. The two shared a precious bond akin to herself and Aithusa. Merlin himself knew what life devoid of a father felt like and resolved to never have Cynfab feel like he’s missing out on paternal love and affection. Whereas for Merlin personally, Cynfab was the first dragon he hatched since Aithusa herself…so Cynfab was very special to him. And he resolved not to repeat the same mistake he made with his mother, which brought her to Sarrum’s wretched hands.

They finally landed in the desert near what looks to be a ravine.

“Thank you Aithusa, are you sure you’d rather not join us?” She really would love to have her come along, if only so that whatever awkwardness had appeared can disappear between her and Merlin.

Aithusa didn’t really know what she should say.

“We would both love it for you to come along my dear.”

Aithusa and Morgana looked at Merlin once the words left his mouth, the latter pleasantly surprised to see Merlin throwing an olive branch while the former was touched.

Aithusa thought about it but remained solemn “I appreciate the sentiment, however there are matters of great importance to which I must attend on my own elsewhere.”

“Oh Aithusa please don’t get caught up in whatever drivel Destiny has in store…” Morgana supposed that dragons would always see things differently than they would.

It was a wonder, since if her powers of sight were still in use she’d be fighting even harder to keep the fates at arm’s length.

“Take care my precious.” Merlin nodded to his first ever hatchling.

Aithusa bowed her head, feeling her father and mother’s arms rub her snout and then she took off.

While she could understand they’re urge to defy destiny, Aithusa felt it in her bones that something terrible was going to unfold. And she must do what she can to stop it.

She knows where she has to go…

Back with Merlin and Morgana they waited until Aithusa disappeared beyond horizon in the very dry desert sky. Fortunately, they were both properly dressed, with Morgana she wore a white shawl and scarf to cover her head and mouth from any sand blowing in the breeze along with light blue shirt and denim jean shorts. Whereas Merlin simply wore a headscarf with a white long shirt that’s sleeves were rolled up followed by cargo pants. They both decided hiking boots were the best to go with here.

“Over there, there’s a pathway I know of that goes down to the bottom of the canyon. Come on.” Merlin than went off and Morgana followed closely. If she couldn’t sense his aura, it would be very easy to be lost here since to scry would require water and she’d be a fool to waste any precious drink out here.

While she could simply magic more it’d be wise to keep her reserves on hand, just in case she needs to keep warm during the night…apparently deserts could be as cold as the arctic when the sun sets.

“So why are we here?"

Merlin snorted “Didn’t you say you’d rather be surprised?”

“I did…but if you felt like telling me anyway…?”

“Nah”

“Ass”

“I’m crying”

“Give me a minute and I’ll make you cry alright…”

“If only you could make me scream your name while you’re at it.”

Morgana rolled her eyes at the annoying innuendo but took the bait anyway “Careful what you wish for dear, who knows what tonight can bring?”

“When there’s a will there’s a way my very strong headed wife.”

Morgana snorted, and finally they’ve reached the bottom.

“Up ahead should be our destination.”

“Great can you finally tell me where it is we’re going?”

“Alexander’s tomb of course.”

Morgana halted wide eyed.

“Huh?!”

Merlin kept walking and waved her to keep moving, when she finally caught up he continued.

“I thought you didn’t want to tell me??? I figured that if you were going to tell me about Alexander’s location, we’d go to you know…Alexandria?”

“Let’s be honest Morgana, you wouldn’t have been able to find him.”

Morgana grew a bit irritated at the slight, did he forget who she was? Of course she would have solved this mystery!

“Nothing to do with your skills of course, if I never got here first you undoubtedly would have found his remains.”

Morgana quirked a brow “What do you mean? What did you do?”

Merlin looked up at the sky, from down there it was hard to tell the exact position of the sun but he guessed it was around the late afternoon?

“Back in those days I was still ignorant to the world’s history, sure I’ve had about a century or so after Camelot but it’s not like I had much incentive to learn about the past. And when all I had left was time, I decided to see what became of the fabled general that conquered the known world even ancient to us. That even Hannibal, Caesar…and Uther himself yearned to emulate and surpass.”

Morgana’s ears were practically glued to the sound of his voice, while they mostly knew almost everything about each other from the formation of England onward, they were still in the dark for most of each other’s past once Camelot was destroyed by the Saxons.

What a new spin on ‘Dark’ Ages…

“Alexander was simply the first, I knew that if I wanted to truly understand the ways of the world, I needed to know it in its entirety including what came before. So once I ventured to the last known location of Alexander’s tomb in Alexandria I knew exactly what happened and where to go.”

“But how did you find out? It’s not like anyone documented anything and word of mouth was very slow in the old days.”

“I’m able to see the history of anything I touch so long as I will it.”

Morgana was a bit shocked, though she supposes if Merlin can control time, seeing history by using the timespan of the object or person in question would be simple enough.  

“Of course back than I was but a novice at the art, so I took with me a shard from the crystal cave to harness my powers into it for the spell to work properly. Once I grew accustomed to it, it was no longer necessary. It led me to this location we’re about to enter.”

“Hmm, did you know why exactly his remains were brought here of all places?”

“It appeared as though the remaining followers of Alexander’s cult wanted to protect him from the Christians during a time when the Roman Empire was banning all pagan religions from its domain. The cultists made a lie about Alexander actually being one of the Christian saints, and in the guise of transferring it to Rome they instead brought it here to forever ensure no one would be able to find it.” Merlin could feel that they were nearly there.

“Hmm still wasn’t Alexander worshipped as a god? Wouldn’t they take him to the Valley of the Kings?” Morgana wasn’t really all that well versed in Egyptian history, never really saw the need beyond the basics. Pharaoh’s, pyramids, sand…lots and lots of sand.

“Heh, typically one would think that I suppose. Alexander was no Pharaoh but he was a King that the Ptolemaic Dynasty deified as a god. But that would have been too obvious, so the followers needed someplace more discreet, and thus they constructed a tomb that lies here in a ravine that is well guarded by both stone and the sands above. It’s the last place any would think to look for him. I also helped by adding runes several meters away from the top of the ravine in order to discourage scavengers from lurking about here to gra-”

Merlin stopped and looked shocked at the sight before him, Morgana stopping when she caught up to him looking confused.

Well...there was the tomb, constructed inside a cave that was barely the same even 3 centuries ago compared to 13, what with much of the sandstorms over the years practically burying it along with crumbled rocks from the canyons blocking the entrances…which Merlin may have had a hand in helping to create.

So imagine his shock when he see’s that’s practically turned into an excavation site with an entire team of Archaeologists and machinery.

Merlin looked up toward the top of the canyon as he saw more vehicles and people with stations set up…how the hell did he miss this from atop Aithusa?!?!

“Impossible…how did these mortals manage to break my rune enchantments???” Merlin couldn’t believe it despite seeing the evidence with his own eyes…did his spell wear off? Nonsense it barely cost him anything!

These mortals found another pathway to the tomb?! He could have sworn there were no others!!!

Morgana looked around, too curious how Merlin’s powers seemed to have been ignored in the faces of these mortals...one of whom was now looking at them in shock and confusion.

“Who are you two? I don’t remember seeing you with the crew.” The archaeologist asked, tilting his hat upward to get a better view of them.

Merlin’s mood was rather tense and he’d rather make this guy moo like a cow before answering him.

Morgana to the rescue for the pitiful mortals…again.

She should really get paid for this.

“We’re two reporters who may have hitched a ride along with you, we’re so sorry but we just had to come see the famous tomb of Alexander with our own eyes! And honestly you guys are incredible to have made the discovery of a lifetime!” For once she’s glad she isn’t streaming, not because there’s no service out here anyway…regardless there’s no way she would ever gush like this to something so clearly beneath her and not die of embarrassment.

Merlin followed her lead and put on his sunglasses while conjuring journalist badges and a video camera in his and Morgana’s backpacks.

“Surely, you’re in favor of getting good coverage? Fame, fortune. glory and all that stuff?” Merlin dryly asked as he showed the man their badges.

“I mean sure that's all well and good, but it’s more good that you’re here. Everyone deserves to know that more of our history has been answered.” The man gave them a kind smile, huh perhaps Merlin misjudged him?

“Isaac Cabrera, leading archaeologist.” Isaac offered his hand to the duo whom both shook it formally.

“I’m Lena Appleby and this is my husband, Billy.” Morgana gave nod in Merlin’s direction.

“Nice to meet you, I must admire your own dedication to getting this news out there even in this environment.”

“Oh it’s nothing but since you’re receptive what do you say we turn on the cameras and ask you some questions about your discovery?” Morgana hoped the man would say yes, sure it sucked that now they had company but hey she was here…she still wanted to see the damn sarcophagus.

“Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any. We’re pretty much done with the excavations and getting ready for the government to decide what to do with it. Sure, we can have a quick interview.”

“Sweet! Billy roll the camera.”

Merlin starred at her flatly and quirked a brow, as if to say “Wanna repeat that?”

“Ugh fine technophobe I’ll roll it you ask the questions.”

Perfect for her anyway…this interview will go straight to her Instagram Live the second they got off this dry wasteland…

Merlin decided this worked out after all…he wants to know how exactly this Isaac managed to get through his runes.

“So Isaac, how did you come about what no other person in human history managed to find?”

Isaac thought about his response and came up with “Well I don’t want to sound superstitious but it was as if I were being led here by a higher power. I don’t know how but my team was actually supposed to be going deeper into the Desert to reach the Western Sahara and meet up with the rest of our personnel. Then we had to stop because of a sandstorm that suddenly appeared.”

Merlin and Morgana frowned; wouldn’t they have known about a sandstorm beforehand?

“I don’t know how this slipped everyone’s radar but the turn of events forced us quickly to find shelter and fortunately we weren’t far from this ravine. However, as we tried to find a way down there were some strange symbols that seemed like worthy discoveries in their own right.”

Merlin’s eyes widened before he quickly got them under control…how did this mortal see his runes? He doesn’t sense any magic in him, there's no way he could have seen past the illusionary barrier he placed!

“Unfortunately the sand was getting worse, the wind so intense that it actually blew one of our tractors so hard it bounced off the carvings and straight down the ravine. The explosion however did shine a bright enough light that we saw a pathway leading us safely to the bottom to shield us from the desert’s fury.”

Merlin’s mouth grew tight…so coincidentally a sandstorm caused his runes to be destroyed? Enabling these people to be at the place he would eventually go to?

“Those wretched crones are really asking for it now...!”

Morgana narrowed her eyes, surely this was no coincidence. The story was so outlandish that it had to have been Destiny intervening…but why? Why does it care if the tomb is discovered?   

Unless…the tomb was never the reason…just the catalyst.

Morgana became more alert, as she starred straight at this ‘Isaac Cabrera’…

Why would Destiny help him???

“That’s rather fascinating, do you think you can show us the tomb?” She asked with a forced politeness.

Isaac blinked “I don’t see the harm, but please try to keep close. There are still some traps we haven’t fully disabled yet.”

Morgana nodded as she and Merlin began to follow Isaac into the tomb.

She glanced at her husband and noticed the cold look in his eye. Clearly, he arrived to the same conclusion as she.

Who was this man really?

As they finally reached the golden sarcophagus…Morgana remembered the camera was still rolling, so she made sure to catch every glimpse of this room.

“Marvelous no? To know what the people who placed him here must have been thinking to make such a perilous journey. I’m grateful to have contributed something to the world knowing that a long asked question is finally answered.”

Merlin glanced at Isaac and his look relaxed slightly, whoever he was…he felt warm.

“One question answered usually creates more questions.” Merlin told the man.

“To a point perhaps, I mean in just a few months we have the Conjunction. I can’t wait to experience something that happens only once in a thousand years.” Isaac looked pretty giddy at the prospect.

By this point Morgana turned off the camera, crossing her arms after placing it back into her bag.

“Hmm is it really that curious an event?”

“Usually, especially now. No one knows what could be the explanation for why it’s barely lasting longer than a day when it should be weeks until at least a few of them are no longer be in alignment with the rest.”

“Magic of course, the will of the Goddess no doubt…” Morgana knew that had to be it, only the divine had that kind of power over the cosmos.

“What will be fascinating to see is what affect it will have over the superstitious elements of our planet?”

Both mages looked at Isaac with alarm and curiosity…does he know magic exists?

“What do you mean by that?” She asked.

“Don’t tell my fellow colleagues but I’m fully convinced it was divine intervention that led me to this discovery, and with all the myths and folklore of the Conjunction of Worlds I must wonder if we’re about to experience something grand when it arrives.” Isaac smiled at the thought of finally being proven that his years of faith were not just a waste of time but perhaps he isn’t going crazy after all.

Merlin took a moment to hone his senses…this man didn’t have magic…but his soul was very connected with the world around him.

Out of most of the humans he’s encountered, this man seemed to truly appreciate life if he’s one with his spirit.

It feels like...

“Your secret is safe with us Isaac, I assure you.” Merlin promised, shocking Morgana…what’s going through his mind right now?

Isaac smiled in gratitude, though once he removed his hat to wipe off some sweat it all became clear.

Isaac Cabrera was Lancelot.

Morgana stifled a gasp, looking at Merlin.

What actually made her gasp was his reaction.

He was smiling…and shedding a tear???

Isaac was confused, was there something in Billy’s eye? “Are you alright Billy?”

Merlin nodded, wiping his face with a melancholy smile. “You just reminded me of someone is all.”

“Oh well, someone good I hope hehe?” Isaac replied, scratching the back of his neck.

“The best, he was a true friend.”

“What’s he like? What’s his name?”

“He was kind, selfless, courageous, loyal. His name was Lancelot.” Merlin looked ‘Isaac’ in the eye, wondering if anything would jog in his memory.

It didn’t.

Isaac looks a bit curious at the odd name, wasn’t that the British guy from mythology? “I noticed you said was, are you no longer friends?”

Merlin can’t deny that he felt a bit sad, but… “He died, he died as a hero.” At least to Merlin he did. To everyone else...?

“My condolences than, I know it’s painful losing those you care for.” Isaac placed a hand on Merlin’s shoulder.

Merlin tried to contain his emotions…his mannerism all made sense, they continue to mimic Lancelot’s down to the simple gesture of comforting him when he needed it.

“Merlin.”

Morgana looked shocked; did he just reveal his true name?!

Isaac looked confused but Merlin interrupted before he could ask “My name is Merlin, I’m sorry for deceiving you like this.”

Isaac looked at him closely, than averting his gaze to Morgana who was looking at him with an unknown expression.

Not even Morgana knows how to feel. She had nothing personal against Lancelot. She just remembered he fancied Gwen, and then became a knight after she left Camelot. But apparently, he and Merlin were good friends, he actually knew Merlin was a warlock.

And still remained his friend?

Out of all the reincarnations they stumbled across, she perhaps feels the most conflicted about this one. She isn’t sorry about Gwaine and Elyan…but she may feel something of the sort for Lancelot?

If only because he may have actually been a friend of her own in another life, had she and Merlin defied Destiny a lot sooner.

Isaac than smiled “I knew you two weren’t real reporters, but it’s like I said this knowledge should be shared with by all…so as long as the video is published publicly without charge than I guess I can turn my cheek.” Same coy tone that the old Lance had, Merlin felt.

Morgana snorted “I was gonna post it to my Instagram anyway.”

“Than there we have it. What reporters? I didn’t see anyone.”

All three of them had to have a laugh at that.

It was odd, feeling at ease around someone from their past. Yet with Lancelot it seemed safe.

“We wish you well in your future Isaac, and know that what you seek may not be beyond possibility.”

Isaac looked at Merlin wondering what he could mean but before he could ask Merlin once more interrupted. “You will never have to look over your shoulder, go with the blessing of Emrys and simply live as you always have.” Merlin’s eyes flashed gold which shocked Isaac to his core but than felt a strange semblance of peace enter his soul.

Was that…surely not…?

Merlin than began to leave the cave with Morgana taking a moment to gather her thoughts to what just happened before following her other half.

Right before she left the chamber however, she turned back toward Isaac who still looked befuddled yet in harmony.

“Morgana.”

Isaac blinked out of his thoughts as he starred at her eyes.

“Merlin and Morgana? You had a friend named Lancelot. Your parents must have really loved Arthurian legends huh?”

“That’s one way of phrasing it. I hope we can trust you to keep this between ourselves?”

Isaac gave her a serious look and a solemn nod. “You never have to worry, please tell Merlin I’m grateful to him. Hell if you guys ever want to see the tomb again, I’m sure it’ll be in a museum somewhere…I’d give you guys my contact information but something tells me you won’t need it if you want to find me…”

Morgana smirked, refraining from answering before finally leaving to join Merlin.

The sky was dusk as Merlin stopped time to keep the other mortals from spotting them, just until they made their way back toward the top of the ravine from where they came down from.

Morgana grabbed his hand, as Merlin just starred at the setting sun and the stars about to shine the sky.

“I don’t know why I did it, I just…”

“He was your friend.”

“...”

“Can’t say I wasn’t surprised; I was flabbergasted actually but I can see why…”

“For a moment there I was hoping he would remember me.”

Morgana looked at Merlin’s eyes…was this it? Did Destiny finally beat her? Beaten Merlin back into submission? She dreaded his answer…

“But honestly I’m glad he doesn’t.”

Ok now she’s confused.

“Lancelot got the short end of the stick in Camelot. He deserves to live his life now without the dangerous interference that would be caused by my presence around him.” Merlin explained with a melancholic voice.

Morgana bit her lip…she felt like she had to at least say something.

“Listen about that time…the veil? The shade? If I could do things over…I wouldn’t have exactly done it the way I did. I wouldn’t have opened the veil at all.”

“Morgana, I forgave you for everything long ago. It’s my fault anyway for being so easily swayed by the minds of weak men.”

Morgana snapped her gaze at Merlin “No stop, not everything I did was because of you, stop taking the blame for all I did. I’m a big girl Merlin I can admit when I did something wrong. I really wish I didn’t end up causing Lancelot’s death. It’s because we’re at this point in our lives now that I can see looking back, without Lancelot there it truly condemned you to be Destiny’s slave. Isolating you until you focused on just Arthur 24/7, if you blame yourself for the damage done to us than you have to blame me too.”

Merlin looked at her with a stubborn tenseness in his gaze, before loosening with a soft tenderness. Caressing both of her cheeks, he leaned their foreheads together “Let’s agree that neither of us are saints, and that if we had the ability to start everything over again we’d have far better lives.”

Morgana smiled “I can drink to that.”

“Well I guess that means I’m driving…”

She slapped his arm, rolling her eyes.

Looks like even with this, Destiny still hasn’t sunk its teeth into Merlin.

Which means it’ll be getting desperate…

“Speaking of driving, since Aithusa is as busy as she says…how are we getting out of here? Shall we call upon any of the others?”

“Nah let the kids be on their own, besides it’s been sometime since we’ve been on a true open road trip. Time to make this a true holiday.” Merlin’s eyes flashed gold as he ‘procured’ a couple of camels that were sheltered with the archaeologists who were no doubt panicking as two camels from their guides had suddenly stormed off.

“Oh you’re a bad boy aren’t you?” Morgana teased.

“Tell me this doesn’t make you feel fifteen centuries younger?”

“Hmph, race you to the nearest hub of civilization?”

“As soon as we count to three sure you’re on.”

As they both got on their respective camels, Merlin took one last look toward the direction of the tomb…of Lancelot.

Morgana waited, knowing Merlin was willing himself to say goodbye to a good friend even if said friend didn’t realize it.

“You know there’s one thing I will always one hundred percent agree with Kilgharrah on…”

Morgana was curious, she never liked hearing about the old lizard but for Merlin to bring it up when they weren’t going back and forth on him…well she was curious.

“What is it?”

Merlin smiled as he turned towards the horizon, willing his charm to keep his reincarnated friend safe from any harm.

“Lancelot truly is the noblest of them all.”

Morgana could agree with that she supposed, given what she has learned of Lancelot. Ugh fine she’ll give the lizard that one.

“Great now…THREE!” Merlin took off which a speed enhancing spell on his camel.

Morgana took a moment to process… “WHAT?! YOU NO GOOD CHEAT! JUST WAIT UNTIL I CATCH UP YOU SCOUNDREL! UGH! YOU HAD BETTER WATCH YOUR NECK MERLIN!” Enhancing a speed spell of her own she took off after her irritating husband, clearly he’s forgotten how creative she can be with her punishments…than again he’d probably be into that.

Ugh…!!!

Chapter Text

1 month later

“I’m so glad we made it to Venice just in time before carnevale ends, if you guys have never once been here to participate in its festivities…what’s wrong with you??? You have to experience this at least once in your lives, get to it people!” Morgana was walking the streets of Venice with her phone in hand vlogging away her thoughts. On her face was a red masquerade mask fit with red feathers and those of peacocks on top.

After their little race across the Egyptian desert…which Merlin cheated to win of course, she got her win back by putting a scorpion in his bath later that night…

Not too much damage of course, she can’t have him losing anything precious…she still uses it!

Merlin suggested they end their holiday in the place that began their new lives, Italy. Specifically in this case Venice.

She was very receptive to the idea, thinking it’s been a while since they’ve been to the city that brought them great joy…and perhaps the masters of parties? Debatable she supposed.

“So anyway, I’ve been dying to try some of the finest delicacies they have here and you know maybe I’ll swipe something for Billy while I’m looking.”

Morgana stopped by a stand where a woman with a mask of her own, frying up frittelle.

“Salve Signorina Maschera! Cosa posso fare per lei?” “Hello Miss Mask! What can I do for you?”

Morgana appreciated that the customs of the Venetian Carnival still persisted even today, giving the vendor a smile as she aimed her phone at all the delicious treats on display. It was annoying when Napoleon and then Austria caused the entire thing to end for nearly 2 centuries.

“Ciao buonasera Signora Maschera. Puoi per favore darmi due frittelle di mele e un po’ di castagnole?” “Hi good evening Lady Mask. Can you please give me two apple fritters and a little bit of dough balls?”

The lovely vendor loved her mask so much she decided to give her some on the house…but she spent enough time with Merlin to sneak her a little something when she wasn’t looking.

She hopes she doesn’t faint at the sight of €500…

“Oh my god guys this smells amazing! I just wanna eat them all up right now and trust me I could eat a cow if I put my mind to it.” Morgana could see her fans were giving her suggestions on what more to get, she’ll have to remember them for next time.

“But that would be a bit mean for my boo…he deserves the small bits at least, don’t you think?”

“So now I’m off to our little flat we have here in Venice and then meet Billy near the bridge becauuusssseee he actually booked us a private gondola ride for tonight…and damn does that get me excited!”

“So for now cya later and I’ll be sure to upload parts of it later on my IG, ciao ciao mwah!” Blowing a smooch goodbye, she saved the livestream footage on her device to add it to a much larger video package later on. Somehow, she’s gotta get Merlin to do a video with her. It’d be a crime not to take advantage of their chemistry and show it off to the world.

After the unification of Italy in the late 19^th century, both Morgana and Merlin knew they just had to find a way to secure a permanent place in the very region where they got engaged. So when the opportunity to buy an entire flat building near the canal presented itself, they took it immediately. They’d be fools not to.

As she got to their flat, she made certain to fix her hair up in a French-twist ponytail. Polishing her mask once more before she left to where Merlin was waiting for her, bringing along their tasty treats.

As she got close to Rialto Bridge, she saw Merlin nearby…wearing a black tuxedo with a red bow on. He wore a black and gold jester mask, which is ironic because his jokes hardly landed at times but she digresses. The gondola is what caught her breath however. It was cushioned with red and purple pillows, the floor littered with tulips and Astrantia petals.

“Signifying everlasting love, strength and courage.” Morgana has never been the gushy romantic type…but she still has feelings, Merlin making an effort like this really warms her greatly.

“No gondolier though, wonder what that’s all about?”

Oh well not like she cares, better for them if they’re alone.

“If you’re wondering how I got this little boat all to ourselves…well you know how mortals can be swayed by a few bribes here or there. It only took a few shiny trinkets to lend me this gondola for the entire evening.” Merlin’s gaze remained squarely no her eyes, with a smile she hasn’t seen since he proposed to her in this very city ages ago.

“You know when you told me to dress however I wanted, it would have been lovely for you to mention that if I did I’d be very underdressed Merlin…”

“Maybe I wanted to catch you off guard? Hardly ever happens to my disappointment.”

Morgana rolled her eyes before her eyes flashed gold and in exchange for her utter riff raff of clothes, was a gorgeous dark red crisscross back split thigh dress, her hair now loose with waves towards the bottom and her mask’s bright red color darkening to match her dress. Sexy, she definitely knew how to attract eyeballs to her. Finishing her new look with golden open toed heels, some light makeup and a jewel encrusted necklace.

Merlin looked at her with appreciation, ha! Catching her off guard? Like hell…

“What’s in the bag anyway?”

“Fritters and fried dough balls, which I want to eat right now so come on let’s get going already!”

Merlin snorted as he aided Morgana onto the Gondola, muttering to himself. “And they say men have ravenous stomachs…”

“You say something Merlin?”

Well shit… “I said men have ravenous stomachs, I’m starving love.”

“Hmm…”

“Hehe” Merlin just started to row the gondola to avoid making a bigger idiot of himself, besides tonight would be perfect.

Of course, as soon as he thought that…his beloved wife just had to start streaming this moment. Honestly, you’d think Morgana was only 15 instead of 1500… He doesn’t think he’ll ever truly understand or like publicly sharing moments of your life with people but, tonight not even that could ruin this.

“I’m not even going to say anything.”

“Oh come on Billy, it would be a crime not to show the viewers how much effort you put into all this.”

Merlin just rolled his eyes; it’d be a real crime if he were to ‘accidentally’ tumble this boat and have her thrown overboard… Actually, yes it would be a serious crime…because she’d boil him alive for ruining her doughy treats.

Her hair? Her dress? Eh.

Ah St. Mark’s Square, the spot where he gathered the courage necessary to ask for her hand. The perfect resting destination, now if only he can get Morgana to put the damn phone down for just a moment.

“Guys I’m like losing my shit, this is where we first got engaged! God it feels so nostalgic, it’s as if I’m really back in that moment but well…obviously not in this dress haha.” Morgana kept spouting off her thoughts to her adoring public while trying not to let anything slip…good grief.

Merlin will agree with her on one thing, this does feel nostalgic. That was the point, his entire purpose here was to bring back those feelings of them being on top of the world that’s gotten lost amid this ruckus with…all those familiar old faces.

If anything or anyone tries to ruin this, he’ll drown them in a sea of lava.

He became alert when Morgana tapped his mouth with a dough ball.

“Come now, open wide.” She really thinks she’s so amusing…

“Ha ha.”

“Oh stop you know you love it when I feed you, you’re fooling no one good sir.”

Now that he thinks about it, Merlin does have some ways he can rid her of that damn cockiness.

But he really does miss the delicacies of carnevale…

Oh well, a two for one special as they like to say.

Merlin bit into half while pulling Morgana’s face closer as they kissed while both eating a delicious castagnole. Both tried to take control and for a moment in which Morgana was winning. Merlin however, knew how to defang her…

Morgana stiffened a gasp as she felt his fingers reach beneath her dress and into her core. Is he insane?! What if they’re caught?!

Of course, Morgana oddly enough saw no one even paying them any attention…as if…

“Wait a second did he…?”

Ah there it is, Morgana saw the rune carved onto the back of the gondola. To remain undisturbed and unnoticed, privacy even in public.

“You are right my dear, I do enjoy getting fed by you. But I think I can handle it on my own tonight." Merlin than sat Morgana down on the cushions while he went beneath her dress and…

“That fucking tongue will be the end of me……...” She had to do all she could not to moan, rune or no rune she isn’t going to start moaning like a whore in the middle of the Venetian lagoon! But damn…does Merlin know how to get her all hot and bothered.

Merlin just wanted her to enjoy tonight, and though things are happening a bit out of order…he was planning for their fun activities a bit later but oh well. She was pretty much begging for it with all that teasing, and quite honestly this dress should be illegal. Now if his medical anatomy book was worth the paper it was printed on than her clitoris should be right—

“Damn you Merlin…” Morgana gasped as she rolled her eyes back, gripping his head through her dress, ugh stupid thing she really wants to rip it off!

Not giving him that satisfaction…!

Merlin was like a man starved; well he did say he was starving. She should have listened.

Adding a couple of fingers to aid in his effort to make her orgasm, he felt great pleasure at her grinding her womanly bits on his face…he knew it was a sign she wasn’t going to last much longer.

Good, time he got his dessert.

With his other hand he squeezed one of her nips, finally causing Morgana to drench him in her warm essence.

“I hate you………” Morgana laid back, catching her breath; this was perhaps one of the most daring sexual escapades they’ve had in years. And they did it in the Eifel Tower once!

Merlin laid next to her, gently caressing her face down to her arms, kissing her until she regained her composure enough to kiss back.

“I don’t want to hear it.” She quipped before he could utter a word.

“That’s fine, I’m stuffed.” It felt so good to throw a smirk of his own, serves her right haha.

Morgana rolled her eyes trying to hide her blush, this man really knew how to get to her.

“Well I hope so, because now the food is cold.”

Merlin snorted and reheated them with magic.

“You were saying?”

“Don’t get cocky Merlin, I still haven’t returned the favor. I’d wager I can finish you in half the time.”

“While that does sound tempting, I do actually have something in mind for why I suggested this little trip…I---”

Morgana looked puzzled as Merlin cut himself off looking at her…phone?

Oh…oh shit…

“Morgana…”

“Yes…”

“Please tell me you didn’t stream this…”

“…”

“Please…”

“…”

“We used our real names…”

“…I mean they’ll probably think it was just roleplay…”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!”

“I could have sworn I stopped it!”

“Well clearly you just gave your adoring public a free show…”

“Noooo!!! I really hope I don’t get banned from Instagram!” Morgana frantically made sure that the stream was now offline and to delete any footage that uploaded

”When I said Merlin and I should do a video together…this was NOT WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT!”

Maybe vlogging isn’t all that’s cracked up to be?

Maybe…but dammit that’s the same as admitting Merlin was right so she’ll ignore that.

“I mean I think that would be great, but let’s be real you’ll find a way back in.” Merlin rolled her eyes at her dramatics. Internet and cell phones were already annoying in his mind…but to combine them together? Whoever thought of that should be roasted by Aithusa.

“I bloody told you that all these crazy inventions would just dumb you down but nooooo! ‘Stop being a stubborn old goat Merlin, get in with the times Merlin, Merlin get over it because we’re buying it and that’s that’.” 

Morgana glared but kept her gaze at her phone trying to fix this mess. “Okay 1) I don’t sound like that! 2) How was I supposed to know I didn’t tap the screen hard enough?!”

“Can’t go wrong with messenger owls if I do say so myself.” Merlin was taking great delight at having a victory lap…in his mind at least.

“Yeah yeah you and your 12th century mentality.” Morgana waved off his complaints, as per usual Merlin takes a mile when he gets an inch…and not in the fun way either.

“Well at least now some degenerates are frothing at the mouth over what they just witnessed…”

“I really hope that those who did see it don’t start saying I should start an OnlyFans…” Morgana bit her lip in frustration.

Merlin quirked a brow “Only what?”

“Eh a site where people do things for fans in exchange for money.”

“Forget I asked…”

“Oh relax, I’m hardly that desperate for attention.” Morgana snorted.

“Thank the heavens for smaller mercies.” Merlin blankly replied.

“Anyway! So what exactly were you hoping to do here again?” Morgana hoped that her smile and gleaming eyes - that she totally didn’t use magic to emphasize – would get him to change the subject. It did…finally, she really can’t handle losing if you couldn’t tell already.

Merlin took a deep breath and when he reopened his eyes…got on one knee.

Morgana was stunned…what was he doing???

Merlin grabbed her hand “I was giving this a lot of thought ever since we started this little trip of our. I want us to renew our vows, so I got you this.” He reached into his back pocket with his other hand and opened the small box containing a reddish gold ring with a diamond on it, a bit superior to the gold banded ring he originally got her centuries ago in this very spot.

Morgana tried to compose herself, she’s the Last High Priestess, second in power only to Emrys…she shouldn’t be shedding tears over this like some teenage girl…

But damn if she didn’t really care at this moment.

“You win this time Merlin... I’m utterly speechless aside from of course yes, I want to renew our vows as well.”

Merlin placed the ring on her finger before embracing her tightly with a passionate kiss as night began to arrive, the twilight gleam bidding farewell.

They chose to of course continue their love making, if only the Venetians could see and hear through the runes…boy would there be quite the commotion.

After they clothed each other back to socially acceptable standards they chose to remain for a few more hours cuddled up together, just wanting to bask in the glow of their passion…and the lagoon rocking the boat actually felt good on their backs.

They’re young but they’re old…but they’re young also remember that!

“What material is this made of anyway? It looks like gold but also something else.” Morgana wondered as she examined her new ring more thoroughly.

“Orichalcum.” Merlin replied simply.

“…? Okay? And that’s?”

“Atlantean metal.”

“…As in Atlantis?” Morgana was dumbfounded to say the least.

“Yep.”

Ugh she hated when he did this…

“You’re seriously going to tell me you also found Atlantis.” She flatly stated.

“I did tell you I wanted to learn all of the world’s secrets.” Merlin shrugged as he closed his eyes to relax himself in the comfort of her body next to his.

Morgana groaned; they were so going to talk about that little adventure later, but first.

“I must ask, what brought this on?” Morgana kept starring at her ring as it gleamed off the night sky, with St. Mark Square’s lights on to her left.

Merlin looked at her, than to her ring before finally answering.

“I felt it long past time we reestablished control over our lives. The fates can’t destroy this, we fought too long and too hard to let anyone get in the way of this” Merlin placed his own ringed hand next to hers, he didn’t really care to get a new one for himself. Settling for just the original gold band.

“I think we can call this holiday a success.” Morgana smiled as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“It helped, despite the bumps along the road.”

“I’m glad.”

If only they knew then that those words were spoken too soon…

They stayed in Venice a few more days before deciding that to end their holiday they’d make their way south to Pompeii in time to see Cynfab’s awakening.

Of course, Morgana suggested that they re-explore major sites and cities on the way.

Merlin being Merlin, rolled his eyes and capitulated. Not a hill worth drying on in his opinion…well if he could die that was.

Florence was beautiful as always, the Dome looking magnificent. But honestly it was their steak that stole Merlin’s heart.

“How can it steal your heart if I already have it?” Morgana quipped as she munched on her own Bistecca alla Florentina.

“I’m sure you can share.”

“Careful or I’ll leave you for the peposo.” Morgana snorted.

“You know what? For peposo, I’d understand if you did.”

“Poor you.”

Eventually they made it to Rome, at least here they had some kind of connection from their Albion roots. Morgana was thinking how odd it felt to be in the former heart of the Empire that brought even Albion to its knees.

“Ever imagine what our lives would be like if the Romans never left Albion?” Morgana wondered as she and Merlin wandered through the city, passing by the Colosseum, the Pantheon, even the ruins of the Roman Forum.

“Well for one Uther probably wouldn’t have been king. Hell, most of England probably wouldn’t have kings and simply Roman governors. It’s hard to say what else, but I do know that if they never came to Albion at all then we’d have probably been far less advanced civilization wise. Even in those days, Gaul and eventually France would have probably been the dominant European power.” Merlin remembered all the times he scoured through Camelot’s historical scrolls trying to further his knowledge…it was during Gwen’s reign as Queen.

“Hmm, I can’t imagine you actually came to Rome before this country actually became a country right?”

Merlin chuckled “Of course not, I came to Italy to sail directly to Egypt around my initial search for Alexander’s tomb. I did go through Rome for that.”

Morgana quirked a brow “Despite the fact that the headquarters for one of the most magic hating religions is stationed in this very city?”

“Technically the Vatican is its own thing.”

“To hell with your technicalities.”

“You do realize that I lived in Uther’s Camelot for 10 years right? The best place for any mage to hide is among the mage hunters themselves.”

Morgana thought about it, true Merlin did go unnoticed for a decade in a kingdom that punished magic via death. She could see his point.

“Come on, I want to see why this Carbonara is so famous compared to Gordon Ramsay’s.”

Merlin wondered if he should ask who that was…eh if it’s important he’ll find out.

Finally they made it to Naples, Pompeii isn’t too far now. Of course, now that they were in the land that created pizza…

Going to the best pizzeria in Naples proved to be a rather…precarious affair…

All Merlin cared about was having a Margherita pizza, simple and delicious.

Morgana? Goodness gracious…

They don’t even have pineapples here…

“Come on Merlin just one bite!”

“It’s ironic that you emphasized the need for aliases yet lately you continue to disregard them…”

Morgana rolled her eyes “Aside from the fact that most likely some of the people who don’t understand English or are eavesdropping on us, they probably wouldn’t just assume we’re THE Morgana and Merlin.”

“Aren’t you cute putting your name first.”

“Why thank you dear.”

“Ugh never mind, and get that thing away from my mouth.” Merlin grunted shoving her hand away to put as much distance between his tastebuds and that hideous pineapple pizza as possible…

“Would you stop being stubborn?”

“Look, pizza is one of the few food items I actually like in this century. I really don’t need it ruined because you woke up one morning and decided ‘Hey I’m gonna put some fruit on it and hope I don’t get sick’ well no thank you.” Merlin huffed and went back to his Margherita.

“Okay 1, tomatoes are fruits! 2, you really need to stop with these little impersonations if you really can’t get my voice right. And let me tell you ‘Mr. I’m too high on my horse to be bothered’ pineapple on pizza is perhaps the best invention humanity has ever created!”

A gasp could be heard as Morgana turned her head as saw some of the other guests look in shock at either her statement or the pineapples on her pizza…knowing her luck recently probably both.

“Well, seems like you’ll be needing a private security force after this hahaha.” Ugh great there’s goes his smugness meter going nowhere but up…

“Okay so maybe some of them do know English…” Morgana really wished she had a hoodie on or something.

“Or they just have eyes?”

“‘Or they just have eyes bleh’”

“Well at least I’m not the only one who butchers voices.” Merlin stuck his tongue at her and it took all she had not to bite it off.

Merlin turned to the gawking guests which now included the pizzaiolo “Non conosco questa donna mi dispiace!” “I don’t know this woman I’m sorry!” Well it certainly helped to break the ice giving everyone a laugh, but than he saw the evil eye on his wife that promised he’ll pay for this later.

“Look relax, you clearly like it so much just eat it.” Merlin said trying to minimize the potential damage she’ll give him later.

“Oh I will, but next time we’ll try this again in a more favorable environment. You only won because people here actually share your boring opinion.”

“…Yeah…I’m just going to eat in silence and not even bother responding.”

“You do that Merly-poo…”

Following their rather hilarious lunch they decided to take a bit of time heading south to Pompeii, taking the scenic route enjoying the endless vineyards they passed by.

Finally…all good things had to come to come to an end.

As the twilight sky gleamed orange and pink, the immediate red flag was…no one was here. It’s as if the ruins of Pompeii were left as bare as it was post eruption…

“Something tells me the tourists or officials didn’t just decide to go on break…” Morgana was looking around trying to spot anyone while Merlin kept his gaze on Vesuvius, the current home of Cynfab.

It’s been a long time since he saw the dragon that was in many ways his own son, especially now in these uncertain times…he needs him now more than ever. If for nothing else than to make sure he’s alright.

Merlin than felt a nudge on his shoulder as he turned to Morgana who pointed toward the amphitheater. At first, he assumed she was pointing further in the distance but when he concentrated his magic toward the amphitheater itself…something’s odd.

Merlin walked towards it with starch golden narrowed eyes as he tried to decipher this feeling, he entered into a deeper plane of existence and saw the magical barrier covering the amphitheater.

“Who’s responsible for this???” Merlin figured there was only one way to find out, he turned to Morgana who prepared herself as well before nodding at him.

Merlin touched the barrier and projected his power into it, shattering it like glass.

Suddenly noise filled their ears and what once appeared like an empty ruined amphitheater now included many people and in the arena itself men and women fighting each other bloody. Merlin glared at this brutish display, but he had other things to focus on…such as who cast the bloody barrier. Barring himself and Morgana only that wretched worm Sigan had magic. He can’t sense his presence however so if his reincarnation regained his memories and cast the barrier, than he would have left behind traces of his aura…whereas this aura felt unfamiliar to him.

Morgana silently motioned that she was going to take the left which means Merlin is taking the right. He knew she could handle herself…but he also he thought he could until that slime proved him wrong.

So if it really isn’t Sigan…who else is left?

Mordred to his recollection doesn’t have magic in his new life…and even if he did, he’s a bum so he couldn’t afford a flight to Cuba let alone Italy. So he’s out…

Freya’s the Lady of the Lake and she would never do this even if she weren’t…

He isn’t aware as of now any other former dead mages that returned to this world…so maybe it isn’t human.

The dragons weren’t even a consideration, even if one of his kin did turn rogue he’d be able to tell. Draconian magic is very distinct from any magic possessed by mortal humans, and Merlin felt none.

Merlin noticed how the crowd felt, well not lifeless exactly but they aren’t exactly as…fluid shall we say compared to your typical crowd over a bunch of fools bashing each other’s brains in.

“Hmm…?”

Any other magical beast wouldn’t have the intellect nor the sophistication to pull something like this off, so he must go beyond even that. Now there are other pantheons with their own magical beasts out there, however it’s all the same. Everyone with an affinity of magic uses the same magic of the earth.

So ultimately he’s down to one last group of suspects, the Sidhe.

Merlin clenched his fists as his golden eyes surveyed to the now makeshift arena to search for the Fae in question. He’s been sick of their little tricks for centuries, always making sure to keep them in line whenever they dared try to cross it. This wasn’t how he had hoped to do today, but it seems that the Fates will always try to throw ditches in his path.

Finally, Merlin noticed a man sitting alone near the top of the back of the arena. This man certainly appeared like the worthless sack of flesh most humans were. But there was more to him than meets the eye, his eyes for instance looked cold icy blue…but he knew that the second he performed spells they would turn to a fiery red.

Merlin’s gaze than turned to his wife on the opposite side of the amphitheater, she appears to have arrived to the same conclusion as she kept examining the potential ringleader of this little circus.

Who this Sidhe is individually is of no concern to him, in the end he’ll meet the same fate as all his brethren who dared to challenge his authority over the earth…his precious home.

Merlin smirked, he supposed it’s been a while since he and Morgana both teamed up in a potentially serious battle.

He than examined the fighters themselves, seems that the woman managed to behead one of the other fighters, leaving it down to three.  But as soon as the big brute of a man crushed the chest of the smaller, did Merlin realize what he was dealing with.

For once he didn’t need to take long to recognize this face.

Percival.

Merlin projected his thoughts to Morgana how was now in her Priestess mentality getting ready for battle “Morgana, look at the man in the arena. That’s Percival.”

“Are you sure? I can’t say I knew him.” Compared to Gwaine, Elyan, Lancelot and Leon…Percival was one of the knights she knew the least of.

“I’d know that face, he did stick around in Camelot until his death during Gwen’s reign.”

“Well doesn’t that make things interesting, a former knight and a Sidhe in the same place? Destiny must be running out of things to throw at us.”

Merlin snorted and kept his eye on the battle, Percival’s reincarnation certainly retained his prowess for battle. Unlike the other reincarnations this one might prove a bit more…nostalgic. Not even in the good way like with Lancelot unfortunately.

His memories of Percival only consisted of a silent judgement of the reveal of Merlin being the Old Warlock Dragoon but also failing not only to save Arthur but Gwaine. 

In fact, now that he can look back at his time in Camelot without the pretty lenses it was clear that Gwen and Leon also had some type of issue with him in some form. 

Leon wanted his aid in trying to collect all the magical artifacts and stuff them in the vaults of Camelot. Merlin refused, stating that he had done enough harm to magic to warrant fulfilling his request. Didn’t earn him any brownie points.

While Gwen assuredly kept reminding Merlin that she never blamed him for Arthur’s death, she must have really thought he was stupid. Their relationship forever changed when he refused to use the power of life and death to bring him back. The ritual was unpredictable even if he was to cast the spell. The old religion cared not who it picked as the sacrifice, the risk of Gwen herself dying to bring back Arthur was too great a risk…but she refused to understand that. Just as he did when he killed Nimueh…

It saddens him because at the time he stubbornly refused to believe their friendship wasn’t still strong. But honestly their friendship had deteriorated when she first put on the Queen’s crown anyway.

From that point on until her death it was simply formalities, but she at the very least repealed Uther’s genocidal laws on magic. For what little good that did, it was far too late to stop the near disappearance of magic from Albion and the world at large.

As for Gaius…? Well, he didn’t hate the man. But after Arthur’s death and how he essentially failed, he didn’t really want anything to do with him besides business for the kingdom. Even if Merlin wanted to forgive him for being one of the ones who gave him false hope during a time when he desperately needed it. And having him live a life of distrusting others, Morgana especially…he had died only 2 years after Camlann.

He died as he lived, quiet and out of everyone’s way.

“Merlin we should strike now!”

Merlin grew alert at the sound of Morgana’s voice, and tried to think of a quick and easy strategy to execute a seamless plan. Only then did he notice that Percival’s reincarnation was victorious.

However before either mage could act, the Sidhe possessed man stood up clapping as if he were seeing some play.

“Bravo good mortal, is everyone in attendance all enjoying themselves?!”

To Morgana it looked as though the audience were acting more like robots than anything natural. Could they be illusions? Are they possessed?

“Now if the two interloping rats among you can come on down and join in the activities, that will be swell.” The man’s eyes turned red as both Merlin and Morgana felt a pull, dragging them toward the arena next to Percival who seemed to be glaring up at the Sidhe.

“Ah Emrys the arrogance in you truly amuses me, it seems that all these years have dulled your finer sense.”

Merlin glared as he stood tall “Clearly, you’re a degenerate of the Sidhe. So, to whom do I have the honor of punishing before sending your wings to your kind as yet another warning?”

Morgana briefly looked at Percival, he appeared a lot more in control of himself than how the crowd appeared to be. Hmm perhaps she was onto something?

“Oh where are my manners, you may address me as Cathair. The one who will go down in history as he finally caused your downfall.” Clearly this Cathair was buying into his own bullshit.

Merlin rolled his eyes “Oh gee where have I heard that before, your delusion of grandeur really does your kind proud. It wouldn’t be the first time I proved someone wrong.” He than materialized his trusty staff.

Cathair growled as he narrowed his eyes at the weapon. “A staff forged by Sidhe magic; you have some nerve Emrys…!”

“You can certainly come and try to take it from me you imp.”

While Merlin kept the Sidhe distracted, Morgana finally realized that indeed the crowd was enchanted to simply obey whatever the Sidhe’s commands are.

OF COURSE!

No wonder there was no one around the ruins, they were all held captive here! They certainly look like tourists and personnel.

She quickly tried to outweigh the pros and cons of simply focusing on the Sidhe threat or trying to save them…ugh it’s exhausting being the good guy.

“Merlin, Cathair has held these people hostage with an enchantment. We must be careful not to exert so much power else we may end up killing them.”

“…”

“Merlin???” Why isn’t he answering her?

“Oh Emrys, are you sure you can afford to hold back here? After all, we Sidhe no longer need to fear you.”

Merlin quirked a brow, that’s quite the bold statement.

“Is that so?”

“Haha it was quite the amusement in Avalon when we first saw it.” He’ll take great pleasure tearing that faerie’s face to shreds.

“Alright I dunno who the hell you two are, but I sure as hell am done being your little guinea pig asshole! I’m done killing whoever you want! I’m gonna save my family and if I have to team up with some other freaks to kill you, than bring it the fuck on!”

It would appear that Percival’s reincarnation is more of a hothead than his original counterpart…how quaint.

And he has a family…?

“Hey amateur. shut up and let the professionals handle this. You wouldn’t last a second against a novice sorcerer let alone a Sidhe whose name literally translates to slaughter…” Morgana really wasn’t impressed with this guy butting in.

“Who’re you calling an amateur?! I’m Ted Hopper and I’m a world champion!”

“Yeah, I don’t watch wrestling.”

“UFC!”

“Still no I’m afraid.”

“Morgana. Focus.”

Hearing Merlin’s tone reminded her of the situation they’re in, ugh this fucking knight just has to aggravate her. This may be the fates’ most daring attempt yet; they’re definitely trying everything in their power now.

“Well why don’t we give the crowd a show?” Cathair raised his hand as his eyes glowed red, and suddenly mythical beasts from many origins appeared around the three.

A Banshee, a Troll, a Golem made of obsidian, a pair of Wyverns, and a few Draugars.

“He’s even got Norse creatures at his command.” Morgana pointed out.

Merlin confirmed her notice “Makes sense, when the Norse invaded Albion they brought their creatures with them no doubt.”

“Oh, and just so to make things more challenging…catch”

A flash of red sent something shooting towards them that actually sent shivers down Merlin’s spine.

He blasted Morgana as far as he could using the wind, if anything he never wanted her to have to experience this.

Cathair had one of Cornelius Sigan’s magical emp’s…

“Ugh…!” Merlin felt dizzy, it’s as if he’s reliving those moments all over again!

Morgana sat up confused until she saw Merlin gripping his head, she felt it! Or rather she couldn’t feel it! His aura was gone!

But how?!?!

What was that thing that Cathair…?!

Wait…

Was this the device that Merlin spoke of to her?! That Sigan used to overpower him?!

Then that means Merlin lost his connection to the earth, his magic isn’t answering to him!

“Hey you okay? What was that? Come on man we can’t exactly get out of here without your help!” Ted Hopper…Percival is so lucky that Merlin feels so empty right now, less he be turned to ash.

“You…! Where did you get that?!?!” If looks could kill than the wretched faerie would be nothing but a puddle of blue blood right now.

“Like my gift Emrys? Our mutual friend, the Dark One decided to lend a hand so to speak as the mortals say.” Cathair’s smug smirk was infuriating and Morgana right now was trying to remain calm and focus her magic not only to destroy the beasts but to keep Merlin safe. Who knows how long it would take for him to reform from these exotic creatures???

Merlin and Morgana froze at the sound of his words. The Dark One???

Merlin knew that if he possessed those contraptions than this Dark One could only be one man…

“You…you’ve been in contact with Sigan??? Tell me where he is! Now!” Merlin couldn’t believe it; his fears were true. Sigan’s reincarnation spell worked and it seems he’s attempting to retry his efforts at his goals.

He’ll never let him succeed!!!

“Why do you think Avalon no longer fears you Emrys? Why even that very name has lost its power and luster, oh for shame. To think that a piece of mortal ingenuity was able to cripple magic itself, a practical god among mortals! Hahaha! It’s the joke of the millennium!”

Morgana heard enough but before she could smite the bastard her spell was cut short when she was forced to dodge attacks from the Troll and Banshee. She quickly magicked a sword from one of the fallen warriors and enchanted it with runes to aid her in penetrating her foes.

Ted was rather feeling nervous inside, but he really didn’t see any other option left but to fight. He either fought for his freedom or died trying. Both better than being a slave to some crazy pixie or whatever they’re called!

“Fine you want a piece of me?! Arrrggghh!!!!” He slashed his heavy sword towards the Draugars but to no effect.

“Shit?! What are these things made of???” Ted had to think of something or else he’s zombie food.

Merlin knew he should focus on surviving the Golem’s onslaught and it seems that the Wyverns are sensing an opportunity since the emp also had an effect on his dragonlord abilities as well…

It’s not like they always obeyed him anyway but now would have been the best!

But he couldn’t stop looking back at that blue eyesore as he was sipping wine on his elegant seat looking down at the violence with an amused look on that wretched face.

“I assure you Sidhe, you will tell me where Sigan is even if I must tear you apart atom by atom.” Merlin than gripped his staff in a form of Jōjutsu he learned in feudal Japan, now that he’s been forced to use physical methods of destroying these vermin. 

Of course, how he can kill a Golem and Wyverns with a what is essentially a large nice-looking stick without magic…? He doesn’t know either but he’ll use his teeth if he has to in order to get what he wants!

Because he was knocked unconscious the last time Sigan used that magical emp on him during the war, Merlin doesn’t know how long he has precisely until his connection to the earth is restored, which means he must fight with the expectation that he won’t be using magic at all in this fight.

Maybe he should have taken Morgana’s sword lessons more seriously, he’s so stupid!!!

Merlin shook the dizziness off and swiped to the left of the Golem’s heavy fist while jumping atop his back and onto one of the Wyverns who roared and flew off into the air, trying to shake Merlin off. If it weren’t for Merlin’s centuries of experience riding much larger Dragons than he probably would have fallen off immediately. Now if he remembers correctly…

Gripping the small horns of the Wyvern, he managed to force it to ride into its partner in the sky, tumbling them both back down to the amphitheater. Unfortunately, the other Wyvern knocked into some of the enchanted pedestrians killing a few.

“Oh my Emrys, have your years of life turned your heart stone? Oh well not like I care; they served their purpose well enough.” Cathair grinned as he saw the Wyvern finally knock Merlin off its back and down toward the Golem.

Meanwhile Morgana was busy trying not to get flattened by a Troll but also to protect her hearing from the Banshee’s wailing. Fortunately, her magic is protecting her with the latter but she can’t waste too much time and energy on these small fries. Not when the real battle has yet to begin.

If the damn Troll would stop absorbing her attacks with its obnoxiously rock hard skin…she could than focus on the damn spectre trying to bloody her eardrums!

She’ll have to stop being stingy with her magic than.

Trolls have a weakness to fire, whereas Banshee’s can only be hurt when placed in a runed circle as with any spectre. Alright first the troll…

Morgana kept trying to focus her magic to enflame her sword but the damn creatures won’t let up and they keep pushing her farther and farther away from Merlin…

Destiny’s a real bitch today.

Fine she’ll have to use the incantation, let’s see them get passed this.

“Llosg cleddyf!” Bright hot orange flames covered her sword as she began to carefully target the Troll’s belly and legs, being the softer parts of its hideous body. The flames seem to have startled it, while it keeps trying to take cover with its back but the flames leave scorches on its surface.

Quickly Morgana had to trap the troll in a circle of lava while she created distance from the banshee who unleashed a mighty vibrating shriek that made her want to scream at the sheer agony her ears are experiencing. Had it not been for her magic, her drums would have undoubtedly burst blood by now.

She has no time to lose, the troll was beginning to tear the very concrete beneath him to try to quell the flames.

“Ysbryd wedi dechrau!” Quickly she uttered the spell as soon as the banshee was within range to trap them both in a circle of spirit protection runes.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” The Banshee shrieked as it was now in pain from Morgana’s spell.

This was her chance; without hesitation she charged through and pierced the vile creature’s chest before pulling back and slicing off its head. The Banshee’s voice finally dissolving in nothing like the rest of her form…

Time to finish this fat slob off and make her way back toward Merlin, whom it looked like was at least holding his own against his 3 opponents. Granted he was still feeling winded from the emp by the looks of it. But she’s proud of his growth in skill, magic or no magic they won’t allow themselves to fall prey to anyone without a fight.

Time to end this, with a shout she shot forth flames from the lit torches around the captive audience to burn the Troll.

“Dos allan a llosga ef!”

The troll was engulfed in flames and before he get himself out of it, his eye was pierced by Morgana’s sword which she threw at him.

Huffing, she snuffed out the flames with a flash of her golden eyes and recovered her weapon before making her way to Merlin…or at least until Ted had to drag her into his mess.

The fool ran towards her direction dragging along the Draugars thus alerting one of them to her presence. Ugh what is it with Camelot Knights always ruining her plans???!!!

She really needs to do everything must she?

Ugh…

Alright if her Norse knowledge is as good as she remembers than Draugars are immune to most attacks except dismemberment and then burning their remains. This Sidhe really needs to stop making things too easy for her.

She figures she outta make the imbecile trying in vain to keep himself from becoming one with the undead a bit more useful to her.

“Llosg cleddyf!” Morgana charmed Ted’s sword who in turn looked surprised at the flame runes carved on his blade which than brought forth flames.

“The fuck is this???”

“Shut up and focus, I’m going to slice them apart and you’re going to burn them to ash when I do understand?!”

Ted nodded, finally feeling more secure now that there was a clear weakness to these things.

Morgana charged at the Draugar closest to her and ducked beneath the swipe to her face and steered clear of its bite when it followed her down. She managed to amputate it’s right arm than rolled to it’s other side and got a leg.

Turning to the other Draugar who sped its way toward her, a twitch of neck sent the undead monstrosity spiraling on the ground giving the opportunity to sever its head from its shoulders than the rest of his limbs.

“Go destroy it!” Morgana turned back to finish the other Draugar while Ted incinerated the dismembered one as its ashes blew with the wind.

However, the fallen Draugar she left earlier began to spur poisonous gas from its mouth forcing her to cover her face to avoid inhaling it.

“Well that’s just perfect!” She’ll have to keep her distance, at least until she noticed her sleeves beginning melt away.

“Fuck it’s not just gas, it’s bloody acid!” Quickly she gained more distance while healing herself before the poisonous acid could touch her skin, along with an air bubble to breath in.

“Don’t get too close, its desperation is proving to be quite the nuisance!” Ted merely nodded taking position beside her waiting for her que. How odd, to be fighting alongside a Knight of Camelot even if it is just a reincarnation…

Morgana decided than to take a risk and quickly pulled the undead creature toward her with magic before slicing off its head and limbs before it could spout more of that wretched poison. Ted finally dealing the fatal blow as it turned to ash.

“Well that just leaves your friend.” Ted pointed out as Morgana regained her breath, once more looking that her arm. Her spell seems to have healed most of the damage but it still looks rather red, comparable to a sun burn if anything. Better than being third degree burned at least…

“Husband.”

“Ah, than we’re both saving those who mean most to us than.” They both starting running towards Merlin’s 3v1 battle.

“You’re married?” She couldn’t help her curiosity as they neared the fight, the other reincarnations seemed to have been as single as they were in their previous lives. She supposed not everything had to be the same.

“A wife and daughter, they’re captive among the audience, we were just supposed to be visiting relatives in Calabria but wanted to stop by the ruins…worst decision I ever made!”

Well that sounded sad, funny and irritating. Sad and funny because she and Merlin probably ended up making that same decision, irritating because she knew Destiny kept intersecting their paths with that of her chosen figures.

Finally they reached Merlin, who at last took down one of the Wyverns by timing his maneuver of getting the Wyvern he rode on in the direction of the Golem’s attack perfectly. The poor Wyvern got its head smashed to paste as a result.

All that was left was the Golem itself and the last Wyvern.

Merlin was starting to regain his strength; it wouldn’t be long now before his connection to the earth would be restored.

He didn’t need magic to feel that Morgana had returned, giving him the confidence to charge forward toward the Wyvern.

“Morgana the ankles! The Golem’s weakness are the ankles!

The High Priestess nodded as she and Ted both took on the Golem together…and it certainly wasn’t a troll.

This Golem appeared to have some semblance of intelligence as it kept dodging any blows to its only weaknesses. Than it raised its enormous fists and smashed them to the ground shaking everything and everyone causing Morgana and Ted to lose their footing.

“Ugh!” Ted than pulled her out of the way of its fist lest she become like the Wyvern it minced.

“I dunno about you, but I’m starting to feel like I miss the zombies…”

For once she can agree with the idiot, this Golem wasn’t a pushover that’s for sure. Still everything has its weakness, so aside from the ankles…what else can she exploit? Well, in her experience big strong oafs tend to be really dumb…perfect.

Or well it would have been had The Golem not yanked out its own arm and wielded it like a mallet at them, barely getting out of the way in time.

Ted decided to use some of the ash from the Draugar that still remained on the ground and throw it at the Golem’s eyes who in turned groaned as its vision was now muddled.

“Good thinking! Now’s our chance!” Morgana lifted her sword than ran after one of the ankles while Ted ran for the other.

Unfortunately, given that the Golem was now chaotically swing his now weaponized arm around in every direction it was hard to get too close without getting swatted away like flies. Her concern was warranted when they got hit and knocked onto the lower steps of the amphitheater, her sword knocked away from her. Ted seems to have gotten his sword arm dislocated…splendid.

Morgana tried to levitate her sword back to her but the Golem stood in the way ready to crush her to paste…just the moment she’s been waiting for.

“Cathair really should pick his minions better, I speak from experience of course.” She taunted as her golden eyes had her sword flying toward the Golem’s left ankle from behind, causing it to roar as it got down to a knee.

However she’s still a bit winded and the Golem looks ready to squeeze the life out of her, and with Tom still trying to get his arm back in place…this is gonna hurt…

Than the Golem shrieked again as it collapsed down in front of her, saw it…half of Merlin’s staff pierced the other ankle.

“What? But how did…?” She looked up at the sky as saw Merlin with his arm still in its throwing position up atop the Wyvern. The other half of his staff in his other hand.

He saved her.

Shame about the staff though, he’s had it since he took it from those two Sidhe that tried to drown Arthur. What were their names again? Eh who cares.

Morgana nodded in thanks as Merlin’s gaze appeared relieved before he returned the gesture.

Merlin can now see that the more the effects of the emp wear off, the more bits and bits of his power return. Starting with his Dragonlord abilities. It isn’t at full capacity quite yet but just enough to tame the Wyvern enough to betray its Sidhe master.

As Ted finally got his socket back in place, he and Morgana ran up to Cathair who was clapping like a stereotypical mustache cartoon villain. How original.

“I must say that was quite the entertainment, more than I expected from the likes of you and your companions Emrys.” Cathair’s possessed victim stood as his smirk widened, skin now turning blue.

"It’s your fault for assuming that I’d be helpless without my inner magic. For that you will suffer…as soon as I make you tell me what rock Sigan crawled under.” Merlin’s fury could be easily recognized given that his golden eyes resembled orange lava than the brightness it used to.

“Aren’t you having fun Emrys? The main event hasn’t even started…so perhaps you should focus less on the Dark One and more on your doom.” The Sidhe’s eyes turned blood red as he began another summoning ritual.

Morgana braced herself, what was he doing now?!

“Oh great he’s gonna bring more of them?!?!” Ted gritted his teeth, they barely got through the last batch!

Merlin narrowed his eyes, ready to aim his staff as a makeshift spear once again at the wretched faerie…

“Alas for this grand finale I’ll be requiring a sacrifice…let’s go with this one.”

Cathair raised his hand at the Wyvern who shrieked as it dissolved toward the magic of the Sidhe.

“Urrghh!!!” Merlin was falling down at too high a speed, whether it was enough to ‘kill’ him or not well he’s about to find out.

Or maybe not.

He reopened his eyes as he saw Morgana’s glowing golden eyes, she had broken his fall by levitating his body gently to the ground.

“We’re even now darling.” He has to kiss her when this is over.

“Not about being even…” He muttered which caused Morgana to snort.

“Uhh guys I think he’s done…”

As they both turned back to where Ted was pointing, all around Cathair was a cold chilly magical aura.

“Rísa rammr at afli Ymir!”

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“Rísa rammr at afli Ymir!”

As soon as the incantation left the Sidhe’s mouth, Morgana for the first time in ages felt completely terrified.

The atmosphere around them began to chill considerably as ice formed all around the land, from the amphitheater to the outskirts of Pompeii and still moving.

“That wasn’t the Sidhe language, or even that of the Old religion?!?! It sounds familiar but dammit where have I heard it before?!?!” Her voice sounded further than it was with the roaring of the wind.

Merlin concurred “It was an ancient form of Norwegian specifically old Norse! If what I fear is true, than we’re in for a big one now! Prepare yourself!”

“What about my family?! The people still trapped here?! They’re gonna freeze to death! Hell I’m going to freeze to death!”

Merlin didn’t really care if Percival’s reincarnate did or not, the prospect of this next summon took all precedence. He’s only lucky that his close proximity to Morgana’s magic is keeping him somewhat warm enough not to freeze himself.

“He’s right Merlin! Before this monstrosity gets here, we must break Cathair’s hold on them! They need to flee before they’re glaciers!”

“…”

“Merlin?!”

“Huh?! Oh yes yes of course!”

Morgana filed that away for later “How’s your power situation?! Have they returned?!”

Merlin grimaced as he shielded his face from the frosted blowing away at them.

“Not there yet!”

“How long?!”

“Hopefully not too long!”

Morgana had to think quickly, they’re running out of time!

Good thing she saved some magic, time to get creative. She can use the wind to her advantage.

She gathered her breath as she mentally uttered to incantation to break the spell placed on the captives.

“Rhyddhewch nhw i gyd” Morgana than breathed out her spell which was carried by the frosting wind in every direction thus being inhaled by the captives who were subsequently released and began to panic at the sight of the torment that was about to be unleashed.

“Go Ted, get your family and the people as far from here as you can!”

Ted was grateful as he gripped her forearm, how coincidental that it was similar to the old shakes the knights would always use for comradery.

“Thank you so much! I hope you two can gut this fucker like the pig he is! We’ll all be rooting for you!” Ted turned to offer Merlin the same wishes but the Immortal Warlock wasn’t even paying attention, focusing his gaze in front of him…

“Go Ted! Time’s running out!” Morgana nudged him off towards the screaming crowd gathering into a group to make their way out of here!

“Good luck!” He ran off towards the people, hopefully to find his wife and daughter in one piece.

Getting closer towards Merlin, Morgana magicked herself warmer clothes as all the concrete and the very air itself was practically ice and snow. Merlin however declined to receive the same.

“Soon it’ll be unnecessary.”

Well what’s mean? Is he talking about his magic returning?

“Get ready Morgana, he’s here.”

“Who?!”

“I hope you don’t think that just because those fools got away that it’ll matter in the end Priestess?! And you Emrys, I do wonder just what your pose will be when you turn into an ice sculpture!” Cathair’s voice was echoed out as his summoning was at last complete, causing the very earth to rumble as a creature of great stature erupted from its surface.

The wind died down until all was silent…the cold however only intensified.

“That’s…that’s a Jǫtunn…”

Merlin grimly responded “Not just any Jǫtunn…the forefather of all Jǫtunn. The King of the Frost Giants. Ymir…”  

The Ancestor of the Jǫtunn stood tall at nearly 300 meters in height. His entire body was literally ice, horns, and beard. His eyes however showed the mastery he has over the frost. This Sidhe...managed to tame a legend that even the Norse’s Odin feared???

Morgana didn’t understand how Merlin could remain calm!

“Morgana calm down.”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?! We’ve never exactly fought a Frost Giant before let alone it’s King!”

Neither of them were around when the Vikings invaded Albion, for Merlin he was too busy exploring the known and unknown parts of the world. Morgana? She just didn't care who did what in the island of petty kingdoms as she was with Aithusa in Greenland. 

“Ymir’s presence here as with any ritual summoning, is only as long as the will of his summoner. Which means…”

“We have to focus on Cathair...” Morgana than began to wonder…how the hell are they even supposed to reach him from down here.

“Emrys I’d ask if you made peace with the Goddess…but that would just be cruel!” Cathair’s arrogant voice sounded faint but could still be heard even at the amount of distance. Merlin’s glare become one with a bit of confusion.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Morgana tried to keep him talking, just long enough to think of a way to get to him without facing the wrath of Ymir.

“You should know Priestess! Then again, you’re a priestess to an empty throne hahaha!”

Morgana couldn’t understand what in blazes he was on about, but it didn’t matter because Ymir raised his foot and tried to stomp on them. Forcing them to scatter in different directions hoping to confuse the giant. Not that it mattered, it’s focus was on Merlin no doubt due to Cathair’s influence.

“Morgana! Focus your magic inward! Let it empower your body tenfold!” Merlin shouted while trying to dodge the spikes of ice Ymir’s fingers were shooting towards him.

Morgana than took a deep breath as she began to take back in all of her magic that was leaking from her body via her aura. This trick they discovered proved very useful when fighting many magical and legendary foes that proved hard to kill even with magic. It was Merlin’s specialty, he taught it to her not long after they both ended up fighting a Kraken in the Atlantic once upon a time. Hopefully it’ll be enough to at least slow down Ymir’s onslaught to get to Cathair.

“Go on! I’ll keep him distracted!”

“Dammit Merlin be careful not to become a popsicle!”

“Thanks for the advice!”

Merlin tried his best to avoid the whirlwind of snow and ice being lodged his way as he led Ymir out in the direction toward the sea, exposing his back for Morgana to take advantage of.

Morgana shrunk her sword into a dagger to be better mobile and chased after them, not letting Merlin’s opening for her go to waste.

As she began to leap towards Ymir's legs however she was on her knees. Feeling rather dizzy...

"What...what's going on?"

She felt lightheaded...tired...but how? She could have sworn she didn't use too much of her power in her earlier skirmishes...??? Did she miscalculate? 

Morgana gave herself a few slaps, this wasn't the time to fall apart! She just had to walk it off and fix whatever issues she had later! She regained her bearings and once again prepared herself as Ymir was beginning to pressure Merlin. 

She leaped a few meters into the air and latched onto the spikes to keep from falling back onto the ground, pocketing her dagger between her teeth. After taking another breath, Morgana lifted her legs onto Ymir’s and leaped upward to another spike and kept up the process until she reached his shoulder.

Merlin was beginning to feel more and more like himself as he kept dodging hurls of ice and frost beams from the eyes of Ymir.

“Is this what you’ve been reduced to Emrys?! Running like a coward?! Ha! Clearly without your magic you’re nothing!”

“That’s right keep taunting you ingrate, we’ll see who has the last laugh momentarily.”

“2 minutes left.” Merlin could feel the beginnings of a smirk making its way to his face.

It’s astounding the Italians or hell the global entities of the world haven’t already descended down upon them. It’s not like anyone from miles away couldn’t see an ICE GIANT wreaking havoc chasing down a man who’s moving inhumanly quick.

Morgana kept her balance as she latched onto to the frosty hair of Ymir, hearing Cathair’s laughs and taunts as he remained focused on Merlin. The fool will regret taking her eyes off her.

As she climbed to the top of Ymir’s head, she stealthily made her way closer to Cathair. Wielding her dagger ready to skin the devious fucker.

As Morgana went for a fatal blow however, she spasmed. What's happening to her body?! Why is it beginning to fail her?! Did Cathair curse her??? Could it have been the effects of the Draugar's poison? No it doesn't add up!!! Damnit!!  

“I do hope you weren’t thinking it would be that easy Priestess?” A flash of red and Morgana was paralyzed, her dagger making it’s way to the hand of Cathair.

“Fuck! I can’t move! Merlin!”

Merlin’s eyes widened as he mentally heard her plea! Dammit! In his distraction however, Ymir got a hit in.

Merlin clenched his eyes shut as he began to feel the frost trapping his arms and legs in ice. He was trapped!

1 minute left.

“Hang on please! Just for 1 more minute!”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Cathair stop! It’s me you want! Let her go!”

“Don’t worry Emrys you’ll get your turn, but I thought it special if I took away what little you have left in this world. Only then will I have Ymir grant you reprieve.” Cathair lazily made his way to Morgana’s body, while Ymir kept up the frost, in an effort to encase all of Merlin in ice.

“You worm! If you do this…I’ll make sure you suffer dearly! I will haul your carcass all over the earth! I will laugh at your wretched pleas and moans for mercy! You will never have a moments peace so long as I will it! Do you hear me?!!!!”

45 seconds…

“Empty words Emrys. Thanks to the Dark One, your connection to all your might has been severed. I do hope there was nothing left unsaid between you and the Priestess, because you’ll never be seeing her again. She’ll be doomed to wander the icy abyss of Niflheim while you remain trapped in ice for the rest of eternity!” Cathair’s victim grew rather large Sidhe wings the further along Cathair possessed him.

Morgana tried her best to move, but her magic...it's being erratic. She doesn't understand any of this, it's as if all of her energy is sapping away from her.

"Morgana?! What's wrong?! Break free!!!" Morgana's power should have been more than enough to dispose of Cathair, Merlin was trying so hard to break free from this damn icy prison! Ymir truly is a formidable one.

At her current condition, she doesn't have to strength left to combat the power of a Sidhe elder. So she did the only left that she could…she spat in his face, glaring at him in a show of defiance and fearlessness. 

If Cathair was annoyed, he didn't show it. Simply wiped his face off and traced the dagger along Morgana's cheek.

“…How expected of a lowly creature. At least the Goddess is no longer here to bare witness to the disgrace that was her Priestess.” Cathair grinned at the confusion turn alarmed look on Morgana’s face.

“Yes Priestess…she’s gone. Just like all the other deities of the world she too eventually faded not too long ago actually.” Cathair laughed as he readied to pierce Morgana’s heart, her dagger now infused with Sidhe runes…could that actually kill her??? She doesn’t know…she doesn’t anything anymore…the Goddess is gone…they’re all alone. Is this why her visions have ceased…because there’s no one to give her visions???

Morgana felt her heart drop at the news she dreaded to hear, Merlin whose hearing has finally regained its heightened enhancements caught it and widened his eyes in shock.

The Goddess has faded…? The same Goddess that returned Morgana to life, that granted him his companion through thick and thin…is gone?

Merlin’s sadness turned to cold fury. Defense is over, now to it’s for him to take control of this fight.

3...2...1...

Time’s up.

“Cathair…you like he...assumed that without magic I’m weak.”

Cathair stopped in his tracks as he felt a pressure building up, his eyes widened as he quickly turned his gaze back toward Merlin.

Merlin’s aura was fiery as his molten gold eyes returned with a vengeance, the ice around him melting as it grew brighter.

“Impossible…the Dark One ensured that you would be powerless…” Cathair couldn’t believe his gaze.

Merlin cold gaze blinked as he smirked. “How pathetic, you actually let a mortal make a fool of you. Than again…not like it took much effort.”

Cathair growled as more of his Sidhe features erupted from the mortal body he possessed.

“I think we've humored you long enough. It wasn’t enough for you to do dare work with that wretch Sigan but you dare try to take from me Morgana?”

Then rumbling of grand proportions could be felt…the source?

Vesuvius.

“It’s no longer possible for you to defeat me you little ant. Soon I will honor my promise, your wings are mine.”

Morgana felt Cathair’s hold on her loosen as she moved her fingers!

Merlin than felt it.

“He’s finally awake. Time for a family reunion.”

“It’s over Sidhe. I hope this was worth it for you.”

“Ymir! Quickly freeze him! Destroy him! Do anything!”

Ymir prepared his attack as the weather around him grew colder and was ready to be hurled at Merlin. Then he was struck by a blow of lightning briefly stunning him.

Cathair turned to heavily breathing but now freed Morgana and regained her dagger from the blasted Sidhe.

“You gotta stop leaving your back unprotected, not even I was that amateurish back in the day.” Morgana’s condition seems to have somewhat stabilized along with her feeling of loss towards the news of the Goddess. She rejoiced at the return of Merlin’s powers, finally they could end this madness.

Cathair was starting to panic, this wasn’t going according to plan! Curse the Dark One! He was a guinea pig!

Merlin closed his eyes and readied to call forth an old friend, the one who will help him put away Ymir back into the frosty hell he came from.

“O drákon! Xypníste apó ton líthargo sas! Ríxe tin orgí sou ston echthró mou! Kai fére mou ti níki!"

Cathair and Morgana heard the deep growl in his voice loud and clear. The latter smirking as she readied to see the fear in Cathair’s eyes, while the former was frantically trying to figure out how to get out of this!

As soon as his chant was complete, the night sky illuminated with spots of brightness. Vesuvius despite not being active in over a thousand years, had enormous levels of bright light shining into the heavens.

Cathair has to shield his eyes, while Ymir stood still as stone.

As the light died and shaking died down…nothing happened.

Cathair looked around, while Morgana was busy laughing behind him taking glee at his befuddlement.

"What's wrong Cathair? Has it sunk in yet that you're about to wish you were never conceived?" Oh how she missed this, the feeling of superiority over a would-be victor.

“I don’t understand…what did you do?!?!”

Merlin smirked as he motioned Cathair to look upward.

From behind the clouds the darkness was once more illuminated this time with a silvery blue light as the form of a very large dragon took form as it fled in top speed down next to Merlin, letting out a mighty roar that shook the land within 200 kilometers. This noble beast was nearly as tall as Ymir…but far longer. His blue and silver scales shining brightly among the light his presence has brought forth. The wings and hind legs he inherited from his mother proudly stretched along with his blue eyes that emphasized the power in his flames.

Cynfab has answered the call to arms.

Morgana smiled; last she saw her grandson he wasn’t anywhere near this big.

“This can’t be happening!!!” Cathair needed to think of something and fast!

As the light settled down, Merlin looked up at his grandson and his cold gaze softened “Wakey wakey. It’s good to see you again Cynfab.”

“Aye father, it’s been sometime. Please allow me to vanquish this fiend so that we may be able to reconnect all the sooner.” Cynfab lowered his head as Merlin rubbed it, closing his eyes to bask in the comfort Merlin brought him. Merlin in turn cherishing that his first grandchild is here again, and that he still considers him a father.

“We do this together my boy. I’m a being of my word after all. I promised that I’d make him suffer.” Cynfab nodded as Merlin jumped atop his head.

“Before we destroy Ymir, we need to get your grandmother back.”

“Not to worry father, I do not fear this creature of ice.”

“I figured. Just don't get reckless.”

Cathair’s fear turned to irrational anger as he refused to go down like this! “Emrys! This changes nothing! The Sidhe have never feared the dragons and I won’t start now! Ymir annihilate them both! Cast the entire world in an eternal winter!”

Morgana charged at the Sidhe who lashed out at her dodging her attack as Ymir went straight for Cynfab who swiped away all the spiked hurling towards him. Any that connected simply bounced off his scales.

“Cynfab! Strangalíste aftó to skoulíki me tin ischyrí sas morfí!” Merlin ordered, winded blowing at him with Cynfab flying towards Ymir and now wrapping his serpentine body around the frost giant to restrain him.

Cynfab roared at Ymir and ignited his blue flames at his face, however Ymir breathed frost right back canceling out his attack. Seeing an opening however, Cynfab rammed his horned head into Ymir's knocking it back further. 

“No matter, the objective was just to get Morgana.” Merlin could now see clearly that the Priestess in question giving Cathair a run for his money...

Prior to this, Cathair was forced on the defensive as his magic was being used to maintain Ymir's presence. Ugh! He can't afford to use any on the Priestess, unless...

Dodging another blow, Cathair tore off a piece of Ymir's spikes on his head to use as a makeshift weapon. 

"You honestly expect to beat me with what is essentially hair?" 

"You underestimate Ymir, Priestess! Emrys may have regained his power, but the King of the Frost Giants isn't your typical Gryphon or Manticore!" 

Morgana shut him up by doubling her daggers with a spell and going at him from every direction, the adrenaline beginning to make up for her earlier stumbles. 

Morgana snorted at the fool "Don't you know the saying Cathair? Pride cometh before the fall? I dare say that the Christians were onto something with that. Take it from a former villain, I just know these things." 

Taking advantage of Cynfab who wrapped his body around Ymir which stumbled both her and the Sidhe...she leaped forward and slashed the bastard's eye right now.

"Argghhh! How dare you?! Wretched lifeform!!!" Cathair held his left eye and his blue blood kept leaking through his hand. Once he removed it, all could see the blood line slashed diagonally through what was once his eye socket.

"Hey look on the bright side, at least now you'll get a cool eye patch." Morgana smirked at the furious roar the Sidhe elder created.

“Morgana! Jump!” Merlin than blasted Cathair off of Ymir so that his wife could get on Cynfab with no fuss. The ram Cynfab did on Ymir forced Cathair to take to the sky to avoid any further harm to his host.

“Curse you Emrys! I had everything planned perfectly! I refuse to allow it to end this way!"

The Sidhe had tried to maintain his new position in the air with his wings, however his human host was beginning to fail him. He wasn’t fully complete in his possession to pour so much of his magic out now and as a result the body was beginning to destabilize. Plus if he used too much than Ymir wouldn't have enough of his magic to remain in this realm, nor were his recent injuries from the Priestess helping in any way! He was trapped, plain and simple. Cathair quickly went back to Ymir in order to minimize the damage as best he could, retracting his wings.

Merlin said nothing as he grabbed Morgana and embraced her tightly!

“I’m alright Merlin.” She gave just as a tight a hug.

“…I was scared.”

“Don’t be, let’s finish this.”

“Right…”

Merlin got them both off of Cynfab and gently to the ground as Cynfab than rammed Ymir toward the ground.

The Jǫtunn grabbed the end of his tail however, spinning Cynfab around at high speed before tossing him over to the sea.

If the Dragon felt any pain he didn't make it obvious, if anything he looked more angry at his slip up. Launching a blast of blue flames as hot as the volcano he resided in towards Ymir.  

“If only Aithusa could see her son now, how much he’s grown.” Morgana commented, watching in awe as Cynfab held his own against the Father of all Jǫtunn. They were pretty evenly matched, to think this frost giant gave the Norse God Odin trouble. So to think that Cynfab is actually doing damage is astounding to see.

“In more ways than one…”

True, his strength was impressive. Being the first of a new breed, the connection between west and east brought with it certain traits but also responsibility. What he does now will set the example not just for his siblings but also future generations of his kin.

Merlin will ensure nothing ever happens to them, ever.

It was time to end this in one last blow.

“Cynfab! Metamorfóste ton eaftó sas! Kápse ton echthró sou me tin kólasí sou!” Morgana shivered at the raw power in Merlin’s voice, it never ceased to amaze her seeing his Dragonlord abilities in action. One of the few upsides to always getting the occasional magical entity trying to usurp their authority over the earth…

Cynfab heard loud and clear getting some distance from Ymir who was on his knees. The snow and ice around him feeling the brunt of Cynfab's fiery attacks.

A loud roar from Cynfab as ancient Chinese symbols appeared in the air around him before clinging and burning into his body…erupting his entire form in ethereal blue flames akin to a Phoenix.

What differed the Eastern Dragons from their Western counterparts? You mean aside from the obvious? Well, it was their use of magic being able to alter their forms to achieve a greater level of divinity.

If you could only imagine the sight of such a majestic beauty. To hear the mighty shriek as Cynfab than charged in his fiery will toward Ymir with the heat of a thousand suns causing the giant to groan in agony.

“NO! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING EMRYS!” Cathair was forced to retreat from Ymir if he didn’t want to get caught in the flames of the Dragon turned Phoenix.

Merlin and Morgana watched with satisfaction as the Great Ymir melted back into the cold ether that he crawled out of.

Cynfab than returned to his solid form as the blue flames dissipated into the atmosphere.

Cathair had no time to think as he was dragged over to Merlin whose mere gaze was holding him in place, his feet not even touching the ground as Merlin just stared at him.

Merlin decided he was tired of looking at him through a sack of meat, so his magic split them in two once more. Cathair being nothing more than a few cm tall in all his blue glory. The mortal on the other hand? Dead…huh guess he didn’t survive. Oh well.

“Well…isn’t Destiny a bitch?” His turn to gloat.

Morgana laughed as Cathair tried to think of someway to talk out of this…maybe he can grovel? Plea to Emrys’ inner mercy?!?!

“So tell me worm. Where. Is. Sigan…?!” With each word Merlin strengthened his magic’s grip on the Sidhe’s body trying to force the pig to squeal.

“Emrys! Please! Mercy!”

“You try my patience Sidhe.”

“I don’t know!”

“Fine I’ll just look myself.”

“Wait wait I swear to you, the Dark One never came to me personally! He only sent a mind slave of his when he discovered my presence in the mortal realm! It was from he that I knew of when to expect you! He told me what I had to do and I agreed!

“Yes, you’re little grudge against me. Tell me the fate of this so-called mind slave.”

“He died! The Dark One’s enchantment was set to kill him the second he was done delivering his orders! I swear, I don’t know where he is or what alias he goes by these days!”

“…”

“Please I told you everything! I’m sorry please! Please have mercy! Let me go!”

Morgana rolled her eyes “Ugh quit your groveling already?! Merlin can you just kill him already so we can leave before the mortals arrive en masse?”

“Oh don’t worry dearie, no amount of groveling will get me to spare his wretched life.”

“No! No no no please!”

Morgana’s golden eyes silenced his voice. Ugh it was giving her a migraine, combine that with the fact that she was feeling so fucking tired...!

Merlin than physically grabbed Cathair and tore the wings out from his back, watching the faerie scream in agony as he fell to the ground. He made a vow after all, he wouldn’t let him die so easily. Merlin healed his new bloody injuries with magic as he wrapped his hand around his body.

“No Cathair, this won’t be how you die. I have something better in store for an insect like you.”

He turned to Morgana who was looking at him curiously “Please wait here.”

“Huh? Why?” She didn't notice before during the battle...but Merlin's aura...it felt familiar. The same cold, merciless, detached feeling she felt years ago... "Shit..."

“Morgana! Merlin!” A voice shouted, they both turned to its direction. It was Ted and the rest of the people that were freed. Ted ran towards them waving his arms like some child.

Merlin than took the opportunity to get on Cynfab and took off for Vesuvius.

Morgana cursed as she realized that Merlin slipped away from her, turning her irritated gaze at Ted who was approaching her. Why was he still here anyway?! Are these people mad???!!!

While she was glad that they won, deep down she knew that the longer Merlin was in this state of being…the likelier it was that it would boil over until he was lost in his own mind. The damage that Sigan did to him couldn’t have been the only thing that caused this??? Something more had to have happened during the war. But that can wait for another day, she’s exhausted, she's aching and she just wants this all to be over so they can go home. 

"I need to find out what's going on with me, surely it couldn't have been anything that Cathair did. He wouldn't have had the chance to try a curse at me...I swear if it was the pineapple pizza I'll never hear the end of it from Merlin..."

“That was incredible! To think that just last week I thought Dragons, Wizards and Fairies were all a bunch of fairy tales!” Ted had a boyish grin on his face as Morgana just sighed, she does not have the energy for this.

“I assume that’s your wife and daughter?” Morgana pointed to a woman and little girl who stood out from the crowd further away…rightfully intimidated.

“Yep, Laura and Dindrane. The best women in the world.”

“Hmm…I’ll take your word for it. Dindrane huh? Dare I ask?” That was definitely not an Italian name. Then again neither was Ted so what did she know?

“I’ve always been fascinated by Arthurian legends, and well Dindrane just stood out to me, I don’t really know why but it fit.” Ted shrugged as he waved back at his little girl who blowing him adorable kisses.

Oh, gee Percival’s reincarnate is enamored by legends of himself…

"I wonder why...?"  She snorted.

As Cynfab landed atop the massive volcano, Cathair was hysterical now realizing what Merlin was planning to do to him. He should have just stayed in Switzerland!

While the volcano was inactive…that wasn’t a problem.

A flash of gold, and suddenly magma began filling up at a rapid pace.

“I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure Cathair but we both know that’d be a lie. Oh well if you happen to see the Goddess in the ether, please tell her I said hello.”

Cathair finally accepted his fate…but not without trying to get the last word...

“The Sisters of Fate will avenge me Emrys! No amount of power can go against them! I hope you enjoy your last days of mediocrity while you still can!”

Merlin just gazed at the little imp in apathy before finally dropping him as the magma rose midway.

The explosion of pure magic into the atmosphere was all that muddled the screams of agony, as Cathair the Sidhe elder was no more.

Merlin than went back to Cynfab ready to leave this place behind…but not without Morgana.

“Come Cynfab let’s get Morgana and leave this vile place.”

“Yes father.”

At the same time Morgana, Ted and the populace all turned in alert to Vesuvius as the infamous volcano let out a massive sound as smoke and molten rock spurted out of its mouth. Toxic gas filling the air in its immediate vicinity.

Morgana immediately performed a barrier to protect herself and the people as best she could…but to go against nature itself was quite taxing on her all things considered!

What the hell was Merlin doing?!

Then she saw Cynfab who landed with Merlin offering her his hand.

“Merlin what have you done???!!!”

“I settled things, it’s over.”

“Merlin!”

“Are you getting in or what? We don’t exactly have much time here.”

“Merlin at least help me get them out of here!” This was the last thing they needed right now, were the medication no longer working???

“We’re fucking dead! We’re gonna be the next living dead people things that Pompeii left behind!” Ted freaked out as he ran to hug his family while many of the people tried in vain to flee but some knew it was futile…you can’t outrun a volcano at this proximity least of all Vesuvius.

“Why bother? They’re going to die anyway. What difference is there if it’s now instead of 40 years?”

Merlin seriously couldn’t see why she was wasting more of her precious energy on these humans. Let alone Percival’s reincarnation…!

Morgana cursed her luck, it seems the Emrys portion of his soul has taken a strong hold. Still, she wanted Merlin back and she was going to have him.

“Merlin I’m going nowhere until you get them to safety!”

Merlin clenched his teeth, great now she was playing THAT card again!

The lava began to pour down at a fast rate along with the ashes.

“Merlin you know I’m absolutely right when I tell you that when you snap out of this, you’re going to regret it!”

Cynfab watched the exchange closely, in his experience he took no side whenever humans were involved. He didn’t hate them, but he didn’t love them either. He just followed his mother and father’s advice at steering clear of them whenever they happened to be nearby.

Who really wants to get in between an argument between Merlin and Morgana?

Those left remaining were kneeling in praying positions while Ted covered his wife and daughter in a vain hope that he could at least keep them from feeling too much pain.

The clash of wills between the two of the strongest Mages in existence was fierce, Morgana keeping her gaze toward the man she loved. 

“Please come back to me.”

Merlin’s eyes kept flashing between gold and blue, each side fighting to dominance but blue finally yielding to the pleas of his heart's owner.

He turned toward the mortals with a clenched mouth, finally muttering an incantation that one by one teleported them to wherever it is that they called home.

Morgana sighed in relief, once upon a time she herself wouldn’t have cared for their lives. It’s because she knew exactly what that felt like, that she’ll focus all her might to keep Merlin from betraying his morals.

As Ted began to see what was happening, he saw that he and his family were glowing, getting ready to teleport away. He looked to the mages and gave a smiley salute, silently thanking them for all they’ve done for them until they too vanished to safety.

If only he knew who erupted the volcano in the first place…but details…

Morgana finally went atop Cynfab and wrapped tightly around Merlin, taking off to the skies as they saw Pompeii once more buried beneath lava and ash…how’s the world going to react to this? Eh they won’t believe magic that’s for sure.

As for the people that did see them? Well, who’d believe them anyway? Besides they owed them a debt, especially Morgana. They didn’t have to free them from Cathair but they did, nor did Morgana have to get Merlin to save them.

Even while flying over Sicily, they can see the mushroom cloud of black smoke and glowing orange covering the black sky. If they didn’t have experience with volcanoes before they’d say it was sad to see such destruction but honestly it was captivating.

“I’m sorry.”

Morgana turned to her husband and leaned onto his back, resting her forehead behind his neck.

“I know.”

“I told you I didn’t want to be like that.”

“I know.”

“…Thank you for stopping me.”

“You never need to.”

“I will anyway, you were right. I disgust myself for even contemplating…”

“Ssshhh I know Merlin. I know that in your healthy state of mind you would never.”

“…”

“Talk to me love.”

“The pills you gave me, I told you they weren’t enough.”

“Let’s take one step at a time, we’ll talk about that once we return home.”

“Home huh?”

“Well…Albion is where we found each other, place of our births aside of course.”

“Of course.”

“…I can’t believe the Goddess is gone…”

Merlin sighed not knowing what to say to comfort her on this since…he doesn’t even know how he feels about it. Or if what Cathair claimed was even the truth, he wasn't exactly focusing on that at the time.

“Take solace that the world is still spinning Morgana. No deity can change that from happening.”

“I guess…”

Merlin knew that before he spoke about it with her, he had to find out more on the Sisters of Fate that together made-up Destiny. He didn’t want to add onto her stress even more given all that just happened. He refuses to be the cause of it.

“Destiny failed once again.”

“Hmm, I dread to see what they do next. This was an enormous leap from the Fates' previous attempts…” Morgana got a headache just thinking about it.

“Yes, I imagine they’re done playing nice. If we will not play our roles…than they will do all that they can to make us suffer.”

“…Then it’s doing a shit job.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Merlin than felt Morgana’s head drop entirely on his back, feeling her breathing. She’s asleep.

Cynfab flew carefully, not wanting to drop his grandmother…she’d be pissed if she fell into the Mediterranean.

Merlin knew that the times ahead were no longer going to be easy. Once more they’re entering into uncertainty, an age of Destiny meddling in their lives.

Once he makes good on his promise to the Sidhe…he’ll have to figure out what to do with Arthur.

Than there’s the pest Mordred, sigh at least none of the reincarnations had their memories…for now.

First things first…get his wife to their warm bed. Worry about everything else tomorrow.

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After returning to England at around 2 am, Cynfab landed in front of their cottage. Merlin softly pulled Morgana into his arms as he dropped down and turned back to his grandson.

“Will grandmother be alright father?” 

Merlin smiled at his kin while sending him a soothing magical embrace, combining their auras. 

“Don’t worry Cyn, next you see her she’ll be right as reign I assure you.”

“...And you father? Will you be alright?” 

Merlin paused…he didn’t exactly like that Cynfab had to bear witness to his…outburst earlier. Nor did he feel proud that he practically put his hatchling on the spot between him and Morgana…

“I’ll be fine my dear boy, everything will be alright.”

He never gave a promise to Cynfab.

"Still shouldn’t lie…"

"It’s to keep him from being concerned."

"Liar."

Merlin ignored the voices and bid Cynfab farewell as his grandson traveled to search for a suitable home now that his other one was a bit too…hot. He gently carried Morgana into their room, magicking her clean and in her nightwear before wrapping her beneath the sheets.

Merlin sighed, rubbing his eyes…what a day.

He went to the restroom to wash his face. This whole holiday was supposed to be something special, and it was…but it was also tainted by the wretched sisters’ little games! What’s worse is that he nearly lost control…he nearly broke his promise. He has to do better! Be better!

Wiping his face with a towel, Merlin was startled to see his reflection…with golden eyes. Emrys.

“You’ve taken our eyes off the prize Merlin.”

“Get out of here.”

“Have you forgotten our responsibility?”

“I said get out.” 

“You’re practically a dog wagging its tail to its master.”

“I don’t need to hear this shit.”

Merlin left downstairs to the kitchen to fetch water, but as he turned from the refrigerator…there stood his reflection again. Was Emrys even real…?? Who knew anymore? Who cares???

“Though I suppose it’s simply the Pendragon blood in her veins.”

“Are you seriously doing this to me now?!”

“Whenever Pendragon’s are involved you do typically bend backwards to please them.”

“She stopped you from burying people alive in volcanic ash.”

“I wasn’t talking about Pompeii Merlin…”

“…?”

“Hmph, does 1962 ring any bells?”

“You mean stopping you from starting a nuclear extinction level event?”

“Stopped us from cleansing the world of the filth that crawls on it.”

“Stop saying that.”

“Hmm? What?”

“Us! There is no us! I never agreed to killing everyone!”

“Of course there's an us Merlin. This was all due to your hate. Your pain. Your need for vengeance…your need to protect. I was brought out in order to protect you Merlin. Don’t you see? Anything I do is what you really want deep down inside, and thus we are one...as we've always been."

“No! Shut up! I could never want what you want! I’m not like that!”

“What we want Merlin We must reunify if we are to accomplish it...”

“I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!” Merlin threw a cup at the apparition of himself only for it to disappear, but not before letting out a sigh.

“At some point you need to accept reality, humans are monsters. The world can never be safe so long as they are allowed to exist…” 

Finally the voices settled down…for now.

Merlin leaned on the counter and rubbed his forehead. Is this to be the rest of his eternity? His mind and soul, forever torn in two directions?!?! 

The kitchen light turned on as Merlin looked behind him and saw Morgana with a concerned look.

“I heard shouting, are you alright?”

Merlin blinked as he once more made sure that his…thing…was truly not here, so far it seems the coast is clear.

“Y-yeah I just thought that….”

Morgana waited for Merlin to gather his thoughts.

He shouldn’t lie…he promised.

Lying is what got him into this mess remember?!?!

Liars never prosper...

Ha…doesn't he know that well by now?!?!

Of course he does!!!!

“I-I think, perhaps I should get more of those pills…to avoid having more…episodes”

Not exactly a lie…

Still not a complete truth.

But still not a lie…

Liar!

Stop! Piss off!

Merlin gripped his head, trying to keep himself from lashing out.

Morgana slapped him gently on the cheek, sending clarity to him. A sense of stability in this sea of chaos.

“You saw him again didn’t you?”

Of course she knew he lied.

She knew how to read him.

If only she knew that before he poisoned her…

No! Please stop!

You ruin everything you touch…

That’s not…!!!

How many have you killed with your lies…?

I-I don’t…!

How many would have survived had you just told the truth…?

I’m sorry…!

How many did you sacrifice Merlin?

I’m sorry...!

How many Merlin?

I’m sorry...

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” 

“Ssshhhh.” Morgana wrapped her arms around Merlin who collapsed to his knees muttering apologies and gently started rocking him. Raking her fingers on his hair she kissed him, willing him to calm down. 

Things were starting to look up, and recent events have now exasperated everything. Merlin’s condition isn't going away and if she doesn’t find a way to heal him quickly, well if the Cuban Missile Crisis and Pompeii weren’t enough indications of what could happen than she doesn’t know what is.

“Stop apologizing Merlin, we’re going to get through this I promise.”

“...You’re far too forgiving these days.”

“You prefer the opposite?”

“Would it worry you if I said I didn’t know the answer to that?”

“Kind of…” She thought.

Morgana wiped a few stray tears from Merlin’s eyes as she pecked his lips. “I’ll call Dr. Crook tomorrow, hopefully we can set an appointment as soon as possible. But for now my love, let's get to bed. It’s been a long night for us both.”

Merlin at the very least could focus on the pure emotion radiating from Morgana’s heart to maintain his grip on reality. 

She helped him to his feet and kept him steady while they made their way upstairs. Laying down on their bed in each other’s arms is perhaps the most beautiful feeling in the world to Merlin. It’s definitely the only way he can sleep peacefully at night at least...

Meanwhile

“Pendragon! Those floors had better be spotless!”

“They are! I mopped them four bloody times already!”

“Watch your fucking mouth less I make you clean the men’s room with a brush!”

“Tck…! Yes Mr. Morris…!”

“Now man the register, Holly’s shift is over. And for fuck’s sake remember your manners to the customers!” Arthur’s boss returned to his office and……

Wait…

Boss…?!

Yep.

Ever since Morgana kicked him and Mordred out on their asses…well Mordred could go home whenever he wanted as he still lived with his parents at the time…Arthur on the other hand…?

He had to actually find a job…

Arthur bloody Pendragon had to find a fucking job!!!

Worse of all it wasn’t even a good one! Nothing to do with matters of state, or competing in tournaments, or even police work!

No…he’s working in McDonalds…

Mordred having rich parents was able to get them to loan him some money for a modest flat out in the city on the promise that he goes to University within the year to pursue his degree in computer engineering. 

Unfortunately for them apparently while Mordred dabbles with computers it’s only a hobby. He intends to study electrical and mechanical engineering…whatever that means. But of course…there was room for Arthur in his new flat, on only one condition…

That brat actually had the nerve to make Arthur pay rent!

Has he forgotten that he stayed in his castle for free?!

The most important thing? Arthur Pendragon was NOT going to change his name no matter what Mordred thinks is best. The Pendragon name is a badge of pride, of honor. It symbolizes the strength of Camelot! Why should he care if some people look at him like he’s gone mad?!

It still irritated him that Mr. Morris thought he was taking the piss at him when he first introduced himself…

Still the only thing that’s been on his mind for months was Merlin…and his sister. First Mordred showed him a video of those two on some kind of beach…where his sister once again scandalously wore scarcely any clothing at all that his father would have had a heart attack!

Then just several weeks ago Mordred showed him a video of what looked like Merlin dancing…which he still can’t believe he did…Merlin was never that graceful in Camelot. Had he always been able to dance and that was simply another lie? Or did he learn it while he was dead?

This…Instagram ‘vlogging’ account thing that Morgana had, presented even more videos of her and Merlin just doing random things that he honestly didn’t know what to make of them.

On one clip Morgana would tell people about what make up she likes wearing while another she shows people what she cooks for herself and Merlin for breakfast…still can’t believe she cooks. Than in another more recent she was spouting off about pineapple pizza being the best pizza there was…after trying it for himself it pains him to say that he actually agrees with her…

But nothing could have prepared him for what he saw recently…

Merlin…going down on his sister…on a boat…

NO! NO! He’s stopping there! He can’t puke now! These floors were a pain to clean!

Was this how Merlin felt when he always gave him chores? He hopes not…

Ugh he’ll never be able to get those images out of his memory, fuck Mordred for ever introducing him to the internet!

Speaking of that rascal…guess who’s the final customer before closing?

“I will never get tired of you in a McDonald’s uniform.” 

“You gonna order something or just be a pest? If it’s the latter kindly piss off elsewhere and take that bum you call a mouth with you!”

“PENDRAGON! YOU THINK I CAN’T HEAR YOU?! YOU TREAT THAT GUEST WITH THE RESPECT THEY DESERVE! REMEMBER THE….!!!”

“Customer is always right, yeah yeah I know!”

“AND WATCH THAT ATTITUDE LESS I HAVE YOU CLEAN MY OFFICE NEXT!”

“You heard your master Arthur, service me.” God he wanted to smack that grin off Mordred’s face!

“May I take your bloody order…?” Arthur grunted.

“NICER!”

“May I…please…take your order…sir…!” Oh how painful and humiliating this is…!!!

“Sure, give me a cappuccino, any size I don’t care. And a double quarter pounder extra cheese, no pickles and small fries.” Mordred gave a suspicious smile

Hmm…what’s he up to???

“…Coming right up…”

Mordred coughed. “Coming right up…????” Motioning with his hand for Arthur to keep going.

Arthur will fuck him up he swears.

“Coming right up sir!”

Mordred just started laughing like hell as Arthur stomped to the back to fulfill his order. God if only there were stocks in the 21st century!

Mordred was having the time of his life, to see the once strong King of a moderately strong kingdom actually having to work like the rest of the plebs ha!

“Here, choke on it!” Arthur placed Mordred’s order in front of him.

Mordred looked at his meal and the coffee until slowly looking back at Arthur.

“Nah that’s alright I already ate.”

“…?!?!?!” Was this what popping a vein feels like?

Mordred tossed him the money for the order and walked out to wait for him outside…totally worth it hahaha!

“Why that…!! Mother……!!!!!”

Arthur took a deep breath and tried…oh he tried to look on the bright side…at least he has dinner…

“PENDRAGON I’M OFF! MAKE SURE THE PLACE IS CLEAN AND EVERYTHING IN PLACE FOR TOMORROW BEFORE YOU LOCK UP!” 

“Yeah boss…sure.”

Arthur sighed as he placed the food into a take out bag and dumped the coffee in the sink, making sure everything was in order before shutting off the lights and making sure the place was locked tight before closing the metal gate to cover the windows and entrance.

“You know if you wanted me fed you could have just said so.”

He turned back to Mordred who was waiting near the lamp post as people just kept walking passed them either going home from work or leaving home to their nightly activities.

He doesn’t think he wants to know…

“It’s more fun this way, besides it’s not like I did this on a whim. I heard back from Aithusa.”

Arthur firmly focused now, removed his stupid work hat and placed it in his sack where the food was and began walking with Mordred over to the bus stop.

Aithusa…the white dragon. 

He has mixed feelings about her. She helped Morgana in her attempts to take over Camelot and if not for Merlin sending her away then she would have decimated his army and Morgana would have had an easy path to the throne. Not to mention she forged the sword Mordred used to kill him with.

That’s not even bringing up the fact that she can bloody speak…

After Aithusa left Egypt…

“Why are you bringing me here, Mordred? You were the one telling me I needed a place of employment and I can’t exactly do that if I’m wasting time wandering the wilderness with you!” Arthur just knew that all he needed to do was demonstrate his skills and he’d be a commanding officer in the army or something. Somewhere worthy of his talents...

“I told you I received a telepathic message last night telling me that we needed to come here.”

“And you just trust strange voices in your head?”

“Not always, no.”

“Do you even know who this is?”

“Can’t say that I do but I have a feeling this is what we’ve been waiting for.”

Arthur grew curious “How do you mean?”

“Perhaps whoever this person is, will tell us our Destiny or at least help us to understand our purpose this time around.” Mordred was sure of it, it had to be.

“You truly believe this?”

“I have no magic in this life Arthur, so whoever this person is had to know who I was before messaging me. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“How do you know it’s not just Morgana leading us to a trap?”

“I doubt it Arthur, she wouldn’t need a trap if she really wanted us dead.”

“Of course she doesn’t need to. But if she wanted to, she could.” 

“Oh? Then why wouldn’t Merlin be the one to be trapping us?”

“…”

What could Arthur say to that? Merlin did nearly kill them after all…

They stopped at the destination point, an open field in the center of the forest.

“Look what’s the worst that can happen?”

“The worst that can happen you dolt, is we get brutally killed! You forget not only are you powerless but Morgana took my sword, you know the one that can go against any magic creature!” Arthur really couldn’t believe Mordred was this stupid.

“I’m a bit surprised at you Arthur, I never took you for the type to give up so easily.” Mordred knew how to get the response he wanted and it paid off, Arthur straightened his back and crossed his arms.

Though the former King wished he still had his armor…anything to shake the feeling of dread he had.

He wished he had Merlin.

They wait what felt like hours…it was just 1 but of course Arthur was being dramatic.

“Alright that’s it I’m done wasting my time on this nonsense! Clearly your mysterious friend isn’t showing up!” Arthur began to storm off back to the direction of the flat they shared, if he ran he could probably get there within half the hour.

“Wait! I’m sure they’ll be here soon! We can’t leave yet, don't you want to know our fate??!!”

“We can find it on our own! I’m not waiting in the damn woods all night Mordred! I will not be made a fool of!”

“You really don’t need my help for that, you do it entirely well enough on your own Pendragon.”

Arthur and Mordred both startled and looked up as they saw a Great White Dragon descending from the sky.

Aithusa landed with a loud thuds and elegantly straightened herself, standing far taller than even the tallest trees in this forest.

“Aithusa…?” Surely not…Mordred remembered the dragon in question was horrifically mutilated and disfigured by Sarrum.

“Indeed Druid, it’s been centuries since last you stood before me.”

Mordred kneeled in respect to a noble beast, who is no doubt the current Great Dragon of the era.

Arthur…? Well…

“It can talk…???” 

He was shitting bricks…

Last time he saw this dragon it was a tiny broken little creature. Still able to cause mass damage but far from the threat the Great Dragon would have been. 

Did this mean that the Great Dragon who attacked Camelot also could speak?!??

“Arthur…!” Mordred gritted out, the last thing they needed was Arthur’s mouth getting them crispy! “Of course she can, Dragons are perhaps the most intelligent species to exist! Both magical and mundane!”

“…Right…”

Dragon or not, he isn’t bowing to her. Not after what she did to many of his troops. He’d be spitting in their graves and sacrifices if he did so even for a second…

Aithusa just stared at them with annoyance and mild amusement. “Now I know what mother was talking about…he really does croak like a rooster. Tck...simpleton.”

“It is fortunate that you two can at least follow instructions, that’ll be good for the times ahead.”

“What do you want? Why would you help us? Aren’t you Morgana’s pet???” Asked a befuddled Arthur.

“…Yeah I’d say ignorance ran in your blood but that would be an insult to mother as well.”

Now both boys were confused…mother?

“Ok now I’m the one who needs to ask. Morgana is your mother? How?”

Aithusa sighed they were getting off track, but honestly what was she expecting? Them to remain silent and obey? Hmm of course…

“Look she cared for me and remained with me through a dark period of my life when I was but a mere hatchling, of course she’s my mother.”

“…Than Merlin’s…?”

“My father? As the one who hatched me in the first place then hatched all of my children…yes.” Aithusa really couldn’t believe this is what was so interesting to them.

Arthur leaned down to whisper to Mordred “I mean if she was hatched by Merlin then…wouldn’t that make Merlin the mother?”

“…I mean…maybe? I’m not exactly versed in the ways of the Dragons.” Mordred was just as befuddled as Arthur…he just hid it better.

Than Arthur finally processed the last part of Aithusa’s statement…children…CHILDREN?!?!

“Children?!?!” 

The sudden outburst startled Mordred but Aithusa remained unimpressed. “Yes Pendragon. Children. As in more than one.”

With a stern glare showing, Arthur was trying to walk the fine line of not getting eaten…but dammit his curiosity kept getting the better of him! 

“How?!?! Was it the Great Dragon?! My father wiped out the dragons! I still don’t even know how you exist let alone your…children…!”

Okay now Mordred was sweating…he really should invest in a muzzle…but he wants to know. Morgana never went into a ton of detail on what happened to the repopulation of the Draconian race.

Aithusa’s patience was wearing thin, if it weren’t for the bigger picture…she’d be eating crispy arrogant…prat as her father used to say.

Seems like so long ago unfortunately.

Exhaling some smoke, she calmed down.

“I will overlook your impudence just this once. Only because you’re meant to play a role that could determine the future of the world. All you need to know is that my father Merlin ventured towards the lands in Asia where he encountered my mate Da-Fu, the Great Dragon of the East. Twas Through him I laid the eggs of many of my children. Thus a new race of dragons has been born from the union and ashes of the previous two.”

Arthur and Mordred listened carefully. Both having different reactions of course. Mordred was fascinated that Asian Dragons could even breed with Western Dragons.

Arthur? He was terrified that they could breed and that Merlin brought forth all these new fire breathing beasts to the world. Just the Great Dragon alone was enough to bring Camelot to its knees. 

With the race now repopulated…?!?!

Arthur shudders at the thought…

“Enough. I brought you both here to discuss something very important for the sake of all of us. Destiny.”

Arthur and Mordred looked shocked and glanced at each other confused…why would she help them?

Could she even help them?

“Aren’t you defying Morgana and Merlin doing this?” Mordred really didn’t want a repeat of what happened at the cottage…he still felt tingles in his throat when Merlin clutched it…

Arthur gave an assessing look, trying to see if Aithusa is being sincere or toying with them.

The White Dragon didn’t really know the answer herself, “That’s one perspective I suppose. Mine however is no. I will honor their wishes to abstain from fate if that is their desire.” At least I hope that Destiny really doesn’t need them as much as we fear… “So, I will do my best to help ensure that while I help you fulfill your Destiny that mother and father will not be dragged into something they did not consent to. I’m not Kilgharrah.”

Arthur’s brow rose “I’m assuming that’s the name of the Great Dragon?”

“Indeed. He and I had a…complicated past.”

“I don’t blame you…”

Mordred cut in “Aithusa, how exactly will you be able to help? Can you see visions like the Dragons of yesteryear?”

“Unfortunately, unlike Kilgharrah my connection to the visions of a seer have not manifested even after his death centuries ago. I’m as blind as you are.” Aithusa looked frustrated mostly due to herself.

Mordred looked sad at the news, whereas Arthur questioned than how Aithusa would be able to help at all?

“However, I can look around and scour the land for anyone left who can better point us in the right direction.”

“I thought Morgana said she and Merlin were the only magic users left?” Was that also a lie??? Arthur couldn’t tell anymore.

“Well…that was true.” Aithusa bit her tongue…she said too much.

“Hmm? What do you mean was?” Even Mordred was shocked at this turn of events.

“Look if its important to your Destiny…than you’ll find out on your own in due course. For now, wait for my call. Go about your business but prepare yourselves as well. While I have no visions of the future…I do have intuition.”

The men listened carefully as Aithusa prepared to fly off.

“We’re approaching dangerous times ahead…more dangerous than anything this world both magical and mundane alike has even seen. I do hope that with our combined efforts we can prevent it and save the world from destruction.” She than flew off, a gust of wind blowing in a circle.

As Arthur and Mordred saw her fly off into the starry night sky, their hearts grew heavy at her fearful warning.

“What do you think she meant by that?”

“I don’t know Arthur; all we can do now is assume and to assume would be counterproductive. For now, let’s follow her advice and focus on getting you more up to speed on today.”

“Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind?”

“So glad you asked, I took the liberty of finally finding a place that would hire you.” The former druid gave an evil smirk…sending shivers down Arthur’s spine…he isn’t going to like this is he?

Present

“And? What did she find out?”

They got on the bus before moving to the back row, not too many people here. Hopefully no one would hear them.

“Apparently, many of her leads were cold ones. Someone or something is trying to sabotage her efforts. Though there is one place where she found someone promising.” Mordred whispered to Arthur who was trying not to drop his food with the reckless way this driver was driving…

“Anyone we know?”

“I mean I don’t know her personally, just that my clan once spoke of her after Merlin saved her.”

Arthur wondered who this person was, when did Merlin save her? It had to have been long before his death if Mordred still lived with the Druids at the time…

“The Guardian of Avalon, Freya. Lady of the Lake.”

“Guardian of Avalon? The lake? The one I came out of?”

Mordred nodded affirmatively, “I had assumed that was the magic lady you told Merlin about when you first returned.”

“I don’t know exactly; I never saw her face. I simply gained consciousness and scrambled to the top before I drowned. That’s when a woman’s voice spoke to me in my head, saying that my Destiny was connected somehow to Merlin. She told me which directions to go to in order to find him and well, you know what happened from there.” Arthur gripped his fists, remembering Merlin’s reaction to seeing him again.

“Hmm. Well, we’ll go off to the Lake tomorrow, it’s late we’ll rest tonight. But we should ready ourselves for what we could potentially learn.” Mordred than rested his eyes for the long bus ride home.

Arthur wasn’t so confident…if this Freya knew really knew his Destiny than why not say so immediately when he resurrected? What else is going on here? He agreed with Mordred on one thing, tomorrow would be big.

Meanwhile

While all that was going on, Morgana had to wake up with the moon noticeable in the sky and made her way to the bathroom feeling rather off…

She stood by the toilet waiting to puke but nothing happened...yet. Thank goodness for small mercies...oh wait nevermind...

Ugh gross...

She washed her face with warm water and checked her reflection, seeing that she looked like she had better days indeed. Bloodshot eyes, paler than usual skin, a bit of shade combined with bags beneath her eyes. Maybe it was all the stress that the recent conflict provided? So much for the holiday getting rid of it...

Ever since Venice, she’s been feeling very feint and light headed. Getting tired so easily, she hopes that whatever illness she received can be treated simply with magic. Though perhaps just to ensure which spell she should use, she should get this checked on by a physician.

If this is what she fears…she doesn’t think she can go through it again should it fail…

She’ll have to tell Merlin in the morning, they have kept up their promise to each other to always be honest with each other and she isn’t going to break it now just because she’s afraid of what could happen.

But this is really the last thing they needed right now.

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When Morgana awoke several hours later, she didn’t exactly feel better but well enough to not be completely dead on her feet. The sun appeared well into the sky so she knew that it was morning, confirmed by the clock revealing that it was a quarter past Ten. Not surprising given her long night.

What was surprising however…was her wayward husband wasn’t laying beside her.

Even if he was awake, he usually waits for her to rise as well if he’s the first to wake up.

“Maybe he’s using the loo?”

Then she heard some noise coming from downstairs. Hmm curious, Morgana decided she wasn’t going to find anything out being stuck in bed.

Tying her messy hair in a knot she made a quick pit stop in the restroom to freshen up and once she was satisfied enough she made her way to…the kitchen? Was this music…? Huh? Heaven by DJ Sammy. One of the few modern songs Merlin actually likes. 

Her nose smelled something…smokey…oh no is this what she thinks it is…?

“DAMN IT! PIECE OF SHIT!”

Yep…looks like Merlin’s cooking again…

Well time to check the damage…

Merlin wasn’t a bad cook, if it’s on some pot and campfire outside. The only thing he really knows how to do in a modern conventional kitchen is making soup. Which is why they agreed to let her do the cooking indoors…for the sake of their sanity. Of course if they were ever camping and she wanted their old traditional recipes well, Merlin’s the guy for the job. And man does he make a mean beef stew. 

It’s all funny really, it’s not like Merlin needs to eat, immortal and everything. It’s a luxury, one she’s jealous of. She can’t age and few things can kill her, like starvation. Still when he does eat Merlin tends to mostly go towards nuts, fruit, the occasional fish and vegetables. It was only in recent times throughout their marriage that she got him to open up a bit towards other cuisine. Primarily east Asian and Italian, due to their significance in their lives. 

As she stepped into the kitchen she began coughing from the burning smoke littering the air, magicking the windows open to air out the house. 

She saw Merlin…attempting…to make a traditional British breakfast…

The toast and eggs looked decent enough, tomatoes were too dry, sausage was a bit too charred, bacon too greasy, the beans? Those beans were fucked…how did Merlin manage to burn beans?

“I mean…it’s the thought that counts?” Morgana had to give that to him at least.

She turned off the music from the oldest radio in existence…okay well more like 12 years? She kept telling Merlin it was obsolete but nope he isn’t going to toss one of the few technological marvels he took time to actually learn to use. Tck…

Merlin turned and saw his wife looking at him with a raised brow as if to ask “Need some help?” 

No. He had it all planned, he’d surprise Morgana with one of her favorite meals and then go off to work out their renewal ceremony. He really didn’t want to use magic for it either, it would be more meaningful if it came from his own two hands. He figured how hard could it be if he put his mind to it? It’s been so long since he nearly burned down the home the first time around…105? 106 years? Surely he can do better this time…

Well it seems there are some things he’s just never going to be the best at. He’ll stick to wood-fires and pot ovens…

“I’m sorry, I just really wanted you to relax today. You know, after last night well…look you always cook so I wanted to return the favor.”

Morgana posture relaxed, honestly he was a dear for this. Of course she had to wonder if he knew she was feeling a bit under the weather…? She really needed to get this checked out before she made it known to him, just in case it’s a false alarm. 

She went over and gave his lips a peck. “Oh Merlin, you already do things for me. Like well your garden. I don’t know the first things about planting food and harvesting but you do and you excel at it. You really don’t have to go through all this trouble just to prove something to me.”

Merlin nodded, understanding that essentially what she’s saying is stay out of the kitchen.

“That doesn’t mean however I don’t appreciate it. I love you.” 

Merlin looked back up at his wife, and melted at her smile before embracing her and gently kissing her. When life was like this, it made everything else seem insignificant by comparison.

When he reopened his eyes…he did see his reflection behind Morgana. Its arms crossed and held a judgmental look. 

Merlin ignored it, and focused on Morgana who was suggesting that his attempt at breakfast could still be salvaged. 

“I mean all things considered you made everything else…but let’s redo the beans, I’ll walk you through it.”

Merlin chuckled, rubbing his head as he tossed them in the bin. 

Finishing up a fresh batch of breakfast beans went a lot smoother with Morgana coaching him…kinda hard not to when she was a drill sergeant about it.

They decided to eat out back, among the plants of the garden and the fresh open air. Fortunately Merlin magicked them both sweaters to keep the cool air at bay. This garden really was his pride and joy. Utilizing the skills he learned throughout his early life in Ealdor as the son of a farmer, really giving his eternal life some kind of self made purpose. His connection to the earth always informed him when any crops grew poor or were about to be ready for harvest. 

He still didn’t really care for hunting, fishing was fine since he can always throw them back and it helped pass the time in a calm manner. Unless of course he spotted one he knew Morgana would love to ravish over a fire. He himself didn’t really mind especially if he caught a fat one. 

Morgana however was a Pendragon and it seems all Pendragon’s love hunting. He supposes that at least she isn’t stupid enough to shoot down a Unicorn…

Let’s not go there…

He kept seeing Emrys staring at him with an annoyed look, shaking his head as if he's disappointed in him…maybe a bit angry.

Well he can sod off! 

The last thing he and Morgana need is a repeat of last night.

Luckily for Merlin, this time Morgana was also lost in her own head.

She figures she can get someone to check on her when she gets Merlin to Dr. Crook. Hopefully it isn’t what she fears, all the signs weren’t really the same so maybe she’s just worried over nothing…not that it would be bad per say. But she had her hopes dashed before…and it ruined her.

She then blinked when she noticed a glowing blue butterfly landing on her nose. 

Merlin laughed as he leaned his face on his arm, “You’re lost in thought, something on your mind?”

“Just something I need to verify first, I’ll let you know as soon as I find out myself.”

“Are you alright?” 

“I feel fine right now, but I was thinking of getting a physician to check me out when you see Dr. Crook for your medication refill.”

Merlin frowned at the reminder…yes he did say that last night didn’t he. *sigh*

“Well I suppose if you’re going to be doing that, I’ll make myself busy today.” His reflection’s eyes gleaming at the suggestion, nodding in approval. As if Merlin needed his permission to do anything…

Morgana wondered what he meant before remembering his…pledge to Cathair. 

Well, it’s not like she wouldn’t have done the same once upon a time. She can definitely get behind scaring the Sidhe back into submission anyway. Than there’s Sigan to worry about also... 

It really seems like they’re being assaulted in so many directions at once. What with Sigan, the Sidhe, Destiny…makes it all so hard to breathe. Especially now if the physician gives her news that would only add more onto it. 

“Well look, I just hope that you put the fear of the Divine into those pesky faerie’s…just come back safe and sound yes?” Morgana looked deeply into Merlin’s eyes as she said this.

Merlin’s reflection began to glare at her head, while Merlin ignored it and nodded affirmatively to his wife. Understanding her true plea “Please don’t lose control.”

“I shouldn’t be gone long, probably back by supper.”

“If all goes well you mean.”

“If the Sidhe want to try something, they’ll meet the same fate as that swine Cathair…”

This was perhaps one of the few things Merlin and his reflection truly agreed on wholeheartedly. The Sidhe have gone too far aligning with Cornelius Sigan and now they pay the price…!

But he kept his composure…they’ll be time to let loose later. He actually hopes the Sidhe attack him, at least then he can have an excuse for Morgana when he returns. 

“Well…then those are our days, I’ll call once you’ve left. I want to take it easy for the rest of the morning.” Morgana rested her head back on the cushioned reclining chair enjoying the breeze.

“Agreed, once I’m done with this nonsense…let’s get started on planning our Renewal Ceremony. I know you’ll definitely want to have the reins on that one…” Merlin caught a bean in his mouth she threw before swallowing it, sticking his tongue in a mocking show of retaliation.

Morgana rolled her eyes at his antics before resting her eyes. Well she feels tired again, not a good sign. 

Merlin decided now was a good time to get going, he magicked a blanket to place over Morgana before taking the dishes to their respective places on the sink. 

“She seems really out of it today, least I can do is make sure everything is in order before I leave.”

Once the dishes were clean and the kitchen as spotless as when he first entered it, he dressed himself in his usual attire of brown and white flannel with a blue t-shirt underneath, dark blue ripped denim jeans and brown construction boots. 

“Let’s make them regret crossing us Merlin.”

Hearing Emrys' words, Merlin had nothing to refute his reflection. His face became an expressionless calm. 

Time to face the music…

Meanwhile

Arthur and Mordred made their way to the Lake of Avalon, both knowing exactly wear to go they decided to leave bright and early. 

“Hey Arthur…”

“Hmm? What is it?” 

“It’s just…do you think we’re ready for this?” Mordred was starting to second guess their actions. His last Destiny wasn’t exactly one that was…fulfilling seeing as how he died after giving Arthur a fatal wound. 

Would this next one be even better?

“...I can't give you an honest answer. We simply won’t know until we find out once and for all.”

“But how do we know the Lady of the Lake even knows our Destiny? Wouldn’t she have told you the second you returned to this world?”

“I thought so as well, but if Aithusa truly believes that this Freya is the key to solving this mystery then what choice do we have?”

Mordred bit his lip “I just worry for what we’ll find.”

“...” Arthur certainly wasn’t excited at hearing what he had to do. He just wanted to get it over with so that he can be reunited with Gwen. 

They finally entered the lakeside, up ahead into the distance was the Isle of the Blessed. Protected for all these centuries with magical runes apparently according to Aithusa. Arthur assumed either Merlin or Morgana ensured that the once haven to the Priests and Priestesses of the Old Religion would remain intact, hidden from the attention of the masses. 

“So what now…?” Mordred didn’t exactly see the Lady anywhere in the Lake, maybe she only comes out during a certain hour?

“Hmm…” Arthur knew that Freya dwelled in the Lake…so maybe…?

He squatted down and stared into the Lake…he just hopes this works otherwise this will be very embarrassing.

Well lucky him because after a few moments, a raven haired woman’s face replaced his own reflection, causing Mordred to stumble back in surprise while Arthur smiled that his intuition was proven correct. Of course some magic guardian would feel that he was there. 

As Freya emerged her upper body above the lake’s surface, the rest of her body being one with the water, she cordially smiled at the Once and Future King. Giving Mordred a once over, she nodded to him as well. 

“Aithusa told me to expect your arrival, I see you don’t waste time your majesty.” 

Ok so maybe Arthur had nothing to do with her arrival…but still…!

Ah, at least someone knows how to treat a King with respect.

This woman however, she seemed…familiar, who is she?

“My Lady, please forgive me for my lack of grace. I assure you I have great respect for your position and your power.” Mordred gave a deep bow…Arthur rolled his eyes at his brown nosing display.

Freya chuckled “Peace Mordred, you give me too much credit. I am merely the gatekeeper to Avalon, I can’t exactly leave this place even if I wanted to take offense.” Waving off the boy with a giggle she turned back to Arthur, who was trying to make sense of who he was looking at.

“Why did she seem familiar? Did I know her from the past? Arthur swore he never saw her before, but he can’t shake this feeling like…like it was an important moment in their history. 

Freya took pity on Arthur as she relieved him of his thoughts, “My King, your thoughts are loud. Do be careful with that when you're around those who can perceive them as well as I.”

Arthur blushed while Mordred snickered, ignoring the brat he asked her “Well than? If you can read my thoughts then can you answer my question?”

Freya hummed…this wasn’t really what they were supposed to be here for, but she supposed there wasn’t a harm in revealing this little fact. The quicker they can move on from it the better. 

“Prior to my place as the Guardian of Avalon, I was but a simple Druid girl named Freya. Cursed by a witch for the death of her son, hunted by the man Halig. I was the beast you slew many years ago. The Bastet.”

Arthur’s eyes widened “Halig was the hunter who was supposed to present my father a Druid girl…now I remember! SHE was the Bastet?!” 

Mordred wondered what this was about, he supposed it happened before he joined the Round Table. 

“So this is what you really look like…” Arthur was at a loss, when he slayed the Bastet he felt relieved. He had saved Camelot from a vicious beast…and now he wonders if perhaps that could have been avoided…?

“I don’t blame you Arthur, I even told Merlin at the time that it was no one’s fault for what happened. I’m glad you stopped me from hurting more people, and now I’ve been at peace as Lady of the Lake.” Freya assured him.

Mordred wondered about her connection to Merlin now that she brought him up, he wasn’t the only one…

“So Merlin really did free you, he helped you escape.” Arthur figured that would be something Merlin would have done…or still do? He wishes he knew for sure.

“Indeed, though our moments together were among the best in my life. I knew that they weren’t going to last, for I filled the place of another in his heart.”

“Morgana…”

“You two were together?” Mordred picked up the slack Arthur was leaving since he looked like he was having an existential crisis.

Freya snorted “Gentlemen I do believe you’re not here for gossip yes?”

Mordred stuttered a bit before straightening up at the reprimand, Arthur however…

“So this girl…is why Merlin seemed so down that day. I killed his friend…” 

“Your majesty, as I said I hold no ill will toward you. And neither did Merlin as he himself told me with his own tongue that he forgave you for it when he saw me after that fateful encounter.” 

“Even if he did, how many more did I end up killing that meant something to him? How could a man remain loyal after that? I certainly wouldn’t forgive anyone if Gwen were killed right in front of me…”

“Arthur…?” Mordred nudged him, bringing Arthur back to reality as he looked at Freya with a serious gaze. 

“I must say to you two, that this is quite…unprecedented.” Freya figures she should rip off the band aid immediately but how to even start?

“What is?” Arthur asked.

“...”

“My Lady?” Mordred wondered what could be holding her tongue.

“Well for one, you were never supposed to be brought back Mordred, at all.” 

Both men looked shocked, Mordred most of all. What was she saying??? He was supposed to remain dead?! 

“And you Arthur, your return was supposed to usher in the return of magic to the world. Where the world would once more sing your hymns and you restore peace and harmony to the land. Alongside Merlin.”

This is the first Arthur’s heard of this, he knew that Freya told him before that his Destiny was tied to Merlin. He never knew the specifics…

Restoring magic? Arthur?? How??? And more importantly…why????

“My Lady, if those were our fates then how do you explain why we’re here like this? I’m clearly not dead and Merlin rejected Arthur. Hell Morgana wouldn’t even let us near him when we sought them out…” 

Freya looked grimly at Mordred, things were worse than she thought…this wasn’t how events were supposed to unfold.

“Morgana…she’s another one that was never supposed to be.”

Arthur narrowed his eyes, he knew it! Morgana had to have done something! 

“She was supposed to remain dead as well, her resurrection and subsequent immortality goes against all that the Fates themselves planned out.”

“Enough riddles Freya! Please just tell us what you mean by all this!”

Mordred glared at Arthur for his disrespect but Freya interrupted before their bickering could begin. “The Prophecy of Emrys and the Once and Future King was very clear, you Arthur would usher in the Golden Age of Albion and restore magic to the land uniting all in peace and harmony with Emrys at your side. However if you neglected the Old Religion, than you would meet your end at Mordred’s hand at Camlann.”

Arthur’s eyes widened, all this time he and Merlin were some grand prophetic figures? Even back when they first met?? Beyond?!?!

“Whereas Mordred, you and Morgana were destined to be in an alliance against Arthur and Merlin. Ultimately meeting your end at Arthur’s hand and Morgana at Merlin’s. Neither of you were supposed to return to this world.” 

At this point, Mordred was trying so hard not to hyperventilate…he’s never been so confused all his life. Arthur grabbed his shoulder, trying to calm the boy…it’s hard. To try and separate his once protege and the dark fiend who ran him through. Same as with Morgana, his once kind and just sister to the evil witch who killed their father and tried to control their home…

“So what you're saying is our fates were altered?” Even Arthur was impressed by his measured tone, as expected from a King. 

Freya nodded, “I don’t know how, but the fact of the matter is that because everything is completely different…I have no way of knowing what your true purposes are now.”

Arthur and Mordred slumped, so Aithusa made them go here for nothing? Ugh this is the last time Arthur puts his faith in a Dragon!

“However…”

They both turned back at the Guardian of Avalon as hope rekindled in their souls.

“The only place that can possibly give you the answers you seek lies in the birthplace of all magic…”

Arthur than saw Freya sink deeper into the lake, quickly he called out “Wait! I don’t know what that is! Come back!”

It was all for naught, the Lady of the Lake has returned to her duties and the magical atmosphere around the Lake dwindled back to ordinary.

“Arthur it’s alright, I know what she’s talking about.” Mordred assured him.

“Hmm? Well I’m all ears.” Arthur leaned against a tree trying to process all that he just learned. 

“She speaks of the Crystal Cave, I’ve been there before. Of course nowadays I’ll have to try and pull a few satellite tricks to pinpoint the exact route and see how much has changed over the years but I’m sure I can find it again.”

“Ah yes…your tech skills” Arthur added air quotes, causing  Mordred to roll his eyes.

“Mock me all you want, but those tech skills are more useful than any sword ever could in this day and age.”

“Easy for you to say, you at least had most of that knowledge before you regained your memory. I was just plucked out from what was essentially the stone age compared to now.” Arthur grunted.

“Well look, you're at least talking less like you're from a Shakespearean play…so that’s something?”

Clearly this era has severely limited Mordred’s maturity…

“So…I guess we wait until you know where the place is?”

Mordred nodded, “I mean I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like rushing head first into this, considering that…I’m not even supposed to be here…”

Arthur couldn’t begin to understand that feeling, whether fate changed or not he was always supposed to be here. 

“Ugh, I guess I’m still going to be at that fucking McDonald’s!” How did this become Arthur’s life???

“Oh Absolutely.” He’s gonna kill this kid…again! Arthur was fuming as he and Mordred made their way back towards civilization, now with more clarity on their paths ahead.

10 minute earlier

Merlin was basking in the presence of all the trees, plants, grass, wind…it was so peaceful out here. 

Of course that would no doubt change once he got to Avalon but…no rush right?

“I can’t believe all it takes for us to lose focus is for her to smile.”

“I thought I made it clear to stop uttering us Emrys?!”

His reflection either didn’t hear him - impossible - or just flat out ignored him - incredibly likely.

“Look, Morgana is a jewel. We know that…but we have a higher purpose than wallowing away an eternity in some vagrant farm in the middle of bloody nowhere.”

“Tck, there’s nothing wrong living a humble life!”

“This has nothing to do with humility and everything to do with being complicit to evil.”

Merlin walked faster, wanting nothing more than to bash his head against a rock…maybe than he’ll finally have silence!

“The longer we pretend that everything is just fine and dandy…the more damage the world will suffer at the hands of these ugly creatures.”

“You judge the mortals too harshly…”

“We judge them fairly. Look at that mongrel Sigan…would he have even been an issue with that wretched faerie, had we simply fulfilled our duty decades ago?”

“The people should not suffer the consequences of one man…”

“We can name an entire list of examples on the sins of humanity and still not have enough paper in the world to list them all. Why deny what we both know is true?”

“Because you're ruthless...”

“It’s because of her. She’s someone with which we find meaning in our existence. She is the only redeeming quality these…apes have created.”

“Morgana is so much more than that…I failed her…”

His reflection hugged him in a shocking expression of comfort. “We failed her, we failed the world. We turned our back on the Earth’s suffering and allowed the disease to fester. Now we’re approaching the point of no return, if we continue to do nothing…we may as well bury our loved ones ourselves Merlin…”

“...”

He hates to admit it…but Emrys is a lot easier to listen to when he isn’t busy lecturing him…

But to do this…how could Merlin even consider it?!?!

Then Merlin sensed a strong aura approaching him at high speed…he grew serious.

He wasn’t too far from the Lake…and he’s pretty sure he never summoned her…so why is Aithusa flying towards him?

“What does she want?”

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10 minutes before Arthur and Mordred left the Lake

Merlin stood with his arms crossed as he saw his daughter land in front of him.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy to see his daughter…but why now of all times? She usually announces her arrival far ahead of time wherever he’s at…today’s she’s unusually silent.

Curious…

“My dear, how nice to see you again.”

Aithusa bowed her head “To you as well father, I trust your trip around the world was worthwhile?”

Merlin tried not to look at her too much scrutiny…but given recent events he’d be a fool to just accept yet another coincidence. He’ll have to get her talking, so he’ll play along…

“It was certainly eventful, one for the historians to write…”

Aithusa hummed…she would need to tread carefully; she can’t let it slip that Arthur and Mordred are at the Lake right now being informed of their Destiny…she just needed to buy them some time until they leave.

“I have heard of the events of Pompeii; I still find it hard to believe that a Sidhe has managed to summon the likes of Ymir.”

“Hmm…I see you’ve spoken with Cynfab than?” It’s not like Aithusa watches mortal television…

“I have, it’s good to see my son once again. He’s grown a great deal these centuries, it fills me with pride that he will one day take my place once I’m gone.” Inwardly Aithusa is relieved that Merlin gave her an easy topic to talk about, she really loved all her children so to discuss made it easy to distract Merlin just long enough.

Merlin wasn’t fooled for a second, from one liar to another after all…

His daughter wasn’t exactly lying, but she was omitting something…

“What are you hiding?” It’s not like her to keep secrets like this, sure he and Morgana never extended their promise to their children…maybe they should have.

Rebellious aren’t they?

Aithusa should have long grown past that stage in her life, this is concerning. It can only mean she’s doing something he wouldn’t like…

“Indeed. He really came through for us, even I felt like the might of Ymir was something that would cost me dearly…your mother for instance.”

Aithusa grimaced, yes when she learned of that tidbit she wished that she had indeed gone with them. Perhaps the entire battle could have been resolved more quickly…?

“He truly honors you every moment he grows my girl. I have every confidence that his father would have thought the same.”

“I agree.” It does pain her from time to time remembering her mate, but at least his soul can rest easy in the great beyond knowing that his children are capable of leading all Dragonkind into the future.

“...So are you going to tell me why you’re here yourself or would you have me guess?”

Aithusa snapped back to attention as she cursed herself for being distracted with her memories.

“I’m only here to enquire if you and mother were well, how is she anyway…?

“...She’s doing alright. If a bit winded but she won’t recover from…”

She’s definitely stalling, he’s running out of patience. 

“Aithusa, what are you hoping to do here?”

“What do you mean father?”

“Enough! Why are you keeping me from Avalon?!”

Aithusa grew silent…this is what she feared, she didn’t know what Merlin would do if he learned what Arthur and Mordred were doing. 

Even if he and Morgana weren’t directly involved, Aithusa feared they wouldn’t see it that way and would try to stop them from progressing in their quest. She knew that Destiny was never one to be trifled with…

“Father, please believe me. It’s nothing that would ever hurt you or mother.” 

Merlin narrowed his eyes, she kept refusing to just say it…!

His reflection stood next to Aithusa looking at her with sadness at what it perceives as a betrayal.

It’s hard not to agree with him…

“Aithusa…please tell me what you’re doing.”

“She won’t…her heart may be in the right place…but her mind has diluted with age it appears.”

“Cut her some slack…I’m sure she has a good reason…”

“Then she should easily be able to say it.” 

“I’m sure she–”

“This is painful, our daughter falling prey to the whims of Destiny…yet another reminder of our lack of action.” 

“...”

“Father?” He’s gone quiet, the Dragon wonders if this is the same as the last time they spoke together?

“Aithusa…I’m going to ask you nicely one last time. What do you think you’re doing?”

“Stop shackling us.”

“No Emrys! I’ll handle this!”

“Father, I will say that I have respected your wishes; and I am honoring it to the best of my ability.”

“And there we have it, she’s with them.”

“It can't be that simple.”

“Isn’t it? She just confessed she’s helping the Fates…the wretched Sisters.”

“You’re twisting her words…”

“Truly? We heard her loud and clear. Only question that remains is…what are we going to do about it?”

“I am not killing our daughter!"

“Of course not! Why would we?! How could we?! Have we not hurt her enough Merlin?!” 

“Than what are you-?!”

“We command her to stop.”

Merlin froze…such a simple solution. He’s her father yes…but also her Dragonlord. She had to obey no matter what…

But did he dare abuse his authority?

“She abused our trust first.”

“She meant no harm…”

“The path to hell is always paved with good intentions.”

“She would never lead us to hell.”

“Not by choice perhaps. But her actions will drag us there.”

“I have to believe that she wouldn’t…what father would I be otherwise?

“We’d be a smart one.”

“But a cold one.”

“Father?!”

“Aithusa…just go. Please don’t make me order you…”

Aithusa widened her gaze, she was afraid this would happen. At the very least it looks like those two are done with the Lady of the Lake. She may as well not anger her father any more than she has.

“For what it’s worth father, I'm sorry. I really will do all I can to keep Destiny from hurting you again.” With that she flew off into the horizon leaving a silent Merlin with clenched fists, angry at her. Angry at himself. Just plain angry.

“We’ll regret letting her off so easy.”

“Perhaps she has a point…maybe Destiny will settle for just Arthur and Mordred being involved in its little game…and finally leave Morgana and I alone…” 

“Except we know better than that…”

Merlin had no response, what could he say? Given his experience in all the times Destiny held sway in his life…could he truly claim otherwise? 

Present

The second Merlin arrived at the Lake of Avalon immediately he was able to see that something was off. No magic required for this…just look at the messy pairs of footprints leading to the east…

Dare he guess where they came from?

“Oh gee…I wonder who those could belong to?”

“Ha ha.”

Merlin figured he knew exactly who helped out Arthur and Mordred…time for a quick talk before facing the Sidhe.  

“How long has it been again Freya?” 

The Lady in question arose her head from the lake, and gazed upon her old friend in a sad gaze. 

“I believe it was when you tried to kill yourself with his majesty’s sword. You really had me worried back then.” “As you do now…” But she kept that thought to herself...

Merlin blinked as he stared at the sky, vividly recalling that moment in his life. Prior to the war, his use of Excalibur was perhaps his lowest point ever. Once that method failed well…what was the point in trying for more? He was here to stay, and that was that. 

He averted his gaze back towards Freya, she appeared the same as ever, being an immortal entity herself. 

“I know you and Aithusa were colluding. I want to know what you’re both planning.”

“What do you mean?”

Merlin sighed. Why do these people think they can out-lie a liar? 

“Because we’ve grown weak”

“Freya, don’t take me for a fool. Aithusa literally stopped me in my tracks on the way here and now I see two pairs of footprints that - correct me if I’m wrong - suspiciously look like the sizes of Arthur and Mordred’s feet. Need I go on?”

Freya bit her lip, perhaps she should come clean. She knew Aithusa feared Merlin’s reaction but to continue to lie is pointless if Merlin is already so close to uncovering the truth. 

“Merlin, we were trying to help Arthur and Mordred uncover their true purpose here.”

“See? I told you we should have punished her.”

“Oh? Do tell. Really I’m listening.” Merlin made a show of extending his ear with his fingers.

“...”

“Tick tock Freya. I’m on the clock today.”

“...We honestly don’t know Merlin, what was Arthur’s Destiny now appears to have been altered. This has never happened before, the future that was once so clear has sudden–” 

“--Yes yes okay, fate of the future is unknown blah blah blah. I could care less, it’s about time the old crones of Fate got their work cut out for them. I only wish I could have seen the looks on their faces.” Merlin smirked at the thought. 

“Merlin?! Don’t you understand? Destiny has been altered! For all we know it’s become something entirely worse!” She couldn’t believe Merlin’s lack of serious attitude, this was no laughing matter!

"So? Music to my ears. The fates deserve to feel helpless for once."

"There's is no telling what the consequences of this will be!"

“And? To me Destiny was always something suffocating, it hardly matters to me if I take no part in it.” Merlin glanced at her coldly. 

“Merlin…” Freya sighed, looking at him in pity…how dare she? “You know it’s not that simple…”

“Watch me.”

“But–” 

“-So where did they go off to? Hmm?”

“Merlin, you know I’m not going to tell you if you’re just going to interfere.” 

“Freya.”

“I’m afraid you’ll find that my mind isn’t so simple to read either, I’m sure you have other things to do…” Freya ensured that her knowledge of their whereabouts would be locked away into the depths of her being. Even the mighty Emrys would take a long time to retrieve it.

“Look Freya, if I wanted to stop them…trust me I don’t need to waste time asking you questions to do it.”

Freya looked a bit concerned, but also with a flare of hope. 

“Are you saying you’ll help Arthur?” Perhaps this feeling of dread will finally disappear.

“Oh please…”

“No.” 

Freya looked sullen at his blunt response, hoping that maybe Merlin would have persevered through his feud with Destiny to see the bigger picture.

“I’m only curious because I wanted to speak with them anyway.”

“Why would we?

“Because I refuse to be so cowardly in Destiny’s games again.”

“You did? But if not about Destiny then of what?”

“Morgana told me how much Arthur craved to know the fate of his wife, the former Queen Guinevere. I figured I may as well tell him, I know if anything happened to Morgana I’d sure as hell would want to know what happened.” He shuddered at the thought…for his fear nearly became real only yesterday.

“...”

“...”

“...Do you promise you’ll let them fulfill their quest Merlin?” 

“...”

“Don’t, we need to stop them from making things worse!”

“...As long as Morgana and I are out of it I could care less what they do with their own lives.”

“It won’t just concern themselves! And we know it!”

“Thank you Merlin, I knew you were still a kind soul.” Freya gave him a smile as she sent the location of Mordred’s flat to his mind.

“If only I felt that way Freya.”

“I’m not done here, I need to speak with the Sidhe Queen, tell her to come here.”

Freya looked puzzled, “Queen Uonaidh? What could require her immediate presence?”

“One of her subjects tried to kill Morgana, and brought about an early winter to the Mediterranean…” Merlin replied flatly.

Freya was shocked, she wondered who it was. Many Sidhe come and go from the Lake as they please, she sent an alert to the Sidhe Queen informing her that she had an important guest…

“Okay, she’s on her way now…are you sure about this Merlin?”

“Yep.” Merlin crossed his arms as he readied himself for the confrontation

Freya wondered if she should stick around, if only because the look in Merlin’s eye wasn’t exactly promising a peaceful resolution. 

Is this technically a dereliction of her duty as Lady of the Lake?

Finally the lake sparkled as the Eternal City of Avalon appeared, out came its Queen along with four of her personal guards. 

The Queen’s a bit bigger than your typical Sidhe, just as blue with a silver sparkly crown finished off with her larger than average wings.

“Emrys. Just because your domain is of the earth, does NOT give you the right to throw your power around toward us. If you wanted a meeting you could very well have come to me yourself.” Queen Uonaidh was outraged that Merlin dared to try to order her around.

“Hmm, it’s good that you said the earth is my domain. I had feared that your kind had forgotten…” Merlin looked at her like she was a speck of dust as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Your impudent tongue does you nothing Emrys. State your business now or I’ll be taking my leave.”

Merlin stared at Uonaidh with a sly smirk, savoring this moment before reality crashed around her.

“Well Emrys?! Did you really just come here to waste my time?!”

The Queen stiffened a gasp as her guards gripped their staves tightly…

In Merlin’s fingertips were Cathair’s wings, mockingly shaking them in front of her.

Freya was shocked. Merlin murdered a Sidhe? When did this happen???

“…Emrys…I hope you have a good explanation for this. Because if not, than this is a declaration of war.” The Queen’s ice blue eyes began to turn a violent red. Her guards readying themselves for her order. 

“War was already declared. I won.”

“Speak sense or not at all!” The Queen’s rage was obvious on her tiny face.

“Your little friend Cathair made a costly mistake at going against me. And as you can see it was his last.” Merlin then blew the wings over to the Queen who caught them as if they were something precious.

“His miscalculation? Colluding with Cornelius Sigan whom you brand as the Dark One. So tell me your majesty , what is your stance on this?” 

However the Queen seemed shocked at the news that one of her trusted elders worked with a mortal. Let alone one like the Dark One. No wonder Emrys appears to be ready for blood, goodness what a mess she must clean up.

“Emrys wait! We had no knowledge of this, in fact Cathair has been banished since you halted our plans of expansion two centuries ago!” 

Merlin recalled that, the Sidhe were planning yet again an attempt to conquer the mortal world during the Industrial Revolution. Fearing that their technological advancements would lead to the death of magic and the world at large. For without an earth, there isn’t an Avalon…

“They were right…still are.”

“You expect me to believe that you, the Queen of the blue faeries, had zero knowledge of one of your former council members’ actions? Forgive me for my skepticism.” 

The Queen however was insistent “Emrys I am not responsible nor expected to keep track of those I banish. That’s the entire point of banishing them!”

“Hmm, than why was he able to retain his abilities? Sophia and Aulfric were both reduced to mortal shells whereas Cathair merely possessed some pitiful human to hide himself.” Merlin vaguely recalled the old father daughter Sidhe duo, if only he knew of his true nature at the time…how he would have loved to make Aulfric in particular suffer dearly. 

“Say what you will of Cathair, but he never stained himself with the blood of his own kind. Nor was his banishment meant to be permanent, only for a millennia.” 

Wow, generous…

“Than I guess you also don’t know how he managed to summon Ymir? The Norse father of the Frost Giants?” Merlin really began to scrutinize her, looking out for any abnormalities in her behavior akin to a liar.

“Is it really so surprising? The mortals of the Frostlands left many of their rituals behind when they turned to the religion of the cross and their Christ. That goes for all the magical artifacts of the world. It seemed only fitting that magical trinkets be protected from mortals who would destroy it.” The Queen seemed to believe in her words very much, and it isn’t like she didn’t have a point…

“She absolutely has a point Merlin.”

“This really isn’t the time.” Merlin saw his reflection standing next to the Queen, gazing at him in an assessing manner. 

“The mortals always destroy that which does not conform to their view of the world. That or they perverse it…”

Merlin kept his gaze on the Queen going over everything but now to the crux of the matter.

“What contact have you had with Cornelius Sigan…?”

“None Emrys, we do not hold any allegiance to the Dark One. No matter what the Fates brand him as, he is still an upstart and we Sidhe have our pride!” 

Merlin’s brow rose, this was new information. “The fates branded Sigan?” Should he really be surprised…no…but he still is.

“Of course, ever since the Dark One was freed from his prison the fates have decreed their will and his role in it.” 

Merlin gritted his teeth, the Sisters of Fate were proving to be more crafty than he anticipated. He was a fool to underestimate them when they literally manipulate the destinies of others.

“And just what is their will? What do they hope to accomplish?!”

The Queen glared “How are we to know this Emrys? All we know is that the Dark One's return was preordained to occur. Powerful we Sidhe may be, we are not seers, not anymore at least. Our seers have not had a vision of the future in centuries.”

“Just like Morgana? The Fates clearly don’t want their plans being leaked out…”

“She’s telling the truth, Merlin. Our pact remains intact, and now we hold the upper hand. The Sidhe Queen will now owe us a favor…”

“Yeah…I suppose so.”

“Well Uonaidh…just remember I chose not to rightfully destroy you and raze Avalon to ash and rubble. I do expect your debt to be repaid to me in an…undisclosed period of time.

The Queen of the Sidhe didn’t look very happy at the thought…but she knew her hands were tied, nodding her head and watched as Merlin turned and began to leave…until he stopped.

”Oh I nearly forgot.”

The Sidhe and Freya who was still observing the exchange were curious as to what more was on his mind…

”Cathair mentioned that the Goddess had faded…was he lying?” Merlin kept his back turned waiting for an answer.

Freya gasped, the Goddess was gone?! How?!?! Suddenly she felt an empty chill fill her heart…how would they go on without her???

”It appears so yes." 

Merlin's heart dropped, the Goddess...so it's true than. She's really dead. She can't be...he felt like he was going to cry.

"Mother..." Emrys' voice sounded so...feint. Akin to a child experiencing tragedy for the first time. 

"Our connection to the Goddess has always been strong…the mortals dismissal of the Old Religion constantly for centuries has weakened her just like it did for all the other deities of every religion. The Goddess’ final act is what did her in however.” The Queen solemnly stated.

Merlin tilted his head toward her, morbid curiosity temporarily overriding the grief he was experiencing. “Oh? And what’s that?” 

“The resurrection of the Once and Future King.”

“…”

Freya looked heartbroken, Arthur’s return to this world essentially killed the Triple Goddess…

Merlin regained his composure, not wanting to look weak in front of the calculative Sidhe. 

“Hmm and thus emboldened my enemies…fascinating. Thanks for the information, it will serve me well.” Merlin gave a lazy wave as he made his way back to his home. 

The Queen didn’t like that look on Emrys’ face…but she didn’t like the prospect of battling him either. She than ordered her guards to return with her to Avalon, whatever Emrys wants to do with the mortals is no concern of the Sidhe.

Merlin felt like he wasn't even conscious as he aimlessly walked, feeling Emrys' sadness in addition to his own as the confirmation that their Divine Mother is no more...

"I hate him..."

"It's not fair to blame Arthur for that."

"Should I blame her than?!"

"I don't know how to feel...I just want lay here for the next hundred years..."

"...It was always hard to understand her...to know if she even loved us..."

"..." Merlin took a deep breath and continued his journey home. 

Morgana woke to some laughter…but the voices didn’t sound like anyone she knew.

“Mum!! Come on, you promised we’d go ride 'Thusa today!” A squeaky boyish voice opened her eyes.

In front of her? A small boy version of herself, hair up to his ears which were her, her eyes and mouth, but with Merlin’s ears and his cute nose. Wearing a dinosaur shirt with sweats and red/white laced shoes on. 

Is this…? 

“Gally! Come on daddy said we had to get ready now!” A girlish voice shifted. Morgana rose from the chair and saw a little girl around the same age as the boy, two pigtails tying her wavy black hair, blue eyes, Merlin’s ears, his cheek bones, her nose, his mouth… 

Goodness these two are…! 

“I know El! I’m waking mum up now!”

“Mum? Daddy?” 

“Children? Is your mother up yet?” Merlin stepped out into the Garden and looked at them with a smile. 

“Merlin?! What’s…when did we…when did I?!??” What the fuck was going on?!?!  

“You alright darling? I told you that you oughta sleep in our bed.” He felt her forehead to see if she was running a fever, she shook him off rising to her feet in alarm.

“Morgana? Really what’s wrong?” Now he was looking at her in worry, as if she had a bad dream. 

If this was a dream then…does she want to wake up? 

“Merlin, what is all this??? I’m pretty sure I’d remember being pregame and giving birth! Twice!” Was she in a coma?! Did she miss out on the precious years of her children's lives?!?! 

Now Merlin looked at her like she lost her mind. “Morgana…you were the one who told me when you were pregnant. Don’t you remember? Galahad and Elaine are twins…” He was really worried now. 

“Galahad…and Elaine…” Her boy and girls names…the ones she would have picked had she had either of them…

Morgana felt a pull at her leg and looked down to see a saddened Gally. 

“You don’t love us anymore mum?” Her poor boy was starting to cry. 

She felt another pull at her other leg this time her little girl who was also tearing up was clutching her leg. 

“Please mum don’t leave us! Promise you won’t! 

Morgana quickly crouched and embraced her children with all the strength in the world. Leave them?! How?! She just met them and she already loves them to death!!!  

“Never! Do you hear me?! I will always be with you, you two are my precious people and I will always be there when you need me.” Giving them both a kiss on their foreheads. 

She felt another pair of arms embrace all three of them, it was Merlin. He was smiling at them, truly this…this is what she’s been waiting for. A family. A family that’s truly hers. She’ll kill anyone who takes this away from her. 

“Are you sure mummy?” Gally’s lip wobbled. 

“Of course my hatchling. More sure than anything I’ve been in my entire life.” She doesn’t think she’s been this happy before…it was almost unreal. 

Than…she felt the chills, saw the ravens flying everywhere. Her home turning into a den of vipers. Something out of a horror film. 

“What’s going on?! Merlin?!” She turned to her husband only to find that his gaze at her was stoic. But his eyes…as if staring into black holes. 

“You have ruined everything Morgana Pendragon.” 

That’s not Merlin’s voice…

Suddenly her children appeared at each side of this imposter, their entire eyes the same coal black… 

“Your efforts to prevent our will —” “—Have forced us to take drastic measures.” Both of theirs also not being the voices of her children. 

“There are dire consequences to those who tamper with fate…” All three spoke in unison then vanished as the wind around her grew stronger…flames appearing everywhere.

“No! Come back! Merlin! Gally! El!” She tried to move but it was as if she were frozen solid, her magic had no effect! 

“DON’T GO PLEASE!!!” The fire was too hot! She was burning!!!

“MORGANA?!”

She opened her eyes and jerked forward, taking deep breaths. She quickly felt her skin everywhere…still soft, not charred at all…

A hand was rubbing her back she turned to her right and there was Merlin…wait what…?

She looked around and saw their garden still in place…

That was a dream…?

No…no! It was far too vivid! 

Her children?!?!

Quickly she grasped her stomach…! 

They weren’t real???? She didn’t know if she should be relieved or depressed at the thought…

“Morgana? You haven’t had a nightmare this severe in ages, was it a vision? Have they returned?” Merlin didn’t know what was happening, he never expected to return to this.

Morgana was shaking, barely listening to him at all. She was simply…mourning the loss of her children even if they were never real at all.

Merlin held her as she let out a sob, determined to help her get through this to the best of his ability. 

What could have brought her such terror like this...?

Chapter Text

Merlin was sitting on the sofa with his face in his hands wondering what to do. He recalls the first time Morgana ever had her nightmares in Camelot. Though this time she may not have unleashed flames everywhere…when she finally looked at him, she flinched.

Merlin didn’t know how to feel about that, he knows not to take it personally of course.

It would just help if he knew exactly what happened in her nightmare. He had so many questions.

Such as, was it really a vision?

Why can’t she look him in the eye?

Is she okay…?

He tried to approach but she’s been in their room all evening and into the morning. He couldn’t sleep, didn’t even try. How can he? His own wife is scared of him…

“Perhaps this is a good thing?”

Merlin looked up at Emrys, standing on the other side of the table looking down on him leaning against the telly. 

“How is this in any way good???”

“Let’s be honest with ourselves Merlin, we’ve grown too comfortable with her.”

“And?!?! I still don’t see the point you’re trying to make!”

“She’s holding us back.”

Merlin looked at himself in shock…

“Our duty to protect and nurture this world…and we would see it squandered because of why exactly?!”

His reflection’s eye began to glow as he showed Merlin all of the destruction that has occurred ever since they came into being.

“This is our fault! Sigan is our fault! The mortals are a virus! And we both fear that it may be too late to save our home…” 

Merlin’s tears dropped from his eyes…again he wasn’t speaking lies…how much devastation could he have prevented had he simply been proactive?

Emrys sighed as even he began to look downtrodden. “We love Morgana…with all our being…and if we truly love her, doesn’t that mean we should ensure the world is forever safe?” 

“…”

“Love doesn’t have to be what keeps us bound…it can also be motivation. Morgana needn’t be a chain but rather fuel.”

“…”

“She can’t even look at us…”

“…She’s had a long day.”

“Because we were just relaxing right?”

“I know that I don’t know what happened.”

“Here we go again with the whole “I” thing.”

“You literally view my love for Morgana as a weakness!”

“…It came from our mind Merlin. So what does that say about us?”

“Piss off!” Merlin stood and went to the porch outside, knowing of course it wouldn’t stop him from being pestered…but at least he’ll have fresh air.

What if he was right? 

What if Morgana no longer…

Merlin stared at his ring, this piece of metal wrapped around his finger. Did she finally give up on him? On them? 

He remembered their time after Salem. How all the years of either, ignoring each other, trying outmaneuver each other, her flat out trying to kill him despite the fact that she literally couldn’t…it all went away after they couldn’t deny that they felt alone without the other.

At least, Merlin certainly did. It’s why he cried tears of joy when Aithusa birthed the next generation of Dragons, they kept him going until he and Morgana married centuries later.

If she wants to leave…who is he to stop her?

Maybe his reflection was correct…maybe this is for the best…

Was he just being paranoid…?

How the fuck should he know if she won’t even fucking open their door! 

Merlin’s anger damaged the trees and grass near him. Once he calmed down he mourned his actions and reversed the damage with a flash of gold.

Leaning against the tree closest to him, he leaned down and placed his head on his knees.

“I just wish she would talk to me…”

“So she can say what?”

“That…”

“…”

“…”

“Yes…keep going…”

“That she either still loves me…”

“Or…?”

“…Or that she hates me…and wants me gone…”

“Because we’re no longer the man she married. All the better for us.”

“You’re so…! Wishy washy on her! Which is it?! Do you love her or are you relieved if she leaves us?!” 

“Us?”

Merlin cursed himself “No! No! That just slipped out!”

“Merlin, our feelings are so erratic simply because while we love Morgana…we also love the world. Emotions were never logical. Why do you think the mortals have done nothing but constantly try to kill each other? Scarring the land while doing it…”

“But I DO LOVE HER!”

“Of course we do…and it scares us how much we stand to lose if we lost her as well…”

Merlin caught a sob as he hit the nail on the head.

What would become of him if Morgana came to her senses?

Hell why did she even bother staying all this time?!?!

“I told you though, it doesn’t have to be either or.”

“…”

“Even if Morgana leaves because she views us in a negative light…once we save our precious earth. She will understand that we only wanted what was best for the world and our family.” 

Merlin thought about Aithusa, Cynfab, the rest of his kin…

“What was best for our family was nuclear annihilation?”

“We knew that we couldn’t wipe them out instantly even with all the magic in the world. Plus there was a certain poetry…to using their own invention and lust for power against them.”

Merlin snorted as he just felt really empty inside. “Yeah, and how exactly would turning the world into a radioactive wasteland be helping it?”

“Even if it took centuries of waiting Merlin, the earth would have recovered. But it would be safe, our magic would have healed the earth before too long. Those little houses of ours would still stand…paradise at last.”

“Your plan was simply in response to what happened…”

“We remember exactly how it felt…how at that point we knew without a shadow of a doubt that humans were evil and dangerous. All the signs were there throughout our entire existence. Was Uther not already a red flag?”

“What does Uther have to do with what happened to us??? The war and Sigan couldn't be more different than anything in Camelot.”

“How so? Uther started a genocide against mages, even at the mere suspicion despite no real evidence if they were or weren't. Targeting a group of individuals for a trait he either feared or loathed...sound familiar?” 

“So what? That’s why you wouldn’t feel anything if Morgana decides she wants out?! So you would be free to ‘save us all from ourselves’?!” 

“We would be devastated, but we would understand. Ultimately we will be determined to at least fulfill our purpose of preserving and nurturing the earth we call home.” 

"This is about her isn't it?"

"Careful Merlin."

"The Goddess...the earth is all we have left of her. The very earth she put us in, of course you'd want to do literally anything to keep it from deteriorating..."

"And you don't?!?!"

"I don't think this is what our mother had in mind when she entrusted us with the world Emrys."

"That's because you view yourself as one of them. We're not. We never were nor will we ever!"

"I noticed you finally started to differentiate us."

"It's sadly becoming clear Merlin that we have been far too damaged to hope for a quick reunification...clearly I'm the only one who still cares."

“That's not fair..."

His reflection sighed and shook his head.

“Continuing to deny that we are one and the same, only further hurts us Merlin. But more importantly it hurts the world!” 

“I can’t just do what you want! I can’t just kill everyone! If you really are me then how could this even cross our mind!” Merlin stood to face him with clenched fists and a fierce glare.

“…Because we both know that the next time they will never stop Merlin. One way or another, Sigan, the mortals...the Fates, they simply cannot help themselves. Morgana leaving will perhaps be the best outcome for her own well being…”

“Tck…! Do you even have a logical plan? Or is it just slaughter every mortal in sight?!”

“Our plan is a work in progress… What was impossible before, suddenly now seems so close we can touch it.”

"And here I thought you were in mourning...?"

"Mother will always be remembered fondly...but even you must admit that with no clear oversight from her or any of the other deities the world has gone to madness. That's why we're still here, it must be."

Merlin turned away, trying not to let all his words try to sway him! 

Is this…is the only reason why Morgana stays? Because if she doesn’t she thinks he’ll be like some rabid dog???

Did she really love him at all???

"Merlin."

"Enough Emrys. I'm done hearing this."

"Merlin lo--"

"And honestly, I don't even think you know what mother wanted so do--"

"Hello Merlin."

Merlin froze at the sound of that eerily familiar voice, slowly he turned around and near the trees stood him.

Cornelius Sigan.

"How did you...what?!?!" Merlin started shaking, gripping his head as flashes of his captivity returned with a vengeance.

The Dark One had a cold smile on his face as he began to walk towards Merlin.

"Our time together was cut short las time."

Merlin couldn't move, Sigan looked exactly the same. "I don't understand you shouldn't have the same body..."

Sigan's smirk widened as he got closer, so close it finally snapped Merlin out of his funk.

"Stay back!" Extending his hand he blasted Sigan back toward the forest, damaging the soil and plants all around them.

The Dark mage however shrugged it off and kept his motion toward Merlin.

Merlin snarled and shouted out an incantation - something he rarely ever does - and willed all of nature to descend on Sigan with a fury. The trees, the grass, the air, the water in the atmosphere itself to collide and destroy this stain on his life.

As the dust settled however he was nowhere to be seen.

"Where are you?!" 

Merlin was sweating, his migraine getting worse as he gripped his head trying to keep his guard up.

As he turned to his left, an hand gripped his jaw and pushed him toward the ground, Sigan was on top of him!

"I've been looking forward to finishing what I started Merlin. You didn't really think I would be stopped so easily?" 

The vile sorcerer gripped his neck with his other arm and trapped his chest between his leg.

Merlin was panicking, his magic wasn't responding! He feels like he can't breathe...too weak...

Emrys glared at Sigan with his molten gold eyes and looked at Merlin calmly "Settle down Merlin."

"...!"

"The pretender isn't even here. Get ahold of yourself." Emrys than back slapped Merlin backed to his senses...

Merlin was breathing heavily, looking in front of him...no Sigan. In fact there was nothing indicating that he was even here at all. Only the destruction Merlin left in his latest episode...

"I can't believe you cowered in fear to a lowly mortal as wretched as he."

"..." What could Merlin say to that...at one point when they were one soul they never lacked in confidence. But it's as if Emrys hogged all the courage for himself when they split...

"That's just an excuse and you know it."

Leave it to Emrys to downplay any concerns to their health.

“Merlin??? Are you here?!” 

He looked back at the cottage, hearing her voice for the first time since last night…

His reflection also turned towards the sound, questioning how it should react to her.

The front door opened and out she came dressed in black, her hair messily tied up. It was like she was in mourning, over what? Heh who fucking knew.

Still she reminds Merlin of how she looked in the later years of Camelot after Morgause’s death…it doesn’t exactly make him want to reminisce.

“Merlin, are you alright? Have you been crying?? I heard you shouting, what happened???” Morgana saw the damaged wilderness and quickly fixed it up with a wave of her hand. 

She kept shaking and prodding him checking to see anything out of the ordinary but Merlin for the first time in ages questions if she’s really doing it out of love…or that she simply has to…?

“…You don’t look so fresh yourself…”

It was true, her own eyes had bags and were bloodshot. Merlin wasn’t the only one who neglected sleep last night it seems. 

“Yeah well, after last night I just didn’t want to sleep. I had so much I needed to process.”

“Hmm…”

“Merlin? Why aren’t you looking at me?”

Okay…now he’s getting annoyed. Did she really ask him that!

Merlin shivered as he remembered the hands of Sigan gripping his throat.

"Calm down" He said it himself…Merlin doesn’t know what’s been bothering her…he really really hopes it isn’t his fault…! He can’t handle being the one who hurts her again!

“Morgana…do you wish to annul our marriage…?”

Morgana’s eyes widened and blinked, not understanding the question.

“What??? Where in the world is this coming from???” 

“You feared me…last night. By the goddess not only couldn’t you stand the sight of me but you wouldn’t even let me in the room...” 

Morgana finally understood now, of course…rushing to isolate herself clearly left the wrong impression on her husband. 

“Look I get it. I’m a lot to deal with and…you never asked for this…”

“…”

“I’m sorry for not being better…I never want you to be unhappy…haven’t I caused you enough misfortune?”

“Merlin stop. Haven’t we gone over this??? You need to stop putting me on this golden pedestal, do you realize just how much pressure that actually gives me?!” She didn’t mean to lash out but all the stress she’s accumulated recently just had to be let out somehow.

“What would you have me say?!” Merlin gave as good as he got, “I still see it you know?! See myself feeding you that vile hemlock!” Well that certainly took the wind out of Morgana’s sails…

Merlin kept hearing Sigan's sick laughter in his head, and he just wanted to lash out at everything.

“The feeling of you gasping for breath as I held you in my arms, the look of betrayal in your eyes...! How the hell do you expect me to just forget about all that?! Even if you’re the one telling me to!” The natural energy around them began to shrivel, matching Merlin’s mood. “It was the beginning of the end…how I disgust myself…I couldn’t even look myself in the mirror. The only way I could march forward was to kill all shred of feelings in my heart, focusing only on my stupid Destiny!!!…I doomed us all… You expect me to love that?!”

He began to pace rapidly, the grass once more wilting at the heat his aura was now producing.

“But oh, Kilgharrah, Gaius, hell the damn Fates…Good job Merlin, you got rid of your distraction. Now continue being a good little soldier for the Kingdom that despises your very existence! How fulfilling!” He stopped as he noticed the damage he was causing again, breathing deeply he settled his aura and again restored the plants to life.

“If I just killed Uther…had I simply gathered the strength to tell you that yes, you had magic and so did I…”

Morgana’s aura settled down, no longer feeling anger but sadness. Not pity, Merlin would never respond well to being pitied anymore than she would have.

“I never realized, that he was this affected by that night…”

“I understand now, if you think you can no longer force yourself to deal with me…I don’t exactly appreciate myself either, haven’t in nearly a century…” His anger burnt out into depression as he just sat down once more against the tree, hoping that she would at least say nothing if leaving is what she truly wanted to do.

Sigan's mocking taunts weren't helping either, why even bother?

For the first time in centuries Merlin wished he could just die…

“And continue being cowardly?”

“Who cares anymore…”

“How pathetic can we be?!”

“So you’re alright with it?”

“Of course not!”

“Than let me wallow in peace…”

“We’re being selfish! We must remain focused on the present and to the future!”

“How can I? When the past keeps coming back to haunt me?”

“Tck…!”

Seeing Merlin lost in his own head, brought further clarity to the situation for Morgana.

Morgana for a long time after Camelot, had always assumed that Merlin simply did what felt easy, poisoning her. Even after she learned the truth…well she knew what he did bothered him, he always said as much but…he never went this explicit in his contempt for himself.

Did the poison still bother her? Well, it’s not like she can simply forget it happened at all, but it’s been so long. She honestly did forgive him but it seems that until Merlin can finally forgive himself…what she says won’t matter…he wouldn’t believe her.

And eternity is a really long time to be hating yourself…

And now this talk of her wanting to annul their marriage???

This one is on her; she shouldn’t have allowed this to fester all night. Clearly the voices in his head have already prepared a preconceived notion on what she was actually thinking. 

“Merlin…would I still be here if I didn’t forgive you? If I didn’t truly love you?”

“Morgana look, don’t drag this out…”

“Enough! You spoke plenty! It’s my turn now so shut up!”

Merlin kept silent, but his gaze remained solely on the ants and critters rummaging through the dirt.

“When have I ever been the type of woman who would force herself to do something she never wanted to do?!”

“…”

“Answer me!” One way or another he’s going to, she’ll make sure of it.

“B-but…”

“You can’t. Because you know I’m not!”

“How???”

“I honestly can’t believe you’re asking me that!”

“…I don’t know what to think anymore…what’s true and what’s a figment…” Even now the apparition of Sigan was still mocking him, standing next to Morgana making a gesture of slitting her throat.

Morgana sighed; this wasn’t at all how she had hoped to speak to Merlin about today. How did everything get so off the rails so fast?

“Check if I’m lying.”

“What?”

Morgana glared at Merlin in a hurtful expression. “Use your magic and tell if I’m lying.”

“…”

“What? Suddenly you’re having second thoughts?”

“She’s telling the truth…”

“…”

“Is it you who wants to leave Merlin? Is that it?”

Merlin quickly shot straight up, looking her in the eye in a fearful expression.

“What?! No! I would never!”

“Never?”

“So if the shoe were on the other foot you wouldn’t leave?”

“Of course not!” Merlin couldn’t see how she would ever think he didn’t love her!

“Because why?!”

“Because I love you!”

“Then why Merlin?! Why do you just assume that I would do it instead?!” Curse him, she’s tearing up!

“WHY WOULDN’T YOU?!” Thunder clouds covered the sky rumbling, pouring so much rain down they were drenched…not like they cared. The apparition of Sigan clapping in laughter at the sight.

Morgana’s own eyes glowed gold as she her wet hair clung to her face. Winds was blowing in both their directions, causing the rain to feel like needles by the sheer speed of their descent.

“Because I fucking love you! You dolt!” Her voice caused lightning to crackle not far from their positions.

Merlin glared at her words, clearly dismissing her claim as an attempt to lie.

“You’re allowing your self-hatred to push me away Merlin!”

“Really?! Than tell me, what could you possibly love about me?!” A sly smirk appeared on his face, how she wanted to wipe it off…

“I don’t believe I was talking to you Emrys?! I was talking to Merlin!”

“You see I was under the impression that love meant loving all sides of your partner…?”

“The actual Merlin I fell in love with isn’t anything like you at all!”

“Nor the Morgana, that would have applauded my efforts to rid the world of its enemies…appears to be you…”

The wind made it seem like they were leagues away, everything around them blowing off. Which of course including their precious cottage…

“What can I say?! You were a bad influence!”

“Likewise.”

The last thing Morgana wanted was to escalate this to something they would both regret…fact is she fears that there really isn’t a spell out there that can cure Merlin’s mind of all that befalls him.

She really had so many mixed feelings when it came to Emrys. Tends to happen when you're constantly told someone will be your doom...

Morgana had to simply honor their rule, to be honest. This is simply a validation for why lying between them never ends well…

Morgana sighed, the power around her lowering to a simmer, thus feeling more of the rain that failed to penetrate her barrier.

No going back from here…

“Merlin…last night I had…it started as a nice dream…”

Merlin narrowed his eyes, but focused silently at her words. His own power dissipating, the wind dying down and the rain settling into a drizzle.

“I was still in the garden but some things looked different. Like you actually added flowers this time, not just wheat or fruits or vegetables…”

Merlin didn’t really see the need for flowers, unless perhaps they were for medical purposes? But it was obsolete for him if he couldn't even get a fatal disease…

“…We had children…”

It was as if everything simply stopped. Sigan's apparition dissolving into nothing. Golden eyes turning blue, Emrys for once was as speechless as Merlin felt. 

“Children?!/Children?!”

Was this really still a dream??? Or did Morgana finally have a vision of the future???

“They were beautiful twins, our darling boy Galahad and our spry girl Elaine.” Morgana smiled at the memory; it was as if she could still feel them wrapping their arms around her.

“Galahad and Elaine…?”

“…”

“We had children…?”

Smiling at seeing the sky-blue eyes once more, she nodded affirmatively.

“Are you…?”

“I don’t know. Not for certain…it’s why I didn’t want to say anything until I had confirmation…less we get our hopes up again.”

Like so many times in the past…

It’s partly why they see Aithusa and her children as their family. To fill the empty void.

Morgana for one reason or another, was never able to have a successful pregnancy. Tragically always having long periods of time of it simply not happening…they always wondered if it was perhaps the price for her immortality...? It pained Merlin to see her look so optimistic at being a mother yet cruelly having her hopes dashed as it kept being taken away from her.

As for him? A father…he didn’t really know. He never had a father. Balinor died just a day into finding him. Would he have been a good one?

Merlin went on his knees and gently embraced her stomach, leaning his head against it...trying desperately to feel something inside.

Morgana rubbed his head, smiling at the thought of this being real...it would definitely be something that's for damn sure... 

“Was it just a dream? Or a vision?”

That cut Morgana’s smile into a bitter frown. Once she got over the fearfulness of encountering those three…she just got angry that they toyed with her.

“That’s where the nightmare part begins…”

Merlin stood as his eyes flashed gold as their cottage was repaired along with the surrounding area. Must be nice having magic…

“I’ll make us some tea.”

Later

It was as if the earlier fight barely happened, the two mages leaned comfortably in the sofa. Merlin listening carefully to his wife’s recollection of what she saw.

“Galahad and Elaine…what lovely names.”

Once Morgana revealed what had frightened her…

The Sisters of Fate had intruded her mind.

“Well…they finally come out.”

“The fates…pretended to be me?”

Morgana hummed, nodded yes. “One of them at least…their eyes were all, well it was like I was staring into something soulless.”

Merlin felt horrible…but also relieved.

It wasn’t anything he did…he didn’t do anything to scare her…

His sudden laugh utterly baffled the woman beside him.

“Something amuse you?”

Merlin had to catch his breath, coughing a few times while wiping a few tears form his eyes as he switched their positions. This time he was leaning on her lap looking up at her with a big smile.

“I…am an idiot.”

“…”

Uhhhh…

“I mean…I could have told you that for you?” Morgana sighed yet still desired to rake her fingers across Merlin’s head.

“I thought…I thought you feared me, I thought I lost you for good.”

“Ridiculous, but I’m sorry to have given you the impression.”

“No no I’m sorry for overthinking everything…like I always do.”

“Yeah, I really did marry a fool.”

Merlin stuck his tongue at her, which she pinched causing him to leak his saliva on her fingers.

“Eww gross!” She roughly wiped her fingers on his shirt as her idiot husband laughed like a hyena.

Sometimes it’s so weird how earlier he can as fierce as a Dragon yet now as delicate as a child.

No different than nature she supposed…

But before they can put this little spat behind them, they needed get everything out in the open.

“It hurt me Merlin, it hurt that you lacked faith in our love.” No humor in her tone, this was serious.

Merlin concurred as his playful expression lessened, a sad one forming.

“I’m sorry…you were right, my fear led to assumptions and my assumptions led to irrationality.”

He hugged her, a piece of him still afraid this was all a dream. That was cast off when she hugged him back just as fiercely.

“I accept your apology. I’m sorry too Merlin.”

“You don’t ne---”

“Remember what I said about putting me on a pedestal?” Morgana quirked a brow, not looking impressed at Merlin’s poor habit of dismissing his own pain to focus on hers.

“But you really don’t. I was in the wrong, if you didn’t want to share anything than you didn’t need to…it’s not your fault my mind just…went to places…” He moved over to the cushion beside her to get an even look at her eyes.

“Yes, but no. This is one case where we desperately needed to communicate. The Fates will try every dirty trick in the book to destroy this” She pointed at themselves, emphasizing her point. “The last thing we need is to make their jobs easier for them.”

“…”

“Well…we’re not exactly being forthcoming aren’t we Merlin?”

“…”

“We still haven’t even told her what happened after we escaped…”

“Merlin?”

“I need to be honest with you now…”

Morgana’s eyes rose slightly but just let him prepare himself for whatever it was he needed to let off her chest.

Merlin didn’t really expect to ever have to talk about this…it wasn’t like he was lying…he just wanted to forget it ever happened. And Morgana respected his wishes enough to never ask him…

“After I had escaped Sigan’s laboratory…right before Aithusa killed him he bragged that it was too late. That during my captivity, the mortals had already devastated the earth beyond anything imaginable in the city of Hiroshima…and that they were going to do the same to Nagasaki…”

Morgana didn’t like where this was going…everyone knew what happened to those two cities…

“I kept telling Aithusa to fly faster…once we arrived all seemed in order, I thought perhaps I arrived in time but…than it dropped. Aithusa never would have made it with me on her…so I told her to leave, to fly away as fast as she could.”

Morgana gasped, Merlin was…oh my gods…

“It was…the sensation of it all… It’s funny, you’d think being immortal I would have shrugged this off and took in on the chin. No. I desperately wished I could have died, the pain was overwhelming. The radiation, the burns, the heat, the sheer intensity of it all burning away my flesh and vaporizing my bones…nothing in all my years could have prepared me to such excruciating suffering.”

She had no words…Merlin went up against a nuclear bomb…and lost???

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, laying her head on his neck. Trying to keep him grounded in the here and now while also showing him that he isn’t alone.

“The reason why you couldn’t feel my aura was because the radiation made it difficult for me to reform. I would keep coming back just to disintegrate again…for over a year. And even than it had aftereffects on both my magic and my body that remained until I spent enough time away from that place where my magic restored my health and expelled the excess radiation from me.”

“I can’t imagine how that must have felt.”

“It was more than that though…when Sigan had me bound my connection to the Earth was cut so I couldn’t feel Hiroshima. With Nagasaki? I felt the earth’s pain when it dropped. I heard her crying to me, begging me to make it stop.”

Morgana rubbed his chest, sometimes its easy to forget that Merlin is essentially an entity of nature in physical form. She can see that he’s trying really hard to not shake in the memories. He’s doing so well, she’s proud of him.

“You came back in ’48…I was so happy to see you Merlin…but I could just see that what happened to you clearly never left you.”

“I couldn’t face you, especially when I didn’t even look anything like me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I had cancer Morgana.”

Of course, all that radiation…there was no way he didn’t get anything resembling that vile illness.

“I was horrifically disformed. I looked as monstrous as I felt. Only when my magic finally regained it’s footing and expelled the radiation did I finally look like I was prior to that event.”

“And then you left again...the Cold War.” It was a trying time for her, she just got Merlin back yet his mind was stuck in the war. Then she woke up only to find his spot beside her empty. The sheets not even used…

“1949…the year the Soviets created their own nuclear weapon…I was enraged. These people, why do they waste such intelligence on slaughter???” At this point, he wasn’t even angry just exhausted.

“We know why, don't pretend you didn't.”

“I couldn’t do nothing, I was so…angry…I couldn’t believe this is what I allowed to happen…I needed to stop them. Stop them all!” He sat up, gripping the sofa with Morgana holding his hand.

“But I was at a loss, such a task would have been a Herculean effort even for me… Plus there was no way the deities of the world especially the Goddess would have tolerated it…unless I was more discreet.”

“And thus, you manipulated the leaders of America and the Soviets…”

“It was a frustrating process, what with America always changing their leaders…but I didn’t need to do too much. A few spells here or there to the right people and the race was on as they say.”

“Yeah…an arms race.”

“I wanted them so badly to feel what I felt. I couldn’t think of anything else.”

“And we failed.”

“I can’t blame you Merlin.” She really couldn’t, she wasn’t above lashing out at others to the point of killing them in the old days.

“I’m glad you talked me out of it, I don’t think I could have lived with myself if I was the cause of a worldwide extinction…”

“It wouldn’t have been, we already knew our family would have survived.”

“I take it Emrys isn't exactly happy with me?” Merlin knew who exactly she was talking about.

“It’s a lot more complex than that…he’s angry you interfered, but he doesn’t hate you at all.”

“I'm sure.”

“He thinks you hold me back.”

“I’d like to think we hold each other back honestly."

Merlin snorted, "Ain't that the truth."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." He leaned down and licked her neck which was ticklish!

"If you want to be a dog I can easily turn you into one." If only she was as irritated as she appeared to be. 

Merlin turned serious and gazed towards her stomach, Morgana grew a bit nervous at his tunnel vision.

"So...do you think you're pregnant?"

Morgana bit her lip, "Honestly? I don't know what would be worse? If I am, because how can we have kids at a time like this? Or if I'm not...because I want what others can have."

Merlin's heart bled for her, he still wasn't sure if he would make even a halfway decent father...but he would hold out hope for them both that they can truly make those children come to life. 

"Galahad and Elaine are perfect names..."

Morgana hummed "I wonder which of us named them?"

"Hmm, I mean you always fancied Elaine from that show you like watching..."

"Seinfeld? I mean I guess that makes sense. I suppose that leaves you with Galahad."

"No doubt from the Holy Grail."

"I still can't believe of all films you actually liked that one. I thought for sure you would have flipped out." Morgana never understood him sometimes.

"I mean...it was hilarious. It was so outlandishly ridiculous, how could I not find the humor in the whole thing? Galahad was a good character perhaps my only true favorite of the film."

And he didn't remind him of his past...

Morgana chuckled than looked at the clock, well they've been talking for hours. It's already passed 2pm, she supposed now would be a good time to set up their appointments.

"I'm going to call Dr. Crook's office now, hopefully they can also get someone to examine me."

Merlin nodded and gently rubbed a hand on her stomach. "I'm hopeful, that the result no matter what it is doesn't end up disappointing you."

She took his hand and kissed it "Thanks."

As she left to the kitchen however Merlin called out "By the way, I was thinking that perhaps it was time I spoke with Arthur."

Well that certainly stopped her in her tracks. 

"Oh? When did you plan this?"

"Well I didn't plan it at all, yesterday I was informed by Freya that they had gone to her in some effort to discover their purpose here. Personally I don't give a rat's ass what they do as long as we're not involved. But even I can sympathize with Arthur wanting to know about Gwen."

Morgana clenched her mouth and looked away, it wasn't that she didn't understand but... 

"Of course I trust you'll be coming with me?"

Morgana turned back to him, pleasantly surprised.

"You want me to go with you?"

Merlin rolled his eyes "Duh, you really think I can stomach seeing both Arthur AND Mordred without turning them into hamsters?" 

"I think you're overestimating my own patience for them..."

"We'll be fine...I want us to do this together. I'm sick of being wary of two imbeciles..."

Morgana laughed, well on that she definitely agrees.

"We'll also have to figure out how to keep the Sisters from invading your dreams again."

Morgana cut her laughter and wondered perhaps if there were some old artifacts she could scour through to help with that.

"Merlin."

"Hmm?"

"I love you, never forget that."

Merlin with a solemn nod responded "I won't, I promise." 

Morgana smiled as she went to sort out their business.

Merlin felt lighter, lighter than he's felt in ages. Finally Morgana knows everything and now...hopefully they'll have children. Actual human children...he hopes the Dragons don't end up spoiling them.

Chapter Text

Here Merlin was waiting for his name to be called…

Morgana was already sent to another part of the facility, how lucky for her that she’ll be done before him no doubt.

Merlin kept rubbing his wrists…he hates this place. He hates being around so many people, especially with so little space between them.

“We shouldn’t be here Merlin; we keep shooting ourselves in the foot.”

“Have you always been this preachy?”

“You know fully well that no mortal medicine can do anything to us.”

“Hey, at least I got you to separate yourself from me just now…

“What choice do I have? Like you, I too must accept reality. I must accept that you are allowing our soul to be pulled in two opposing paths…that is the only reason why we keep failing.”

“…”

“We aren’t ‘sick’ whatsoever…”

“Whether I am or not, it doesn’t matter.”

“We need to be united once more Merlin, before it’s too late.”

“What you want…there’s no way I can do that. Especially now.”

“Tck…I can’t believe you’re even thinking about raising our children in a world that’s beyond saving!”

“Look, maybe one day we can do something about all this. Morgana is still looking for a way, but until then there are no circumstances in which I’ll allow you to run rampant and endanger the lives of our children.”

“How dare you?! If anything, I’m the only one who’s trying to save them!”

“By destroying mankind?”

“As opposed to what? Allowing those hairless apes to destroy THEM?!”

“Morgana and I would be there to protect them.”

“Like how we protected ourselves in the war?”

“…That’s not fair.”

“Of course not.”

“You need to remember, no matter what…Morgana is human. Our children will be half human themselves.”

“You know I find it aggravating that the moment you acknowledge we are one and the same…you still speak as if you’d rather be anything but.”

“Please…Emrys…please trust that our family will be fine. We don’t need to go so far as to what you’re suggesting.”

“The opportunity is perfect! The plan is fool proof! All we would have to do is ---!”

“Nothing is ever fool proof and nothing is without risks or consequences…I thought we both learned this throughout the centuries?”

“…”

“Please Emrys…”

“And did you not once even consider…that our children may not even inherit our powers…least of all our immortality?”

Merlin sighed…yes he did consider the possibility…and yes it did keep him stressed.

“Whether they have magic or not doesn’t mean it’ll be harder to keep them safe. As for their potential lifespan well…if they decide to be as eternal as us, than we will do what we can to make it happen.”

“And if not? Can we truly stand by and bury our flesh and blood…again?”

“If that’s what they choose…than yes.”

“…”

“…”

“Appleby?”

Merlin looked up and saw a nurse waving him over to follow to the doctor’s office. As she told him to take a seat, Merlin took a deep breath and tried to keep himself from fidgeting too much.

It was ridiculous really, but this place always unnerved him. Perhaps it’s because it always reminded him of Gaius, and how he never really had closure with him.

“Do we really require any?”

“He did help raise us, even if he gave us poor advice. We should at least be grateful he never turned us in.”

“Why would he? To do so would have meant incriminating himself also.”

“You really love believing the worst in people, do you?”

“It’s how he lived his life. Don’t tell me it never bothered you when he would always excused Uther’s actions as justified.”

“Of course it did, but at the time…I guess it just didn’t click to me that Gaius was never going to change his habits. And by the time I realized that I had picked up those same habits…everyone was already gone.”

“Which is why I say good riddance. At least he wasn’t one of the reincarnates…”

Before Merlin could respond, Dr. Crook stepped into the office in his white doctor’s attire. A small smile on his bald head as he sat by his desk with files and a pen in hand.

“Ah Mr. Appleby so good to see you again, how’s the wife? I notice she isn’t with us today; all is well I assume?”

Merlin quelled the urge to glare and roll his eyes, he really didn’t care for small talk nor people butting into his business…least of all about his wife.

“She’s fine. I assume you know I’m here because your pills are trash?”

Dr. Crook gave an amused snort as he wrote some notes down “Yes well, we can’t just shoot you up to the maximum dosage immediately, as we told Mrs. Appleby in your last visit these things take time.”

Okay now Merlin did roll his eyes, what a load of horseshit.

“Well as you can see nothing changed, so if you wouldn’t mind just upping my dosage I’ll gladly be off.”

“Well Mr. Appleby as long as you’re aware of the potential risks involved than so be it. However, you will have to sign a form to show that you consent to the treatment and won’t sue…”

“Seriously…?”

“Well since you insist on upping to dosage, and while I am hesitant I must say your blood does show that your heartrate is normal and blood pressure is average.”

The things magic can do.

“Fine.” Once Merlin signed the stupid thing, Dr. Crook than filed it away and opened a drawer where he brought out a bottle of a much stronger medication.

“Same rules as before, once a day every 24 hours. Any problems just call…but no lawsuits.”

“Great, now give the bloody thing so I can piss off home already.” Merlin’s patience was at an end, he really hated coming here and he hated this fucking clown of a doctor!

“Hehe of course Mr. Appleby I shan’t keep you further. Please do try to enjoy your day, too much anger isn’t good for the heart after all.” Dr. Crook gave a sly smile, smug prick.

“And too much sass isn’t good for your face when I smack it. Goodbye.”

Merlin marched out of the office with ferociousness, deciding to wait for Morgana in the car when he tried to look for her but the receptionist said she was still with her doctor.

Great…

Once he closed the door on the passenger side, he leaned back and tried to release all the tension in his body.

“I hope we can at least agree that Crook is one human we wouldn’t mind killing.”

“Still too far…although if accidents were to occur, I wouldn’t cry about it…”

Finally, Morgana walked out of the hospital. The look on her face was blank, which didn’t really tell Merlin anything positive or negative…

As she shut the car door she sighed, leaning her head against the steering wheel.

“So…how was it?”

Morgana lifted her head up and looked at Merlin who was showing some concern at her mood.

Without saying a word she just gave him the paperwork from the doctor…which showed that she was indeed pregnant. 

“Holy shit…” 

“…Yep…” Morgana still didn’t really give away any expression, maintaining a neutral look.

“…I mean are they absolutely sure???”

“Yes Merlin. I literally had to hold my pee all fucking morning just for this. Ugh…” If she can avoid doing that ever again it’d be a blessing.

“Holy shit.”

“Yes dear you’ve said that already.” 

“You’re pregnant.”

“Thanks for also stating the obvious.” 

“You’re pregnant…”

“Merlin, are you just going to act like a damaged record?”

Well that snapped Merlin out of his funk, goodness if only Morgana WOULD go back to record playing instead of this damn ‘spotify’ nonsense…

“Ha ha.”

Morgana rolled her eyes, sighing once more as she just stared at her lap.

Merlin was confused himself but more so on Morgana’s reaction…or rather lack thereof…

“I must confess that I had assumed your reaction would have been more…positive?”

“…”

“I mean given that you absolutely loved the dream kids you dreamt up…?”

“…”

“Just wondering is all…”

Morgana huffed as she rubbed her eyes trying to gather her thoughts. 

“Why’d you take so long anyway?”

“Because I had questions Merlin. Unlike you I actually tolerate my doctors and don’t mind staying a few extra minutes.”

Well bully for her than…

“Are you not pleased by this news than?”

“It’s not that I’m NOT happy. Of course I am…”

“But?”

“We’ve tried to have this happen for over 300 years, Merlin.  And we failed every single time…I failed every single time.”

“Come on, you're being too hard on yourself.”

“Am I? Most women get lucky on their first or second try. At most their 4th. How many times have we had sex this past decade alone Merlin?! Now multiply that by about 300 years give or take!”

“Okay okay…point taken.”

Morgana waved him off “No no I’m sorry, I’m not mad about this I promise I’m not. I just don’t really know if I feel safe bringing this child into the world with the Fates on our arses…”

“Even she agrees…”

“Morgana, I just want to do what I can to make you happy. If having children makes you happy than we’ll do it.” Merlin reached across and pulled her over to his chest, kissing her head.

“It’s just…I was always envious of them. All the women who had families of their own…Given my history of shitty families I just wanted to at least experience motherhood once. Just once would have sufficed.” Morgana just let Merlin carry her weight against the car seat, taking in the comfort he provided. 

“I mean yes we had Aithusa, she and all of her beautiful children are our family no matter what. But…”

“But it isn’t the same as having a child that you yourself created.” Merlin deduced. 

Morgana nodded. “The hatchlings were adorable but…well they’re Dragons. They’re naturally independent at a far superior rate than humans. By the time they were 4 years old they went off to hunt their own game.”

That was true, Merlin remembered when Cynfab was that age. He had already been on his own for 2 years. Aithusa while a bit saddened felt prideful that her son was living up to his heritage.

Merlin can see another reason why Morgana would be this determined however. Vivienne died when Morgana was hardly old enough to remember, Gorlois died when she was a kid, Uther was Uther and Morgause manipulated her. 

“Well now you’ll have the chance to be like all those other women.”

Morgana looked up at Merlin who smiled at her, gently rubbing her hair with his fingers.

“You’re already pregnant, that dream of yours will be a reality in just a matter of months.” 

“And what makes this different from the previous attempts…?”

Merlin hummed “I have a good feeling about this one.”

Silence was dominant as both soaked everything in.

“Merlin…are you sure about this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be darling?” 

Morgana bit her lip, trying to find a way to say this correctly…

“I never was able to tell with you, if you ever truly wanted kids?” 

“…”

“You say it’s fine if this makes me happy but Merlin…will you be happy?”

Isn’t that the big question?

Would he love any child they have together? Of course.

Would he think Morgana would make a great mother? Given the fact that it’s what she’s been wanting for so long of course she would be.

Would he make a great father…?

“What if I can’t be a good father?”

Morgana sat up as she stared into Merlin’s deep blue eyes, actually understanding his fear.

“I get it, this is entirely new for us. I never had a mother, nor you a father. But we’re a team are we not? After every other obstacle we pushed through I think parenthood will make for an interesting challenge.”

She than tapped his heart, giving a chuckle as a thought came to her “I mean you can’t be any worse than Uther.”

“I mean when the bar’s THAT low…”

“Than you’ll be the best dad ever.”

Merlin quirked a brow as he snorted. “Than I hope you're ready for many sleepless nights.”

“Forget that, you sir need to be ready to stop me from eating anything gross and weird.”

“This coming from the woman who eats pineapple on pizza?” 

Morgana slapped his arm but with Merlin giggling like a school boy it may as well have been made by a mouse.

“So I assume we won’t know for some time if you’ll be having twins or not?” If she is having twins than definitely makes her dream a vision of some kind at least…

Morgana nodded “Yeah that’s not for a couple of months or so, so enjoy my slender figure while you still can.”

“Are you mad? I’m anticipating seeing parts of you…expand shall we say?” 

Morgana rolled her eyes at the smirk on his face. “Why would I expect anything else?”

“I mean don’t pregnant women feel more lustful?”

“How should I know? If I do than I guess it’s bad news for you.”

“Huh? How???”

“Because Merlin I’ll never be giving you a moment’s rest, obviously.” Hah! Her turn to smirk at the sight of his sudden concern.

“Okay let’s not get too carried away here.”

“Hmm…”

“Come on switch, I’ll drive us home.”

Morgana looked a bit shocked at that but hey, whenever Merlin actually offers to use modern technology…of course she’s going to say yes.

“Please don’t crash.”

“Oh just move.”

As they made their way back to their cottage, if Merlin noticed Emrys staring at him from the mirror with a disapproving look…well he’ll just have to wait until they’re home.

But first Morgana suggested a pitstop…

“I mean what exactly do babies need?” 

“Well Merlin I’d imagine it’s everything in the baby aisle?” 

“No need to be a smartass, I mean what specifically…surely we can’t just buy the entire section?”

“Oh? Why not?”

Merlin was not impressed. “Be practical Morgana. What baby is going to use all this junk for anyway?” 

“Look I just want to make sure that our child has all they want. I certainly did as a child.”

“Yeah. Emphasis on child as in old enough to walk, talk and shit on your own.” 

“Oh quit being so stingy Merlin.”

“I certainly didn’t have any toys when I was one month old, and my childhood was still just fine.”

Morgana rolled her eyes “Of course it was, your magic was the only toy you needed.” 

“Why don’t you just buy the whole store than Morgana???”

“Hmm…?”

“Stop.”

“I mean we could…”

“I mean it.”

“A nice little family business to call our own…”

“Yeah I’m just going to buy whatever.” Merlin shoved random diapers into their basket and just went to look for a crib.

“Oh fine, but I’m loving the idea of us owning our own establishment. Something we can leave behind to the kids.” Morgana smiled as she began brainstorming possibilities.

“Leave behind what? We’re here forever darling. Besides what establishment would that even be? Today’s world is so complex compared to the days when any halfwit could open a tavern or an inn and call it a success.” 

“Well not with that attitude my dear husband. But we’ll focus on that in the future, for now our Renewal and incoming family is ample enough to occupy my thoughts for.” Morgana waved off Merlin’s complaints.

“Tck…for the far future I hope…”

“What was that?”

“Oh forget it.”

“Thought so.” Morgana chuckled at the grumpy look Merlin sported.

Once they finally agreed to just get 1 toy for the baby…who could go wrong with legos? 

“Should we get formula?” Morgana eyes the containers in question skeptically.

“Formula? A formula for what?”

“No Merlin, baby formula.”

“…Again, a formula a what?”

Morgana groaned, “It’s some modern things where instead of breast feeding you just well…feed babies these.” She said pointing to the different brands of baby formula.

Merlin looked horrified at the thought. “This is what people today feed their urchins???”

“It would seem so.”

“…How?”

“I mean it says just add water and I guess then it becomes milk?” Morgana looked at some of the instructions, trying to figure out what to do.

Merlin sighed. “I’m not a baby but---”

“Debatable.”

“BUT, powder with water doesn’t sound appetizing to me.”

“Hmm…” For once Morgana was in agreement with Merlin’s old-fashioned way of thinking. “Well unless my breasts were literally devoid of milk, I guess tradition is the way to go with this one.”

“In other words, you concede victory to me?”

“Hush dear, smugness is an ugly look on you.”

“I’ll change that soon don’t worry.”

“Down boy, we’re in public.”

“Oh please, when has that ever stopped us?”

I mean…fair play.

Still, there’s a time and place.

“Come on, we’re almost done here.”

Merlin sighed yet was thankful that they can leave soon as he carried their baskets to the…uhhh

“What the hell is this?”

“It’s an automated checkout system Merlin.”

“…?”

Morgana snorted at his cluelessness “We just scan our items; the machine calculates the price and we put money in it.”

“…Right…”

“Relax, I’ll do it.”

“It’s fine, just explain it to me again…slowly…”

Morgana smiled at Merlin’s earnest attempts to get this right. It reminded her of when he finally allowed her to teach him to drive…thank goodness they weren’t around anyone…or anything.

“Okay…when we get home we should think about expanding.”

“Morgana can we just take it one step at a time? Whether it’s a baby or two or three…they’re not going to be born tomorrow.”

“Ugh fine, I need time to consider the new layout anyway.”

“Yeah whatever.” Merlin dodged the slap and took their bags over to the trunk of their car.

As Merlin prepared to drive off, he once more saw Emrys in the back. That same disapproving gaze once again prevalent. Right…one more thing to deal with before he can put this day behind him.

In the end they decided to simply have the crib in their own room, it just seemed more practical in the event of any kind of emergency.

Morgana really needed to lie down, which meant…unfortunately Merlin had to be in charge of what to eat tonight.

“Please please please…don’t worry about anything fancy or sophisticated it’s alright…just don’t burn down the house again…please.”

Merlin snorted “Sweetheart relax, I know exactly the kind of meal you need. You just rest up, tonight I’m at your service.” He finished his proclamation with a formal bow causing Morgana to chuckle.

“Oh Merlin…” She caressed his cheek “You’re always at my service.” With a laugh she closed the door to their room, leaving Merlin with flushed cheeks and an annoyed expression.

“Ha ha”

On his way to the kitchen however stood Emrys, arms crossed and stern golden eyes.

Merlin sighed, well he held out long enough…

“You’ve been noticeably quiet for the past couple of hours. I’d almost say you’ve given up.”

“Hardly. I just know a losing endeavor when I see one.”

“…?”

“I just find it funny.”

“What?”

“Morgana says she’s searching for a cure. A way to ‘fix’ us…yet at every opportunity she’s kept us from reunifying.”

“Uhh correction, she’s kept us from doing what you want…which is insane.”

Emrys sighed, they’ve done this song and dance before. He didn’t really feel like rehashing it yet again.

“The thought of you two, just bringing our offspring into this world when Destiny and humanity are running rampant…it scares me.”

Merlin couldn’t exactly fault him for that fear…it is something to look out for when it comes to the Fates especially.

“Neither of us are saying it’s going to be easy. But what you suggest, there’s no hope there. For so long it felt that the world constantly kept taking and taking from us, but now...with the possibility of actually starting a family??? I’m not excusing the actions of the mortals but, Morgana was also born mortal Emrys…”

“She’s obviously the exception, not the rule.”

“From what knowledge I have that’s called hypocrisy.”

“Call it what you will…it was only when you fell in love with her that I bothered to notice her at all.”

“Don’t lie, we’re the same soul remember. Just because we’re separate now doesn’t mean I can’t tell.”

“You say that yet you’re still willing to use this farse of ‘medication’ in an attempt to lock me in a box.”

“That’s not it. I just know that until you realize that complete annihilation is off the table, I need to focus on learning to be a father. I can’t exactly do that when our constant arguments are damaging our mind.”

Emrys closed his eyes and it appeared as though he was getting sad at the thought of being set aside. Merlin may not always like what Emrys has to say but…it’s like he’s letting himself down in a way.

“You’ve become quite composed, ever since you learned she was pregnant…”

“I have to be, even if I don’t feel like it too much on the inside…fathers must make sacrifices, don’t they?”

“Not if those sacrifices endanger the family even more…the more you try to pretend everything is okay."

"That's not what I'm--"

“--It’s fine Merlin. Take those little pills, we both know they won’t do anything but temporarily blind our perception to reality.”

“Emrys...I hope that the day comes soon when we have our peace. And that our children can be the symbol of hope for a brighter future.” Merlin grabbed the meds from his pocket, putting one in his mouth.

Emrys shook his head, before he slowly began to disappear…at least visually.

“When things get out of hand…don’t say I didn’t warn you Merlin…but you’ll know where to find me when you see I was right...”

Then…silence. Merlin rubbed his head, ugh he hated taking the pills. It always felt like they did him more harm than good. Well they did, but he feels like shit. At least Emrys can cool off and hopefully they can come to an accord when he inevitably returns. It’s not like he’s gone, even now Merlin still feels his other half but it turns out these meds really are stronger than the last batch for he can’t see or hear him.

Good enough.

Merlin wondered if Morgana would be able to tell the difference between magicking a five star meal from one of those fancy restaurants and his cooking…eh fine he’ll stop being lazy.

Now to see what exactly he’ll make?

Hmm…?

As Merlin finally got his ingredients together he had the television in the living room on as he heard the latest news.

“Authorities still have no clue as to the reason why Vesuvius erupted after many centuries of being inactive. The ruins of Pompeii are practically wiped off the map, one of the famous cities of Antiquity may be gone forever.”

Merlin winced at that, yet another reason why he needed to do this. Emrys is too extreme in his beliefs.

“In other news, the Cosmic phenomenon of the Conjunction has the scientific community rapidly coming up with the most outlandish theories on why its upcoming occurrence has the length of essentially just a little over a day. Some of these range from the planets’ gravity bouncing off each other…”

Merlin snorted as he chopped up the vegetables, these fools really crack him up.

“…To interference from the Sun, and aliens using their advanced technology in an effort to rule the solar system.”

That really came out of a scientist’s mouth?

Might as well say it’s magic’s fault…it probably is but people today are so arrogant to believe that magic is nothing more than a farse for children.

Merlin didn’t realize he was gripping the counter so hard until he heard a crack.

Merlin chastised himself, fixing it up real quick while waiting for the water to boil.

“One thing they all agree on however is that no doubt this will have a great impact on the Earth’s magnetic fields and cause a disturbance in our climate. Whether that disturbance will be good or bad for the environment remains to be seen.”

Merlin turned the tv off, these people knew absolutely nothing.

When he returned to the bedroom, Morgana was in loose clothing with a pillow elevating her legs. The telly was on and of course she was watching yet another Friends episode.

“Tck, great I have to deal with more Chandler jokes.”

Morgana shushed him but than smelled the food in his hands before finally looking at him.

“Oh wow you made beef stew? I didn’t feel you go outside though.”

“Because I didn’t, hard to burn a kitchen when all your doing if boiling meat and plants in broth.” Merlin said as he gave Morgana her plate while he laid on the other side of the bed.

“With you I can never be certain.”

Merlin rolled his eyes while smirking that she seemed to like it. Guess he can work in modern kitchens after all.

“You’re not eating?”

“Nah, not today. Those damn meds really make me feel weird.”

Morgana nodded in sympathy, “It won’t be forever I promise.”

“Don’t worry about it, I just want to focus on the coming months ahead.” Merlin kissed her head as he went to get washed up in the restroom.

Morgana took a moment to realize just how quickly things have changed in just a few months. It’s like time itself has caught up with them the second Arthur came back from the Lake.

She touched her stomach as she remembered hearing the news of the death of the Goddess. Than what Merlin told her about what the Sidhe Queen mentioned on the fading’s of many other divine entities.

“Our children will be born in a world where the world is without guidance…”

Still, at least they’ll have them. They’ll make sure nothing, not the fates not Sigan not anyone will ever hurt them…!

Merlin returned, magicking her now empty plate down into the dishwasher before getting in bed with her.

“By the way, I was thinking that tomorrow we would see Arthur.”

Morgana quirked a brow “I’m still a bit surprised that you plan to do this.”

Merlin hummed as he leaned his head against her shoulder, now idly watching that annoying Chandler trying to hide from Joey on the tv.

“It’s not like I really know what to expect. I figured I’d just tell him about Gwen and whatever happens after that…happens.”

“That’s it?”

“I mean what else will there be? I don’t particularly feel the need to rekindle a friendship that looking back…was it a friendship? Correct me if I’m wrong but I was under the assumption that friendship meant being on equal footing. We weren’t.”

Morgana turned toward him and wrapped an arm around his chest. “Well…if you do decide to let bygones be bygones---”

“Doubtful, but go on.”

“…As I was saying. If you maybe let bygones be bygones than at the very least…the positions are reversed. Now it is you who holds all the cards.”

“Eh, that sounds so petty. I don’t want to just be another Arthur.”

“Shame…oh well I’ll be petty for both of us.” She smooched his cheek as Merlin just chuckled, kissing her back.

“What about Mordred?” He asked her.

“What about him?”

“I mean you did view him as a son of sorts did you not?”

Morgana wondered about that “I mean, yes. But look Merlin, I know you say that as long as they don’t involve us in their little dance with Destiny, we shouldn’t care…but I still don’t feel comfortable around them. Even if it’s Mordred.”

“I get it. But I also want to try and be a better example to our children, and to do that well…perhaps it’s time if I at least attempted to make some kind of peace with my past.”

Morgana bit her lip; she doesn’t think she has it in her to match even his cautious optimism. There was too much bad blood between her and Arthur, hell even her previous attempt to be civil burst in flames when the fool tried to kill her in her own home. She’ll decide what approach to take when they cross that bridge.

“I find it funny how we just assume we’re having the twins.” She had to add.

“Hmm?”

“Children.”

“Oh. Well, I guess we really don’t know but…you rarely ever have visions that never come true. And this was the first you’ve had in ages. It’s got to mean something.” Merlin was confident that soon they’ll know for sure that yes, the twins are coming.

“Hmm…perhaps we should have bought more diapers…?”

“I’m not going back to that damn store.”

“Surely you wouldn’t let your pregnant wife go all the way over there herself?” Does she really think her soft tone and delicate fingers can sway him?

Yes…yes it can.

“Good night.” Merlin gruntingly got under the sheets and covered his head, hearing the laughter of his wife as she patted his head.

Chapter Text

Mordred's Apartment

Arthur groaned at the sound of knocking in his door, it was 9 in the morning. What the hell does Mordred want???

The boy in question opened the door with a look of concern in his gaze.

“Mordred, I told you this is my day off. So, unless you found the Crystal Cave I just want to at least wake up when the sun is actually at its highest.” Arthur’s bones ached, he really hated Mr. Morris and he may hate Mordred more for making him work. He just wanted to sleep until noon and not care about anything.

Mordred however bit his lip; his silence causing Arthur to lift and turn his head towards the former Druid.

“What’s the matter with you??”

“Arthur…we have guests…”

“So? I don’t know any of your little Uni friends so bugger off and let me sleep!”

“Arthur I REALLY think you should come out and see them…” Mordred’s eyes were pleading.

“And I REALLY think you need to bugger off and let me sleep. Goodbye.” Arthur hid his head back beneath his pillow. 

“Typical Arthur, always so grouchy when he doesn’t get his breakfast.”

Arthur gasped as he quickly sat up at the familiar voice…

Merlin.

There his former manservant stood with a mocking expression in his face, arms folded and back straight. He looked far more confident than at any time he remembered in Camelot.

The navy blue shirt with black denim jeans and boots also emphasized his blue eyes even with the sun barely shining in his room.

“Merlin…”

Merlin’s eyes flashed as he magicked the curtains open, causing to jump. Whether it was at the show of magic or at the sun’s rays stinging his eyes…not even Arthur could say for sure.

“I do hope you taught yourself to dress since you’ve returned Arthur. I really don’t want to waste more time here longer than necessary.” Merlin than went back to Mordred’s living room while Arthur just blinked, unable to process what just happened.

He turned to Mordred who himself was a bit on the tense side. “Why didn’t you tell me Merlin was going to be here…?!” He whisper-shouted.

“I did tell you…!” 

“Oh Arthur we have guests. That doesn’t tell me shit..!”

“Well whatever let’s not keep them waiting, get dressed already!” 

Arthur’s eyes widened “Them?!”

Mordred nodded “Morgana’s here too.”

“Too?! Here?! Morgana?!?!”

“Are you going to talk like Yoda all fucking day???”

“Who’s…ugh just forget it!!”

Mordred threw his hands in the air and left the room.

Arthur sighed and placed his face in his hands. Okay okay calm down…so what if the last time he saw those two he nearly killed Morgana and Merlin nearly killed him…who cares…?

“…”

Yeah it’s not working.

He’s rather nervous, he’s never felt nervous over Merlin before. Ever.

And now Morgana’s here too??? So much for a simple lie in, now he has to figure out what to do.

Didn’t sound like they were here to hurt him, but than again…he doesn’t actually know Merlin does he? How does he really know what he’s going to do?? And without excalibur he’s powerless to even defend himself against either of their magics. Hell, his armor has gone rusty and without any blacksmiths in this modern day so he was forced to keep it shelved and covered unless he really needed it…maybe that day is today?

Ugh he needs to stop cowering like a child, he’s a King damnit!

Arthur got himself presentable taking a look at himself in the mirror. Nothing much to do about his hair, it’s not like they gave him advanced warning…probably the point.

With a heavy sigh, Arthur joined everyone else in the living room.

This was perhaps what Mordred described as a ‘Mexican Stand-off’? Well maybe if they weren’t sitting...

Mordred was sitting stiffly at a chair closer to Arthur while Merlin…and Morgana were on the small couch opposing them next to the front door. The witch in question wearing a black leather jacket with a green shirt underneath, ripped black jeans and her hair let loose on her shoulders.

Merlin sat with his hands on his lap, calmly assessing Arthur as soon as he stepped into the room.

Morgana…?

She could hardly be bothered to pay attention to anyone as she was on her cellphone…

“Ooh Merlin guess who’s back on Insta!!!”

Merlin’s calm expression quickly became irritated as he turned to her “You seriously telling me I have to suffer through more of your ridiculous vlogs?”

“I have so many plans for us! I can’t wait to try them out on you!”

“How the hell did they even unban you? You were literally streaming us having sex.”

“Oh don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, you definitely used magic.”

“Maybe yes maybe no, either way my journey to the top of the streaming world has returned from its sabbatical!”

Merlin rolled his eyes “Goodness technology has turned you into a child.”

“And you into a stingy old goat.” She retorted with an annoyed expression of her own.

“At least warn me ahead of time before you put a camera to my face…” Merlin knew a losing battle when he saw one...and boy was he just speaking to a wall at this point.

“Aww, I knew you’d see things my way.” Merlin tapped her hand away when she pinched his cheek.

Arthur and Mordred both sweat dropped at the scene…okay this wasn’t exactly what they were expecting.

Do they interrupt?

Do they dare?

Arthur cleared his throat “So what exactly did you want to talk about?”

The mages quit their banter as they remembered that oh yeah…they were here…

They turned towards Arthur with blank stares as Mordred tried to make himself smaller, though the former King remained steadfast.

Well, no one can say Arthur didn’t have balls of steel…

“I don’t. He does.” Morgana pointed to her husband who folded his hands once more on his lap with a knee over the other.

“…” Merlin said nothing, still trying to wonder what exactly to say.

“Well? I was under the impression you wanted nothing to do with me.” Arthur was still feeling a bitter about that.

“Correct.”

“I was speaking to Merlin.”

His unruly sister scoffed but before she could retort Merlin held a hand, signaling for her to let him handle this.

“Merlin, how did you even find out where I lived? And that Arthur stayed with me?” Mordred was very curious, it’s not like they kept in contact with each other.

Merlin blinked, ah yes Mordred was also here. “Well…when Aithusa conveniently and suspiciously tried to stall me to let you two leave the Lake of Avalon, it was simple to deduce that the pair of footprints were yours.”

Arthur cursed, such an amateur mistake and he can’t believe he didn’t cover their tracks.

“Besides Freya let a thing or two slip.”

And damn her for selling them out.

“As to where you were specifically, well it’s simple…Arthur may not have magic himself but he was born of it. His aura is a mere speck but it’s still there. The closer I got to the general location you were in, the easier it became to zero in on Arthur’s precise location. Thus, here we are at your appointment. Which I must say Mordred I was under the impression you were a loser, but I guess a loser with rich parents.” Merlin finished with a chuckle.

“I see…” Mordred didn’t really know how to interact with him, it at least appears that Merlin is a lot more…composed…than the last time they encountered him. What changed?

Wait a minute…if Freya told him about them…did she also tell Merlin about their plans???

Morgana noticed Mordred’s antsy mood and snorted “Oh please Mordred, we already know that you two imbeciles plan to follow your fool’s errand as the Fates’ stooges.”

Arthur’s eyes raised at that…is that why they’re here?! To stop them?!

“Calm down Brother, you’ll piss your pants if you don’t control your stress levels.” That fucking smirk...!

“Why you—”

“—Arthur.”

Arthur’s mouth closed as he turned to Merlin who was looking amused at his wife’s little antics at annoying Arthur.

“I’ll tell you about Gwen. Her initial reaction to your death, her reign, her final moments.”

Arthur couldn’t believe it. Finally…finally he would get answers…

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“…Why?” Why now?

“Because than the little nagging angel on my shoulder can shut up and I can move on.”

Arthur figured that’s as good as it’ll get and took a seat in the chair next to Mordred…how funny. Centuries ago the teams were different, this still feels so bizarre to him.

“I mean should Morgana and I leave…?”

“You can leave Mordred. I’m going nowhere.” Morgana wasn’t letting Merlin out of her sight anywhere near Arthur.

“Tck… This isn’t your house sister.” Arthur glared at her only causing her to smirk.

“Just try it Arthur. Go on, I dare you.” And boy was she waiting to be given a reason.

Arthur clenched his mouth but wasn’t going to take the bait this time.

“Are you two done?” 

Both siblings looked chastised at Merlin’s annoyed tone, Mordred the only one looking appreciative as he really didn’t want his apartment being destroyed.

In all fairness Morgana did want to know about this also, Merlin only ever gave her the bare bones of his time in Camelot during Gwen’s reign. Honestly, it’s not like she was itching to know about it anyway. 

But now? Well, there’s been more than enough time and distance that her curiosity has simply peaked.

Arthur meanwhile, while grateful that Merlin is finally even acknowledging his existence…is still trying to match this Merlin with the Merlin he thought he knew…

“Were we really friends?”

Merlin sighed as he closed his eyes “Hmm where should I begin?”

Morgana rolled her eyes “The beginning is usually the starting point darling.”

“You’re not amusing.” 

“I beg to differ.”

Arthur just stared blankly at the duo, still finding it so unnatural that the two have been married for ages when they were bitter enemies in Camelot.

Merlin opened his eyes and looked at Arthur, finally ready to get this over with. “The Queen was devastated of course, when I returned without you. The look of grief on her face when I told her you had perished and that I didn’t make it in time is something that has never left me.” 

Arthur expected as much, at least he hoped it was. He did his best to always do right by Gwen especially after he had her banished. He still doesn’t fully forgive himself for that one.

“Up until her coronation she never so much as left her chambers.”

By now everyone was focused solely on listening to Merlin’s words.

“The Queen knew I was the Old Warlock thanks to Gaius. You know right? The one you recall as…ummm…ugh help me out dear?” He turned to Morgana in frustration over his poor memory.

Morgana furrowed her brows thinking, “Didn’t you call yourself Dragoon?” 

“Ah yes that’s the one! Thanks.” He pecked her cheek causing Mordred to widen his eyes and Arthur to turn slightly green. Gross.

Morgana looking like she’s soooo brilliant certainly didn’t help, it made Arthur want to vomit.

“Well anyway, the future of Camelot remained uncertain. She was now Queen, but the nobles and knights weren’t exactly thrilled that a former peasant was now it’s sovereign.”

Arthur processed Merlin’s words carefully, he wasn’t too surprised by the nobles’ stubbornness but he had hoped that his men in arms would have at least stood by his successor wholeheartedly.

“The Queen needed to marry and among all those she picked Leon seemed the most logical choice. He was of a higher birth, everyone knew and respected him, but also they were familiar with each other. Slowly with his experience, any thoughts of rebellion were quelling and settled into more pacifying disgruntlement.”

Morgana had to raise her eyes at that one “Rebellion?” hmm…

“They wanted to rebel?!” Arthur shouted voicing her thoughts.

Merlin shrugged “If they did, they certainly lacked the courage to. Hardly surprising, a bunch of pups barking when they had no wolf to guide them. Of course they weren’t going to actually rebel against her.”

Mordred looked at the other three as the only one here who lived in Camelot the least, if anything what Merlin said made complete sense to him.

“Her majesty knew that any laws she enacted would be met with the upmost scrutiny, however once it became well known that I was a Warlock it only exasperated things. Oh the typical nonsense, ‘I enchanted her’ or ‘I’m the devil incarnate’ but my favorite has got to be ‘But your majesty! He will take over Camelot’” Merlin laughed at the memory of those fools demeaning him as a power-hungry maniac when that’s all that they were themselves…

Arthur’s eyes were wide as he tried to imagine it. He believed it, why not? Magic has brought havoc to Camelot for as long as he lived there and even before. His father’s reign holding a lasting impact on the minds of people.

Morgana meanwhile scoffed and glared at the floor. Of course the old goats of Camelot would cling to Uther’s ideology as best they can. She honestly doesn’t know why Merlin even entertained them after Arthur died.

“It took Her Majesty many silent deals, many nights of sleeping with guards handpicked by Leon to guard her when she sleeps in order for her to actually pull the seemingly impossible. She repealed Uther’s ban on magic.”

The other men were shocked, with Morgana remaining blank as Merlin had already told her that part. But like he, she knew that by that point it was too little too late.

“So, she actually did it…magic was once more free?” Arthur couldn’t believe it, should he be proud of his wife? Angry? Disappointed? None of those?

“For a time at least.”

“What do you mean.”

Merlin sighed “Arthur, magic’s fate had already been sealed long before your death. Nothing anyone could have done would have changed it.”

Mordred quirked a brow “Meaning?”

Merlin turned toward him “Meaning, that the Fates had already made up their mind.”

Arthur grew annoyed “In plain English please Merlin.”

“Ah yes, you can speak English now.”

“Merlin.”

Merlin paused at the tone Arthur used when pronouncing his name…hmm

“The decisions I’ve made had consequences Arthur. That’s it.”

Morgana sighed, hopefully once this is out in the open they can leave the past behind them for good.

“Such as?” Arthur needed to know what could have led to all this happening.

“You want a list? Tck…none of it hardly matters anymore; I don’t see why I should indulge you.”

“Merlin, you said your decisions had an impact on the events in our life. I want to know all that you’ve done for Camelot. For me.”

“That’s not what I’m here for.”

“I need to know!”

“Not my concern.”

“I command you!”

“On what authority!”

That stopped Arthur in his tracks…right he isn’t a king anymore…how easy it was to fall back into old habits when Merlin is actually talking to him.

Mordred was biting his lip, this was exactly what he was afraid would happen dammit!

Morgana looked closely in Merlin’s eyes, trying to see if there was any sign of Emrys. No, it didn’t appear to be the case. This was all Merlin. Well at least those pills are doing something for once…

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Mordred and Morgana both turned to Arthur who sighed and rubbed his face.

“I’m not your king. Hell, I don’t even know if I’m your friend…was your friend. I just…I really need to know if any of it was real Merlin.” Arthur was pleading to the man he once considered his best friend.

Merlin assessed Arthur’s words and expression. It was weird for him as well. For the immediate centuries following Arthur’s death, Merlin held onto the rose-tinted memories he had of their relationship. One of comradery and horse play, of having each other’s backs when it counted.

And then he didn’t.

Around the time after William the Conqueror unified England, Merlin began remembering all of the times Arthur had taken their friendship for granted. How Arthur at times even insisted they weren’t friends, since he was ‘a servant’.

And around more recent times well…

He remembered each and every time Arthur had belittled his warnings. Mocked his concern. Chosen to believe complete strangers over him.

Cornelius Sigan’s one time host Cedric comes to mind.

That snake Agravaine, to this day Merlin still feels a sick pleasure at having gutted the bastard where he stood.

So when Arthur returned to the land of the living…all those mixed feelings came roaring back to the surface that he had thought were long buried. Merlin didn’t know what to do except lash out and get away from the madness.

His whole existence at one point was devoted to Arthur because the Fates’ proclaimed it so long before he ever entered the Earth. They’re relationship was never truly equal…but maybe now it can be?

How often has he heard Arthur give so much as an “You’re right” or an “I’m sorry” before? Not often enough.

But did he dare bring himself to trust this new Arthur? Does he hate Arthur?

Is he even capable of doing so?

“I don’t even know.”

What Merlin does know however is that, in order to move beyond the shackles of the past he must make peace with it. Mordred was a bit tricky because of the whole ‘girlfriend was trying to kill Arthur thing’…I mean at this point Merlin can completely relate. But the boy seems to be keeping his head on his shoulders this time around from what he could see.

Arthur? It seems being an ordinary man has given him perspective. Perhaps now they can truly peel back the layers and mend the wounds of their past? Dare Merlin say it…be truly friends? Hmm…baby steps.

The only conundrum, does he really want to hash out every single thing he did in Camelot in Arthur’s name?

Jury’s still out on that one…

“Apology accepted.”

Arthur smiled in gratitude while the others breathed a sigh of relief.

“Look we’ll discuss everything else…at a future date. For now, I’m just going to tell you the twilight of the Queen’s life.”

Arthur knew a good deal when he heard one, so he nodded in affirmation while Merlin continued with his story.

“You can imagine the reaction to her decision was immense. The entire Citadel was in uproar, plenty of people opposed to the decision to rescind the ban on magic. Of course, those that did not never made their opinions known in fear of assassination. That was, until magic started doing them favors. Keeping the crops protected, even allowing many to grow during the winter. Making it rain during droughts or bringing out the sun during a cold blizzard.”

The others seemed to have differing thoughts on this. To Mordred and Morgana, it seemed obvious. They always knew magic could do these things; the former having seen it done with the Druids. But for Morgana in particular, it stung that it took Gwen to rescind the ban for the people to quit being obtuse about the nature of magic. Of course, from what Merlin was describing it sounds like people got awfully greedy very quickly.

Arthur was simply fascinated that magic had actually been used for rather mundane things. How much more productive the kingdom could have been had his father not criminalized sorcery…

Merlin noticed the looks on Mordred and Morgana’s faces “Hmm so you two have an idea on where this is going?”

He took their silence as confirmation but for Arthur he was confused as to what he was implying.

Merlin looked back at Arthur and in a solemn tone “That mentality of ‘magic can do everything for us at no extra cost’ is what eventually doomed Albion.”

Morgana clenched her fists, of course people would be so stupid…!

“While people suddenly became more at ease with using magic for tasks of manual labor and even for combat…no one at all heeded my concerns of the balance that the old religion demanded.”

Arthur narrowed his eyes…balance. That term always sends a shiver down his spine.

“For example, to make it rain here…you must take it from over there. So if Camelot is getting all the benefits of magic, naturally all the other Kingdoms of Albion wanted a piece of the profits so they too loosened their restrictions on magic to reap the rewards. Also however not paying any creed to the core tenant of the Old Religion…”

“Of course with the Goddess having faded…it’s not like anyone is enforcing that rule anymore…” Merlin hummed at the thought.

Morgana scoffed, “Fools.”

Mordred had to agree, magic wasn’t free. It was a power that most borrowed from the earth and always in exchange.

Arthur didn’t really know much on the Old Religion itself aside from the whole balance rule. “What happened next?”

“Eventually the people’s greed became so large…that those who could, performed such selfish acts against nature itself. I’ve never felt so disgusted.”

They waited with anticipation as they saw Merlin’s fists shaking, clearly this was something that had to be appalling…

“Pretenders, began to use the art of Blood Magic.”

“What?!” Mordred couldn’t believe it, such a thing was greatly discouraged among the Druids!

Even Morgana despite everything never dared to cross the line THAT far…

“I don’t understand what is Blood Magic? What makes it different from any other magic?”

Merlin responded “If I’m going to be as objective as possible than I’ll say there are 3 types of magic. First, magic that hails from the Earth. The kind of magic you typically see mages, Sidhe and Dragons perform as it pertains to the elements or simply willing something into being. Second, there’s Dark Magic. Mostly hailing in the planes between this plane and the underworld. You usually see it when it comes to necromancy, stripping someone of free will, or…artificially preserving your life.”

Morgana knew exactly who he meant with that last statement. Cornelius Sigan. No surprise he’s a master of the Dark Arts.

“And than Blood Magic, which I personally see as the filthiest of them all.”

Arthur didn’t realize magic was this complex before, how he wishes he could have known this all his life.

“Blood Magic is essentially when a mage use the blood in their own or another’s body to cast spells…but it rarely ever works out for them.”

“Why is that?”

Merlin sighed “Blood magic is a surefire way to achieving whatever you want. A way to avoid all the rules that your typical magic demands. It enables ones greed…but it does something worse. Because people were too cowardly to offer their own blood, they used that of others. Now at a massive scale what this did was invite creatures of darkness into their souls. Each time someone uses it they weaken their protection from demonic entities ready to take possession of them.”

“Demons? Those are real?!”

“Yes Arthur, much of what the mortals consider to be ‘myth and legends’ are real. Just perhaps not exactly how they see it.”

“Have you ever fought any?” Mordred was curious to know.

“Yes. Of course demons are just one element. You can also bind any person or beast to you to the point of them being slaves, whereas with earthly magic you merely tame them to a degree. Like how Nimueh tamed the Griffon.”

From what Merlin described, Morgana deduced that the now dead Sidhe elder Cathair must have used a form of blood magic to call his beasts forth. Does that mean that the ritual he used to summon Ymir was also such magic? 

She had to agree with Merlin. Abominable indeed…

She’ll file that away as well to ask Merlin later.

“So…were there demon attacks in Camelot?” Arthur wondered if demons were walking amongst them while his father was King.

“Hmm…not when the Queen was alive.” Merlin responded.

“How?”

“It simply wasn’t as bad yet, Her Majesty was the only one who took my word seriously. And though she tried to regulate the uses of sorcery it was too late. She was now into her 30^th year as Queen and the people saw her as weak, feckless. The only reason they didn’t go further is simply because she still had many knights and mages loyal to her, myself including.”

“You kept her safe.” Arthur was glad.

“I kept them all safe Arthur. For what good it did, I was up against the very greed and lust for power of humanity. No power in the world could hope to triumph over that.” Merlin scoffed.

Morgana looked at him with sympathy, holding his hand and rubbing his thumb. Though if Arthur got annoyed at the sight, she was happy to spite him.

“But where was Leon? I can’t imagine he wouldn’t have enforced her word as well?”

“That’s a good question Arthur. Where was Leon, well I don’t know.”

All three of them look puzzled, what did he mean he didn’t know.

“It means I don’t know.”

“Tck, what I did I say about reading my mind Merlin?” Morgana was so gonna get him for that later.

“Not my fault you three are thinking too loudly.”

“Wait wait wait, how could you not know? Couldn’t you just find him with your magic???” Arthur was getting antsy now, did his most loyal knight abandon Gwen?!

“I did try. He was supposed to be going on a diplomatic mission to what would become Dublin during Her Majesty’s 5^th year…but he never made it there. And never came back either. No amount of scrying or asking the nature spirits would get me answers. It was simply going to remain a mystery to me.” Merlin shrugged which rubbed Arthur the wrong way.

“How could you be so nonchalant about this?! Leon just vanished! Aren’t you at all concerned that he might have died?!”

Morgana glared at her idiot brother, ready to cut him down to size until Merlin interjected.

“First of all Arthur, he didn’t just vanish…he vanished fifteen centuries ago. Of course, I don’t feel much about it now. And quite honestly the knights and I didn’t particularly have a warm relationship following Camlann anyway.”

“Because of your magic?” Arthur could only guess.

“Among other things, chief amongst them was failing to save your fat ass.”

Arthur’s vein popped in his forehead…there he went calling him fat. He tried to stifle the small bits of joy he felt at the familiar insult.

Morgana snorted while Mordred looked mildly amused at the former king.

“Anyway, so the people simply waited for the Queen to die before going all in. Even the Nobles who once were practically the Sons of Uther were steadily counting down the minutes. Once she died, those loyal to her would no longer have any reason to restrain themselves. And soon I would be proven right.”

Arthur steadied his breathing…this was it…his wife’s death.

“Merlin I must ask, you keep calling Gwen “The Queen” and “Her Majesty” but why not by name?” Mordred was under the recollection that they were friends.

The Pendragon siblings were curious themselves; Merlin seems to have been very formal in addressing Gwen. Why is that?

Merlin turned blank “Gwen and Her Majesty are two different people.”

“How so?” Morgana asked.

“Gwen was my friend, always had my back when she could. Her Majesty was not a friend per say. Simply my Queen.”

“But…I still don’t see the difference.” Arthur couldn’t connect to the dots to Merlin’s logic.

“Once Gwen married you, everything changed. I don’t know why, I’m not the one to ask. All I know is we were far closer when she was simply a blacksmith’s daughter. Add onto the fact that she was always heartbroken by the fact that I failed to keep her husband alive…that doesn’t mean we couldn’t be cordial for the greater good. Her Majesty only returned to being the Gwen whom I made laugh on the stocks, the closer to death she got.”

Arthur had no response to that; it was sad to see their friendship turned icy.

“Now than, her death…rest assured Gwen died in her bed. She died in as much peace as she could. She only called me in that day, it was odd quite frankly. It had been more than 20 years since we spoke in private like that. Despite being all gray and wrinkly in those precious hours she looked exactly like the Gwen whom I made laugh while in the stocks.” Merlin gave a soft smile at the memory.

Arthur might have as well, had he not try hard to show emotion at the thought of his wife having lived on and dying only to have all of her efforts come crashing down.

“She told me she regretted ever making me feel as though our friendship was worth nothing. I did my best to comfort her, but she insisted on dying without any lingering thoughts. She did ask if she would see you when she passed…I had no real answer for her, for truly I did not know. I simply told her yes and hoped she would forgive me if it turned out I was false. It looks like I was since you were stuck with the Sidhe in Avalon.”

Arthur closed his eyes, the will to simply cry was becoming a challenge to overcome.

“And as the sun dipped below the horizon, so too did her spirit dip into the afterlife. Gwen died at the ripe old age of 66. Not bad in those days honestly.”

Arthur bristled at Merlin’s nonchalant attitude “Sheesh don’t sound too sad Merlin…”

Merlin raised a brow, confused as to why Arthur’s is being all moody. “I don’t understand?”

Arthur gritted his teeth before he got up and stormed out of the room to cool off.

Morgana scoffed at his quick retreat, smart move though.

“I think what he’s trying to imply Merlin is, well Gwen was your friend. Did you not mourn her?” Mordred tried to play peacemaker, how ironic.

Merlin hummed as he thought it through…

Arthur came back as well with his arms crossed. No doubt hearing Mordred’s words and wanting Merlin’s answer as well.

“I mean, sure I was sad…at the time. You two need to understand that for Morgana and I, we’re ancient. To me Gwen’s death…all their deaths are a mere fraction of my overall existence. It was only in recent months that I even remembered most of my time in Camelot at all.” He shrugged as Morgana finally lost interest in this conversation and went back to her smartphone…is she really taking selfies?

“So what…you’re just made of stone now???” Arthur may not be hundreds of years old but surely one doesn’t simple lose any feeling they had for their loved ones???

Morgana paused in her little photo shoot to glare at Arthur for the insinuation, goodness he was really pissing her off today!

“Quite the opposite actually…”

“What’s that supposed to—”

“—Arthur do you still feel sad over Uther’s death?”

This time Morgana intervened; Arthur was puzzled as to her question. “Do I still mourn his death? Of course!”

Merlin picked up on where his wife was going towards, “But you don’t weep like you did when he first died.”

“…”

“Because time Arthur. Even before your death, you had long outlived Uther and time simply mended the open wound in your heart. Now multiply that by 1500 and you have my situation. I simply feel numb whenever I remember the deaths of those whom I still thought fondly of in Camelot.”

Arthur thinks he can finally get what Merlin is trying to say. “I see…that must be quite the experience…”

Morgana rolled her eyes and went back to styling herself, poor Mordred was looking at her like she was this unrecognizable figure...maybe since at one point he served her and she was all serious and broody.

“Can I finish my tale already?”

Arthur gulped, nervous to hear the end of his kingdom…but nodded regardless.

“What I said soon came to pass, not long after the funeral was completed many mages allowed their lust for more to dictate their lives. Blood magic was nearly all over Albion, and this wasn’t restricted to just sorcerers but even those without magic would hire a sorcerer to use the self-serving power to subdue rivals to their positions or keep the peasantry from revolting…it was abhorrent.” Merlin glared at the wall to his left, picturing himself in this exact position years ago looking out his chamber windows in Camelot to see a kingdom unrecognizable to the one he first entered decades prior to that.

“How did all this end?” Mordred was curious since the history books obviously neglected to mention this.

“The Saxons ironically enough shared my opinion; barbarous they may have been…they too saw the rise of Blood Magic and Demons as worthy justifications to continue their onslaught on Albion. Finally they succeeded, I certainly wasn’t going to defend Camelot when they themselves refused to be helped.”

“You just let Camelot be conquered?!” Arthur stood up ready to pummel Merlin in his irrational anger.

Merlin simply crossed his arms and looked at Arthur in a serious expression. “I simply let the consequences of their actions take place, not lifting a finger for either side. What was worth saving for Camelot? All I had known and loved had either died or have been twisted into something hideous. Empires rise and fall Arthur, what makes Camelot the exception to that?”

Arthur in his anger punched the nearby wall making a dent, despite his rage he still can’t truly refute any of what Merlin is saying…but than…?

“How does this in any way prove that magic isn’t evil?!?!”

Mordred flinched at Arthur’s words, feeling like this was Camelot all over again.

Morgana finally had enough, she was ready to shock Arthur to the next millennium, Merlin pulled her back however mentally imploring her to let him handle this.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Merlin, just a zap won’t kill him.”

“Much as I would laugh at the sight, his reaction isn’t unexpected my dear.”

“Next time don’t invite me if I can’t even let loose.”

“Don’t worry I’ll make it up to you.”

“Tck…I’ll hold you to that.” She was definitely going to be brainstorming ideas.

“Were you not paying attention? There were 3 arts of magic and only 1 of them is considered by me as abominable. It was a way for people to completely disregard the very earth that granted them magic in the first place. But even than none of the 3 make someone evil. That’s nonsense, complete and utter rubbish you and Uther say to justify the laws you enacted and enforced.”

“And yet none of this happened when the law was in place!”

“It didn’t happen before it was in place either you dolt.”

“So what than?! How do you explain what went wrong?!”

“It’s simple Arthur. Because your tyrannical fool of a father burned all of the books of not only the Old Religion but of basic magical theory, history and instruction. It prevented people from learning the risks of using the magical arts. People simply saw power, and harvested it without paying the proper respect. Without the bilateral relationship. Blood Magic being the closest you can ever get to so called ‘evil’ magic…if the user was already more inclined towards evil to begin with.”

Arthur scoffed but Merlin wasn’t letting get out of this, rising to his feet and forcefully turning Arthur back towards him.

“It never occurred to you that the hearts of man was always so easily swayed by their natural flaws. Guess what Arthur, not everyone in Camelot turned to Blood Magic in fact many have fought Blood Mages with their own magic and never succumbed to their inner greed. Those are the only people I had warned to flee right before the Saxon invasion. Leaving the rotten to their doom.”

Arthur looked into his eyes with anger yet also exhaustion, so much knowledge so little time to process everything.

Was it really that simply that good people meant good magic and bad people meant bad magic???

Merlin sighed “Look, all I can say today is that I wish things could have been different. But it is what it is, and right now I’m looking towards a brighter future.” With that he turned to his wife, who tried not to let anything show in her expression...but he felt her appreciation at the thought.

“I…I don’t think I can understand your decision-making process Merlin. But I can understand that, for you Camelot was more than a kingdom it was its people.” Arthur sighed, rubbing his forehead to try and quell the headache that had formed.

“You were the same.”

“Not necessarily.”

“You were the King.”

“Yes but clearly I failed my people. Those with magic were also my people.”

“…” I mean…he was right, Merlin had nothing to refute that.

“So I also wish I could have done things differently.”

“…I mean I failed them too, I was too…” Too indecisive, too reactive, too fearful, too easily swayed…too mortal.

Arthur gently put his hands on Merlin’s shoulders, causing the Warlock to jump slightly but looked at Arthur’s gaze.

“I don’t know what the future holds, I can respect that you and Morgana will not take part in whatever Destiny we have. But I would very much like for us to start over. To truly be the friends we couldn’t be before.”

Mordred looked intrigued and somewhat hopeful, Morgana…

Morgana’s expression was blank, even her thoughts were well guarded in case Merlin cold hear them.

Merlin was faced with a choice…did he dare do this? Knowing that this could potentially back fire on him?

Did he want to avoid Arthur forever?

…

Merlin slowly put his own hand on Arthur’s shoulder in return “Starting over? I suppose it’ll be interesting to see how it goes when social statuses aren’t in the way.”

Arthur’s eyes widened than gave a small smile before releasing him.

Merlin turned to the former Druid, assessing him as if looking at a store mannequin. “You too Mordred.”

“I appreciate it Merlin.” Mordred felt like he can finally breathe, truly to be held onto the sins of his past felt suffocating.

Morgana rose, “Well that was lovely but I’m feeling a bit winded, can we go now Merlin?”

Merlin’s concern grew “Are you alright?”

“Yes yes, but I have so many other things to do today remember?”

Merlin knew for a fact she didn’t…but he wasn’t going to let the others know that so he nodded.

“Merlin.”

Merlin turned back to Arthur as the man in question bit his lip in thought “We should try and do something later on, I don’t know something that friends do in these days.”

Merlin scoffed “Wrong guy to ask, Morgana’s the one who loves keeping up with the current trends.”

Well that certainly made things awkward for Arthur.

“One of these days you really have to tell me how you two even work…”

“Okay great, you ready now Merlin?” Morgana wanted to leave like yesterday.

“Yeah.” Merlin followed after her but not before bidding those two farewell. “This was…better than I was expecting, For what it’s worth I do hope that you can survive whatever the Fates throw at you.”

Especially since they hate him for defying their will…

“Thanks, I hope you and Morgana continue to do well.” Mordred gave a thumbs up, Arthur with folded arms gave a nod.

Merlin smiled and walked out of the building to meet Morgana sitting in the driver’s seat.

“What’s wrong? What made you want to leave?”

Morgana’s finger kept tapping the steering wheel, “Can we talk about it later? I’d rather we just go anywhere else, even if it isn’t home.”

Merlin learned his lesson…most likely he didn’t do anything to warrant this reaction from her…he hoped. But he’ll be patient and just be the listening ear.

“It’s still early…Starbucks? I could go for a double espresso”

That at least got a soft smile from Morgana as she started the ignition.

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Morgana was just stirring her coffee with her straw while Merlin had already gone through 3  of their strongest espressos…shocking the patrons and other customers of the Starbucks. She knew he could have a whole kilo of caffeine and not feel a damn thing.

“Way to be subtle Merlin.”

“I aim to please.”

She snorted and shook her head, on some level though she was pleased. This stronger medication seems to be doing a lot more than the old ones. Of course, it was ultimately a temporary bandage on the gaping wound that was Merlin’s own psyche. 

His soul was fractured. And she didn’t want to know what the consequences would be if she didn’t find a more permanent solution soon.

But for now, she tried not to bring more attention to themselves by laughing…because the idiot is trying to toss some peanuts into his mouth. Failing miserably of course as one nubbed him in the eye.

“And you call me the child.” 

Merlin stuck his tongue out “Given the current ratio between us on the immaturity scale I’m still far below you.”

“…Huh?”

Merlin rolled his eyes “You are still a child…I’m just trying to not be as you like to say an old man.” 

Morgana chuckled “And your idea of being youthful is to toss things into your mouth?”

Merlin shrugged…how was he supposed to know?

“Gods you ARE an old man haha.” Now she had to laugh, damn the audience.

“Need we go over this again? You’re older than me.”

“And somehow that’s supposed to help your argument??? Hahaha!” Gods she couldn’t breathe…

Merlin patiently tapped his finger on the table as his wife nearly choked herself in laughter.

“You done?” 

Morgana kept trying to catch her breath, waving him off as a blissful smile remained on her face.

“Well, I got you to smile. My job was well done.”

Morgana blinked…he made a fool of himself just to make her feel better? This man…

She felt Merlin grasp her hand, rubbing it softly with his thumb.

“So…you ready to talk about it yet?”

It being the reason she was feeling all gloomy and moody of course…

Morgana bit her lip, looking around her. “Do we have to talk here? With so many people?”

“And here I thought you were a people person?”

“Ugh, even I need a break once in a while Merlin.”

Merlin gave it some thought…yeah, he didn’t feel like a highly populated caffe was appropriate for what looks to be a deep discussion either.

“I have another idea, up for a walk?” Merlin stood and laid out his arm with an excited grin on his face.

“Hmm what’s he up to?” “To where?” Morgana replied as she hooked her arm through his.

“Okay fine I admit, this is a rather pleasant detour.”

Merlin smiled at his wife’s admission, this nice little hike in Snowdonia was rather soothing.

“Glad you agree, hopefully Cynfab doesn’t mind too much waiting.”

“I’m sure he won’t, he agreed to fly us to Wales after all.”

Merlin shrugged; he did offer to turn Cyn into perhaps a puppy so he could come along but much like his mother…he was rather reluctant to be anything he wasn’t. Understandable.

The hike up the trail to the mountain was a bit of a workout. Merlin would have torn his legs off from their sockets if he were still in the shape he was in before first leaving Ealdor.

Morgana…well she’s lucky she isn’t showing yet because she barely stumbled her way up the path. Occasional moments of heavy breathing but pitifully miniscule compared to Merlin…he just hasn’t really had a reason to walk so much these days okay?! He curses Morgana for getting him too hooked into automobile…

Why did he suggest this again?

Oh yes, sitting here at the top with his arms and legs wrapped from behind the woman he loves truly has no superior feeling.

Morgana just leaned onto his back watching the cloudy sky as if through a microscope. This was nice. Nothing extravagant, just being among life. It made her think about their future, their renewal, their now growing family…Arthur…the Fates…Sigan…

She was taken from her thoughts when she felt Merlin leaning his head on top of hers, emitting much needed warmth in this chilly air.

“I love you, you know that right?” He whispered to her.

“…Yeah, I do too.”

“Please tell me what’s wrong, I can’t fix what I did if I don’t know what I did.” Merlin gently tightened his embrace, closing his arms around her stomach. It felt so nice, she could almost nap here…

“It’s not really what you did so much as what it implies for the future.”

Merlin listened closely, confused but waiting to hear more.

“Merlin…are you sure having Arthur in your life will end well?”

Ah…he should have figured.

“I mean, define ‘in my life’ for me.”

Morgana huffed “As in…well…ugh.” She didn’t know how to get the words out!

“…As in like back in Camelot?”

“…”

Merlin to be honest didn’t really know for sure if he made the right choice as well. But thanks to Morgana’s silence it’s clear as day her opinion of it.

“What is it you’re afraid will happen…aside from the obvious.”

He knew full well the risk of the efforts Arthur was doing to fulfill his Destiny…and that’s another conversation he needs to have with Morgana…but how does he tell her that she was meant to be killed by him?

“It’s no secret the Fates have craved you to return to being Arthur’s little guardian angel. I guess…I guess I just worry that…”

Merlin finally saw where she was heading, this won’t do…

He leaned back and turned her body over to face him, her legs wrapping behind him along with her arms around his shoulders. But what caught him were the tears that Morgana was trying very hard not to shed.

This won’t do at all.

“You fear Arthur will be the end all be all in my life. That Destiny will once more be our dictators? That I will abandon you?”

Morgana just looked at him in silence. What was there to say? He pretty much got all of it.

Merlin hated seeing her like this, to see the woman he gave all of his being to reduced to something so reserved should be a crime.

Grasping her face, he kissed her with a burning passion surprising the Witch with his action. But not so surprising that she didn’t give as good as she got.

The feeling of his lips all over her neck down to her chest, she can never get enough of that…

Once he rid her of her shirt all bet’s were off.

Couple of hours later

They both laid there panting, the cool air on one side but a warm fire near them as well.

Having sex thousands of meters above ground makes you freezing…who knew?

Didn’t help that the sun was setting of course…

Or that you know…they’re too blissed out to put on their clothes…

But that’s neither here nor there.

All that mattered to Morgana was that, he was still here. They were still there. She put a hand on her stomach, trying to feel their child inside…she can’t yet but she can’t wait until she can.

“This changes nothing.”

Morgana turned to her husband who was looking at her with such love in his eyes it turned her heart to mush.

“Me trying to see if Arthur and I are truly friends…is in no way saying that all of our efforts, our fight against the Fates’ will has been for nothing.”

Music to her ears.

“The reason why I even bothered…well you remember I told you about my father, Balinor?”

Morgana nodded “He was the Dragonlord before you?”

“Mhmm. Well, I recall seeing him for the first time ever in that cave of his. I had such wild expectations of what he would be like but, ultimately what I had – at least initially – was a man who let his anger and bitterness at Uther allow him to forget his morals. I didn’t want to be like that. I want to be a good role model for our children, to show them to let their anger out and set it free. If only to prevent them from feeling even more pain the longer they latch onto it.”

Of course, Emrys flashed through Merlin’s mind. But if anything, that proves his efforts are good ones. Perhaps the way to bridge the divide between him and his other half was simply to learn to let things go…? Not necessarily forgiveness, but to simply accept that bad things will happen but it doesn’t have to ruin everything…

Morgana had her finger tracing Merlin’s chest as he spoke, his words…they reminded her of Merlin prior to the war. An echo so to speak. Perhaps he’s healing on his own? Could it really be that easy?

But even so, his words also impressed her. She didn’t think however she had it in her to simply make peace with Arthur. Last time she tried she ended up regretting it…so did he probably. Still, what he said about being a good role model for their children…

“I don’t want our children to suffer either. Whether they have magic or not, I want them to have far better lives than that which we lived.” Morgana really wished she were further along in her pregnancy to feel something, anything.

Merlin hummed and placed his own hand atop hers on her stomach. To think, something beautiful would be emerging in less than a year’s time. Maybe two somethings?

“Morgana, nothing in this world…not Arthur, not the Fates, not Sigan…not even myself can keep this.” Merlin emphasized his hold at her womb “From being the only thing that truly matters to me. You are my everything, and soon we will have what everyone else has. A family.”

The two mages smiled at each other, both shedding tears at the thought of them being parents. They still didn’t know for sure if they had it in them to be the best but, if they can make their children happy and safe they’ll accept it.

Morgana sighed “Does this mean I have to be nice to Arthur?” That didn’t sound appealing to her at all.

Merlin snorted as he turned his gaze back toward the now appearing stars.

“I seriously doubt anyone can make you ‘be nice’ to anyone…”

“Oh, so you do know me well.”

“I would hope so, I did marry the best woman in the world.”

“No one likes a brown-nose Merlin.”

“A…brown-nose?”

Morgana chuckled “Use your imagination Merlin.”

He rolled his eyes before remembering his talk with Freya and the Queen…yeah…he hates to kill the mood, but this has to be let out now before he loses his nerve.

“Hey…remember a couple of days ago when I went to the Lake?”

“Yes, you mentioned the Queen disavowing Cathair and that Freya told you where Mordred lived. Why?”

“I learned some rather…disturbing news.”

Morgana turned to her side, leaning her head on her hand. “If it’s so disturbing why wait until now?”

“Honestly, given the fact that you had a nightmare induced by the Fates and told me you’re pregnant…and threading needles with my own soul…I simply forget.” Not his fault, he still has flaws…

Morgana hummed “Well alright, what was it than?”

“The Queen of the Sidhe told me the Goddess is dead because she brought back Arthur.”

Well that’s definitely a way to start, how does she respond to that? “…She shouldn’t have bothered."

Merlin felt that he had no right to say whether his Divine mother should have or shouldn’t have, still he wished she was still here.

“But there’s more isn’t there?”

“Freya told me that…Destiny was altered.”

Morgana froze, eyes wide open they could have fallen off.

Destiny…altered…?!?!?!

“She doesn’t know how or why, nor the Sidhe since it seems every Seer hasn’t had a vision. Yours was perhaps the first in centuries.”

All of this should be making Merlin happy…but it’s too out of the blue. Why now? How is this all happening? Ever since Arthur was brought back it just felt like everything was accelerating toward something. At least one thing makes sense though…

It’s no wonder the Sisters of Fate have tried their hardest to capitulate Merlin back into their sphere…someone or something changed the course of events yet to be.

“That’s great!”

Merlin blinked and turned back to his wife who was perhaps the most excited he’s seen her in a while.

“Uhhh?”

“Don’t you see?! If Destiny was altered than that means the Fates aren’t all powerful after all!”

Merlin gasped at her words, of course…they can’t claim omnipotence if they’re so easily defied.

“You’re right. It’s just…wow…”

“It no longer matters what my idiot brother does. We have true hope to stick it to the Crones where it hurts…by doing nothing. Absolutely nothing.” Morgana leaned back in a spread-eagle position feeling like she was flying on a cloud.

Merlin wasn’t that quick to dismiss the Fates however. “Yes but…we still don’t know how or why Destiny was changed. Plus it isn’t like the Fates are resting on their asses, they literally scared the shit out of you two nights ago.”

“Clearly an act of desperation. If they were truly in command they wouldn’t need to resort to cowardly tactics. You’d think invading dreams to spite someone would be beneath those who’s dominion is of Destiny.”

“Morgana, I just dare not get my hopes up…we’ve been burnt before.”

She got up to her knees, looking down on him with a smile yet understanding. “Of course, but we’ve also never lived in a world where the future is not written in stone. Don’t you see? We’ll be safe, our family will be safe. As long as we continue to hold the line.”

Merlin finally smiled in return; it did sound amazing. He admires her optimism in the face of overwhelming odds, than again she’s been confident.

“If this means we’re free from the shackles of Fate…than I very much cherish to live in such a world.” He got up kissed her before the fire went out.

“Well guess that’s a sign to get going on home than.” Morgana’s eyes flashed as her clothes reappeared on her.

“Hmm, by the way what do you think of having our renewal in the summer?” Merlin asked as he too was fully clothed once more.

“Perhaps? We never got married near a beach, beach weddings look fun.” She began to brainstorm possible locations.

Merlin’s face turned flat “They only look fun because you no doubt plan to shove me into the water when all is said and done…”

“Dear husband of course I wouldn’t…”

“Mhmm.” With a roll of his eyes, he began his descent down the mountain, his laughing wife following close by.

“So we know it’s a beach but where should we actually do it in?” Morgana felt like they should try some place new.

“I mean if not Albion, where else sounds like a good place for a renewal?”

Morgana hummed “Well we got engaged in Venice, got married in your home village…hmm…”

They kept naming place after place as they walked, both shooting each other down as it simply not feeling like the best place suitable.

“Hey Merlin…what about Japan?”

Merlin patted himself on the back for not reacting…outwardly at least.

On the inside he was in a panic…Japan??? He hasn’t been there since…

He failed to stiffen the shiver that went to his body, than he felt Morgana’s hand on his back.

“If you’re whole idea was to make peace with your past than wouldn’t the next logical step be Japan anyway?”

Logically he knew she was right but…

“Maybe…I don’t know.”

“We don’t have to decide right now of course but, as long as you keep your distance from your fear this will only continue to pester away at your mind.”

“It’s not fear necessarily, just the knowledge that I’ll be unable to separate memory from reality.”

Morgana frowned “I think you’re underestimating yourself; you’ve been remarkably good all day. I know it’s perhaps a bit too fast to know for certain but honestly just last week if you spoke with Arthur you would have definitely blasted him off Mordred’s balcony. Just seeing your mannerisms with him it was almost like you were well you.”

“And what? Having our renewal in Japan will just make everything fine?”

“No. But it will lift the weight of that experience off your shoulders. I do actually want us to go there again but if you really feel that you can’t than we’ll pick someplace else.”

Merlin was torn…of course he would like to say yes…but he didn’t know if he could say yes.

Still Morgana raised valid points, he can’t truly be the best father he can be if he still has ghosts…plus it’s not like they’re having the renewal in Nagasaki…

“…If I say yes…do you have a beach in mind?”

Morgana hugged him, pleased to see he was taking the steps necessary to move on from his trauma. “Well I’ll have to get back to you on that, but at least now we can narrow it down.”

Merlin nodded, still feeling uneasy but this time he’ll have Morgana with him…it won’t be like before…

Nearing the end they could see Cynfab, no doubt returning since any lingering mortals have finally left the area.

“By the way, we don’t exactly have friends with the current identities we possess. Should it just be us and the Dragons?”

Morgana bit her lip…she was going to regret this wasn’t she…?

“I mean…if you think we should bring Mordred and…Arthur…I guess it’s fine…”

Merlin looked shocked, the thought hadn’t even occurred to him.

“Well, do you want them to be there?”

“I’m asking you Merlin.”

“But why?”

“Well it’s only fair I guess since I’m asking you to give Japan another chance…I may as well do my part in mending the past.”

“…You’ll let me know if you change your mind?”

“When don’t I?”

Merlin chuckled “Fair point.”

Finally they reached their grandson who awoke at the sound of their voices. “Father, grandmother, I must say this climate doesn’t seem so appealing to me. I’ll never understand why you choose to live in a land so cold.”

Morgana laughed and rubbed the blue Dragon’s snout “Don’t worry Cyn, we’re leaving right now.”

Merlin nodded as Cynfab felt relief, the air was irritating on his scales.

“By the way my boy, did you manage to find a new home yet?” Merlin asked as they both got on his back and flew off back to the cottage.

“I believe so, the volcano you call Haleakalā seems very suitable for me.”

“Ah so you’re in Hawaii than” Morgana felt they didn’t go there enough, maybe they should change that at some point?

“Indeed grandmother, the land around it is empty. Nearest civilization of humans being a good distance away.”

“Did you tell your mother?” Merlin asked.

“I did, she seems to have deemed it acceptable when I showed it to her. Of course she still wishes I kept closer to the family.”

“Aithusa’s always loved you Cyn. It’s practically what any mother wants even if they’re children leave the nest at some point.” Morgana looked at her stomach as she said those words, will she feel as Aithusa? Only time will tell.

“Perhaps, I just wish she would remember that I’m not a hatchling anymore…” They could almost hear the annoyance in the sapphire Dragon’s voice…which made them laugh.

“Cyn, you are a hatchling compared to us. Even now you sounded like some teenager thinking he’s ready to take on the world haha.” Merlin wiped his eyes, regaining his breath.

“Tck…I’ve been on my own for centuries father, I don’t need mother being so involved in my business.”

“Oh Cyn, just remember that one day you’ll miss your mother babying you. She’s old, someday she will no longer be among us and you will look back at those memories with both fondness and yearning.” Merlin rubbed his scales while Morgana looked saddened at the reminder that while they were everlasting…their daughter was not.

“…Yeah I know…sorry father.”

“Nonsense Cyn, just remember to tell your mother AND your siblings that you love them.”

“…Fine.”

Morgana rolled her eyes, he wasn’t fooling anyone. He loved his family.

As they landed, they bid Cynfab farewell and watched him fly beyond the horizon. It wasn’t too late so Morgana prepped a quick meal she grew fond of while hiding from Inquisitors in Spain, Paella. All this starting from…

“You never tried Paella?!”

Merlin shook his head, “Not like I’ve had much reason to go to Spain often.”

...Good grief...

Morgana shoved the serving plate in front of him and…oh great she’s streaming this.

“So guys, this is Billy’s first time eating a Spanish Paella. I made it with my own two hands…so of course it’s going to be amazing!” Morgana than turned her phone over to Merlin who looked annoyed at her continued insistence on broadcasting their lives.

“Remember when I said to warn me before you do this?”

“Oops forgot, sorry.”

“Yeah…”

“Come on! Try it!”

“Alright alright! Cógelo suave, yo me lo voy a comer.” Merlin waved her off and began to blow on the hot rice with shrimp beans and chicken.

“Awe muchas gracias marido.”

Merlin grunted and finally tried the damn thing…it wasn’t bad. Savory not sweet, not too salty either.

“Well?!”

“…It’s alright.”

“You love it.”

“Let’s not get crazy now okay?”

“You heard it everyone, Billy freaking loves it and why not?! I’m so fabulous I outta compete in Master Chef.”

Merlin rolled his eyes at her ego trip, whatever he’ll finish this food in the privacy of their room.

And if someone – NOT HIM – managed to disrupt the internet which caused a very angry witch to scream bloody murder at him from downstairs to which he laughed……oh well not his fault.

Chapter Text

2 months later

Once Morgana had finished castrating Merlin…not literally…it was remarkably quiet.

Now usually that should be a good thing, but for the life of him Merlin cannot help but shake the feeling of dread on the horizon…

Arthur and Mordred were doing their own thing, he and Morgana asked no questions nor did they want answers. As to them mending their relationship well…it’s still a work in progress.

It’s just awkward. He and Arthur still haven’t really taken the time to be alone with one another in person. Sure there’s the occasional phone call, but well according to Morgana it’s “the saddest 2 minute phone calls in our entire existence” so yeah…work in progress.

There’s some headway with Mordred, Merlin feels that perhaps the Druid boy was yet another person he betrayed in a long list of people in the name of Destiny. It didn’t appear as though Mordred still held that grudge, if anything he himself was happy to see that they can move on from that portion of their history. As least for Morgana; while it’s hard for her to view Mordred as a son like she did in the old days, she does see him in a more positive light given that she now has the knowledge that the will of the Fates have been defied...of course on that Merlin remains staunchly skeptical.

Still, she’s been very relaxed. It's hard to imagine that pregnancy can change that even when it progresses.

Speaking of, Morgana’s now getting all bumpy in her belly. It’s something so marvelous that Merlin fell to his knees once they both actually took the time to realize something had changed.

He knew it was real before but now it really was happening. He’s going to be a father...

For a second, he wished he didn’t take that vile medication so that he can hear what Emrys has to say about it. Merlin can still always feel his other half’s presence but given that the effects of the pills were predictably beginning to lessen the longer he takes them, it’s reasonable to expect Emrys to once more bluntly make his presence known.

But he isn’t even showing up.

Not a single word.

Merlin didn’t agree with his other half’s extreme philosophy but, this is the furthest they are to healing their soul and he should be here front and center to witness the creation of their own flesh and blood with him. Together. 

He told Morgana to give her search for a cure a rest, she needs to focus on the pregnancy without the added stress. Of course she continues to insist that she's fine and that Merlin is blowing smoke.

Merlin secretly has been losing hope of ever healing his divided soul…probably best not to make it obvious in front of her.

After a rare occasion of walking amongst the mortals in the park, they finally decided to get an early night’s rest.

At least until Merlin staunchly woke up in startled confusion.

What was this feeling?

It was like the Earth itself was calling to him but from where?

It wasn’t in Albion that was for sure…

This feeling was too strong to ignore, it was the very planet itself asking him for help. But from what?

He thought about calling Aithusa but, well she did say she was going to focus on helping Arthur and Mordred figure out their purpose. Fine, but he hopes that they get that done with fast because he really misses her.

Well, he hopes Cynfab hasn’t gone back to sleep yet…

He turned back to his wife, still sleeping soundly. He softly caressed her face, he should wake her but…he fears she’ll want to come. It’s not like he wouldn’t want her to, of course but…

Merlin recalls the fight with Cathair, how her magic and overall energy just failed her. Being pregnant was always going to have its challenges but this one was particularly dangerous when it came to battle. While she isn’t helpless without it, Merlin is terrified at the thought of something happening to her and the babies.

Babies…it seems with each day it feels like the vision of hers seems to be more real. It’s odd, if Destiny can be altered than who’s to say they’ll have twins at all? But it feels like they’re having twins. He can’t explain it but he’s confident it’ll happen.

He magicked a quill and paper…yes a quill. He gets old when he’s stressed okay?!

Once he folded it he placed it on her night table, he magicked on his clothes and a brown hooded cloak over them. Luckily his magic kept his footsteps silent, else he’d have much explaining to do to the missus…

Yucatan, Mexico

Merlin figures he should wait until he reaches deeper into the forests before calling Cynfab, he wonders if this is only him who’s feeling this disturbance in the wind. Do the Dragons sense it as well?

“O Drakon, e male so ftengometta tesd'hup'anankes!”

Around thirty or so minutes later, Cynfab finally landed.

“Father? What is wrong, did something happen to Grandmother?”

“No Cynfab. But judging from your question it’s safe to assume that you haven’t felt this unnatural disturbance in the world?”

“Disturbance? Of what kind Father?”

Merlin turned toward the direction he felt the planet pointing him towards. “That’s what I aim to find out Cyn.”

Merlin got on his back and they flew off west, over the Atlantic.

“Father I must say I’m surprised that Grandmother chose not to accompany you. Usually for matters this serious you’re hardly apart.”

“…”

“Father…?

“She isn’t even awake Cyn. She can’t come with me.”

The Blue Dragon was confused “But why?”

“Morgana’s pregnancy hinders her ability to properly utilize her powers.”

“Ah yes she’s carrying my sibling.”

“Essentially.”

“I forget Father that for human females they don’t lay eggs like mother.”

“…Well now I can’t get the image of Morgana laying an egg out of my mind…”

The closer they got to the New World the more precise the disturbance became.

“Hmm it seems to be coming from Mexico…”

Merlin wondered what could have happened there; he directed Cynfab toward what appeared to be the source of the disturbance.

When they landed, it still seemed like nothing was making sense to Merlin.

Here they were in the Mayan ruins of Chichen Itza…except it’s essentially destroyed.

The ominous moon looking gloomy at the witching hour, the very air around here was foul…filthy. Merlin had to keep himself from gagging, while Cynfab growled at the atmosphere.

“Fly around Cyn, no need to wait here until I call for you.” He patted his snout while his grandson leaped into the air and flew somewhere close by.

Merlin observed the destruction, with golden eyes he saw leftover traces of magic filtering the air. Was there a fight? And even if there was…who was fighting?

It didn’t feel like Sidhe magic…that leaves only one suspect.

Cornelius Sigan.

The Mayan pyramid that was already in a ruined state before this was practically unrecognizable now…being nothing more than large rubble. Of course, as Merlin got closer to the site he saw it.

An entrance, leading beneath the ground.

Remarkable, this was hidden beneath the Pyramid? Merlin guessed the Mayans had their own way of getting to it and Sigan being Sigan got impatient and simply blasted the thing to bits.

“Well, time to see what brought him here.” Merlin’s eyes enhanced his vision to see clearly in the dark. If he were a lesser man, he’d probably be scared right now.

But he knew what real fear looked like, felt like.

As Merlin walked down the stone stairs deep into the tunnel, he noticed that there was hardly any dust.

“Well makes sense, since Sigan was just here. But what could be down here and how did no one else discover this until now?”

Finally, he reached the bottom which had lit torches on the walls. Curious. But there was a forked path, a diverging hallway that Merlin now had to choose which to go through.

“Hmm now what?”

Good thing Morgana forced him to watch those architectural films…what was it again? Indiana Jones? Which means surely one of these passageways leads to a trap.

However…

Merlin’s golden pupils dived into a deeper plane and saw the power oozing from the path on the right, which was the only path without lit torches.

“Sigan is clearly trying to play tricks on me.”

Merlin carefully walked toward the dark path, once more enhancing his vision to pierce the dark shadows. Keeping an eye on everything in sight, the carvings, the statues of Mayan mythological beasts, even the insects. Anything could strike him at any moment.

He reached an abyss, a chamber appeared on the other side but with no clear path Merlin was going to have to improvise.

“If Cornelius truly thinks this can stop me, he’s gotten arrogant in his new life.”

Merlin’s eyes gleamed with power as he transformed into a raven and flew across the abyss to reach the chamber entrance. The entrance itself looking worse for wear.

Once he stepped through, he could spot a small orange light at the end of the tunnel. Keeping his guard up he made his way to it, upon entering the lit room he was astounding to see that many of the inscriptions and carvings have been destroyed. The room’s ceiling looks to be a sort of map of the solar system itself.

“Goodness, what was Sigan doing here? What could he have wanted at a place like this?”

And it seems that Sigan feared he would be followed, destroying the only means of deducing his plan was something meant to stifle his efforts…but it won’t work.

“He forgets that time bends to my will. His delay tactics won’t help him.”

Just as Merlin was about to perform the spell necessary to tell him what happened here, he ducked to his knees before blasting his would-be assailant to the wall.

Merlin rose back up and glared at the figure, the dust and rubble gathering making it a bother to see clearly. But once the…woman…???

“You’re not Sigan.”

This woman looked…unnatural. What looks to originally have been tanned skin also had a palish tint to it, blood red eyes, fangs, claws. Her only garment being what looks to be an old Mayan white and red women’s dress.

Fascinating, Merlin thinks he knows what he’s dealing with.

“You’re a Tlahuelpuchi.”

The creature cocked its head and gave a wide smirk.

Great so essentially Merlin is dealing with a Mayan vampire…fun…

“Yet another interloper dares to intrude upon this treasured ground. The last human to defile this place may have escaped me, but you won’t live to regret coming here.” The Tlaxcala seemed very bloodthirsty…oh wait duh.

Merlin deduced that the fact that she spoke the Mayan language must mean…

“You’ve been here for centuries?”

“My duty was to guard these catacombs from outsiders! Only the Shamans have authority to enter this place of knowledge!”

Merlin almost felt bad for her, does she even know that the Mayans haven’t been around in ages?

“But your people are gone, why do you still hold your post when you could have been free?”

Look who’s talking…

The Tlaxcala cocked her head “I was brought forth by the last Shaman for the sole purpose of protecting the secrets that lie here. I can never leave. And even so I failed.”

Blood magic. To turn a woman into a creature so hideously foul is sickening.

How easy it became to now pity the creature before him. Merlin pondered his options as he began to wonder.

“…No spell is beyond my reach. If you want, I can free you from the shackles your Shaman placed on you and set you free. So long of course as you don’t cause any trouble.”

“No. I decline.”

Merlin blinked, that wasn’t the response he expected.

“What? You deny yourself freedom?”

“My people may be gone, but their descendants live on. I will only be free from one of my own. I will never accept the aid of an outsider.”

Merlin sighed “Those descendants much like many mortals today, don’t even believe beings like us exist my dear. They dismiss us as mere myths. Fantasy. A child’s fairy tale. You hope for the impossible.”

The Tlaxcala growled “And yet I failed in my duty, by failing to keep not one but two outsiders from breaching these catacombs. So if you and he could find this place so too could the children of my people!”

Merlin wondered if he had been this overzealous back in Camelot.

“I’m sorry about what Cornelius Sigan did to this place. I assure you though I’m not here to defile anything. I’m here to discover the truth of his intentions in this place and to put a stop to him once and for all.”

“A convenient way to let my guard down, but I will never trust an outsider…”

Well shit…

The Tlaxcala charged at Merlin who merely pushed her back with a gust of wind, not really wanting to fight her but hoping she’ll tire out at some point.

That is until she let out a shriek that made Merlin cover his ears and made it feel like the earth itself was shaking.

He barely had anytime to dodge her claws, as he aimed to blast her away again he was shocked to see that she herself erupted a barrier.

“You have magic?”

“Shouldn’t Emrys know this by now?”

“…Fair enough.”

“Look just because I’m the center of magic doesn’t mean I know everyone who has it…”

Still, it doesn’t look like it’s anything related to the earth at all. This Tlaxcala is using dark magic.

Great, as if Merlin didn’t feel dirty enough already…

Merlin gripped his fist trying to shatter the barrier before him...something's wrong he should have easily shattered it by now...?

Merlin actually felt his magic pulling against him the more he exerts effort...

Damnit! Of all the times..!!!

Despite this the former woman's barrier shattered, aghast at this the Tlaxcala turned invisible.

Merlin cursed his lack of knowledge on Mayan mythology, never did he expect to have to battle one of their creatures. At least fighting someone invisible is relatively simple...now if his magic can be composed long enough for him to win that would be great.

“I hope you realize that this isn’t going to accomplish anything for you.”

Merlin kept himself from using his enhanced hearing, those wails of hers could prove dangerous if he isn’t careful.

Chuckles could be heard all around the room.

Merlin kept looking around in circles, getting frustrated at not being able to spot her. As soon as he heard a sound, turns and still nothing to be seen.

“…”

Just as Merlin was about to finally just collapse the entire chamber, he felt the vampiric sorceress tightly grip his neck and bite him viciously!

“Ugh…get off of me!” Merlin tried to pry her off but her grip was surprisingly strong, he felt himself losing control over his body. His skin turning ashen pale and veins turning black.

“Emrys, your blood is the best I’ve ever tasted, if only I were not bound to keep outsiders from entering…I’d keep you as my meal forever.” The Tlaxcala licked the blood off her lips in a satisfying grin as Merlin wobbled to his knees, trying desperately to keep himself up.

Well shit, it feels like he’s poisoned.

He doesn’t have much time…he needs to think of something fast.

“Think! What’s a Tlahuelpuchi’s weakness?!”

Merlin really wished he brushed up on all his mythology, he sure as hell will once this is over…

Ah yes…!

Merlin removed his wedding ring and tossed it over at the Tlaxcala who kept hissing, backed away from it.

“Metal. That’s your weakness.”

The vampire stood clear of the tiny metal as her power began to weaken, Merlin with the last of his strength placed her in cold iron chains hooked to the wall.

Merlin vomited out black goo as his body began shutting down, hearing the words of the Tlaxcala before he saw black.

“Ughhh!!!! Emrys! How dare you?! The spirits of my people will never allow you to have a moment’s peace for this!!!”

Unknown time later

Merlin gasped awake…was it a dream???

Ow!!! No…he feels awful.

He looked in his surroundings and saw that he was in the ruined chamber. Yep it was real.

And there was the Tlaxcala who seems to have settled down and glared at him with such hatred.

Boo fucking hoo…

Merlin looked at his arms, his skin was still ashen pale but at least the black veins have lightened up a bit.

Merlin must have died.

“Not everyday that that happens.”

Gods…Morgana’s gonna be so pissed.

Merlin doesn’t even know how long he was dead for. It doesn’t look like things have changed all that much.

“You’ve returned to finish your work than, tck…as if the secrets of my people haven’t been pillaged enough.”

Merlin steadily got up to his feet, before looking at the vampire.

“For the last time, I’m not here to desecrate anything. Don’t you think I would have simply brought this place down if I were? An earthquake, an explosion, it’d be very simple. I’m only here because I have my own vendetta against Cornelius Sigan. I won’t rest until his evil is purged from this world.” Purged. Ironic.

“…”

Merlin turned to the now even more ruined inscriptions on the wall. Looking around this place appears to be how the Mayans used their knowledge of the stars and greater cosmos at large to leave something behind but what could it be?

“Only one way to find out.”

Merlin sat in a meditative position, closing his eyes. Once he cleared his mind, he reopened them in a flash of gold. The clocks turned back, once he stopped he began to play everything back.

He saw the early Mayans constructing this room, then killing off the builders to avoid them spreading the knowledge to others. It looks like the carvings on the wall were the planets…

The largest of them all being the sun with the rest of the solar system next to it.

The Conjunction…

The Mayans studied the alignment of worlds so much so that they kept it inscribed.

The inscriptions that they wrote…those were telling the tales on how the Conjunction lessens the distance between the world of man and of the gods.

But what does that mean necessarily? Why protect this secret?

Perhaps they must have thought that the divine lived on other planets he supposed?

But that’s just one interpretation out of many. Merlin needed to learn more…

He sped through some centuries and saw what looks to be a Shaman and a woman.

“This must be her…”

The Shaman sliced off his palm and dropped it on the woman, chanting a ritual and the blood began to transform her from a person into the Tlahuelpuchi she is today.

“Abominable…”

Merlin sped through the rest of the events until finally he got to what brought him here. A robed figure binding the Tlaxcala in place with dark magic, then reading through all of the carvings and inscriptions before destroying it all.

Merlin couldn’t see Sigan’s face…but he doesn’t know if he’s annoyed or relieved.

He ended the spell and breathed, what a mess. Clearly Cornelius has something planned with the Conjunction but as to what specifically he doesn’t know.

“Lessen the distance between man and gods…that’s all I have to go on. A rough translation, it couldn’t be more vague.”

Merlin got up; he was done here. He had to leave now less he lose himself in endless speculation.

He made sure to pick up his ring and place it back on his finger…in a way Morgana saved him.

Oh…Morgana…right…

Right before Merlin left the chamber, he turned back to the Tlaxcala who at this point just looked relieved that he was leaving.

“Those chains will disappear in a matter of hours…just long enough for you to calm down. I do hope that one day you’ll change your mind about staying here. It can’t be a happy existence for one like yourself.”

The Tlaxcala turned away, not wanting to be pitied.

Merlin shook his head and began his exit.

Things outside however were hectic to say the least...

For one, the sun was out. Didn't help his worry on how long he's been dead. Making sure his hood was in place, Merlin hid behind the large rocks of rubble that surrounded the entrance to the catacombs.

Second, mortals. Mortals everywhere.

It Makes sense, you can’t just destroy an ancient ruin and tourist spot without attracting attention from the entire world…

Pompeii says hello.

Merlin cursed at the development. Mexican authorities and media personnel littered the entire area. How was he going to escape undetected?

He could just use magic, if he didn’t still feel the after effects of the vampire’s bite. It’ll be a bit before he’s 100%.

Still, he needs a distraction…

Merlin mentally reached out to his grandson.

“Cynfab? Are you close by?”

“Father?! What happened?! I felt that your presence vanished two days ago!”

“Two day?! Shit!!!”

“I didn’t know what to do, I wasn’t sure if you were dead or not…”

“I’m sorry for worrying you my boy, but I’m alright now.”

“The Mortals came here not long after your aura disappeared, perhaps I should have gone with you…”

“Never blame yourself Cyn! I’m the one who sent you away and I’m glad I did. As for these mortals, can you start a forest fire that will spread?

“Of course! These humans will scatter like rats!”

From his location Cynfab breathed his mighty blue flames on the trees closest to the ruins, the flames themselves turning a typical orange upon contact. Can’t exactly show blue fire just willy nilly around these critters.

Merlin chuckled as he saw everyone panic and flee on their vehicles as they noticed the fire and how quickly it was spreading.

“Remind me to fix the trees when we’re a distance away Cyn.”

“I doubt you’ll need it Father.”

Finally, Merlin ran towards the spot they originally landed on as Cynfab landed in front of him. Hugging his grandson’s snout for all his worth, he began to call forth rain from the Amazon Rainforest to the south. Surely it can spare some rain for an hour or two? He’ll have the spell send it back after that.

“Come Cyn…let’s leave this place behind.”

As they took off back across the Atlantic, Merlin was lost in thought.

“Aside from Sigan’s goal…something else is bothering me.”

He should have been stronger than this. His magic was there as always, his control superb but…it felt off balance somehow…

He didn’t feel like himself.

Merlin bit his lip, well he sure as hell wasn’t pregnant so that’s out.

“Emrys…are you there?”

No answer.

He was still ignoring him it seems.

“Emrys please, I don’t know what’s going on.”

Still nothing.

“Aren’t you concerned at all what’s happening to us???”

Merlin may as well be talking to a wall.

“You know what fine, behave this way if you want! I’ll figure it out myself!”

Merlin really wished Emrys would just answer him…even if it’s to insult him.

“Father, did you find what you were looking for?”

“I’m not sure Cyn. All I know for certain is that our struggle has only just begun. I fear that the battle ahead will be one unlike any I’ve ever been in.”

“Was it that bad?”

“…”

Taking his silence for an answer the Blue Dragon quickened his pace, no doubt to give the good news to Morgana that hey…he’s back…

Once they landed near the cottage, Merlin took one more look at himself.

His clothes were fucked, black blood everywhere, rips and tatters.

The only thing still looking good as new was his ring. That counts right?

“Well…can’t drag this out forever…”

“I mean technically you can Father. You and Grandmother are immortal.”

“Thanks Cyn…real helpful.”

“My pleasure, good luck.” With that, his grandson took off.

Merlin with trepidation walked toward the front door…but just as he opened it he was sent hurling back towards the tree.

“Ow….”

He dizzily looked up as he saw a very very pissed off Morgana standing in front of him.

Now normally it’s never a good idea to make his wife angry…add onto the fact that she’s now pregnant and you pretty much chose death.

Merlin can’t even tell which are her own emotions and which are the hormones.

Probably would be smart if he just didn’t ask…

“You motherfucker!”

Yep…she’s mad…

Maybe he can talk his way out of this?

“…Honey I’m home?”

Her response?

She giggled then started to laugh.

Merlin feeling like he just won the lottery gave a soft laugh of his own.

Pretty soon they were both laughing their asses off…

Until Morgana suddenly stopped laughing and knocked him unconscious…

Yeah…fun.

Chapter Text

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting a little too much…?”

“Shut up Merlin!”

When Merlin came to…well let’s just say he had mixed feelings.

On one hand he can understand why his vengeful wife would be pissed at him.

On the other…

“You literally have me chained up over a pot of acid…”

Never let it be said that Morgana wasn’t creative with her punishments.

At the very least she healed his injuries while he was out cold…

“And I’m still debating whether or not to just dunk you in or keep you guessing for an undisclosed period of time!”

Morgana was definitely not in the mood to entertain any of Merlin’s attempts to lighten the situation. He completely disregarded her concerns and just left in the dead of night only to vanish for two days!

“Morgana…”

“You didn’t even have the balls to look me in the eye before doing something stupid! No! All I got was a bloody note that couldn’t be more vague!” Morgana yelled, taking the crumbled paper from her pocket. “Morgana, something important came up, I’ll be back, see you soon.” She then threw the note at Merlin’s head before bouncing off into the acid below.

“Hmm…well this sucks…”

“I mean…something did come up…”

Morgana’s golden eyes tightened the chains causing Merlin to groan. Okay so maybe he should stop being a smartass…but come on was the acid really necessary???

“O-Okay so maybe I fucked up by taking the coward’s way out?!” Merlin gritted out.

“You think?”

“I think? I actually know I fucked up!” Merlin really hopes she’ll burn out faster than these chains can dice him up!

“You’re just so….UGH!” She released her grip and the chains loosened back to their normal strength…yay…

“Morgs please, don’t exert yourself too much. Punish me all you want but at least take breaks in between, yes?” Didn’t Merlin just say he was going to take this seriously just a moment ago? Good grief…

Morgana returned her glare towards him and was about to send him into the bubbly acid until she actually had to sit down on the bed less she actually feint.

“Well this is embarrassing…” She cursed herself.

Morgana finally sighed as her anger simply turned to mere exhaustion and a bit of hurt.

“Do you have any clue as to how I felt waking up not to my infuriatingly dumb husband…but a piece of paper???”

Merlin tried hard to resolve himself but how can he not feel shame when it seems as though his intentions to keep Morgana safe just ended up hurting her anyway?

“I—”

“If that weren’t bad enough, to feel your aura dissipate for two days???”

“I’m—”

“I hate that you made me feel that way Merlin. It felt almost exactly like when Sigan captured you during the war.”

“…” Well shit.

“Then you have the gall to just waltz back with that fucking grin as if you didn’t just give me the fright of my life!”

“…”

“Nothing to say? No annoying quips? Poorly timed zingers?”

“…I’m sorry for hurting you like this.”

“Yeah you are sorry aren’t you.” Morgana shook her head, taking deep breaths to steady her heart rate back to normal. “For a moment I thought that was it...”

“…?”  

“I know you can’t truly die, but each time it happens I always get that little annoying pesky thought in the back of my mind that goes ‘maybe he actually did it?’ because what else am I supposed to think?”

Merlin could see her try hard to keep any tears from escaping her eyes, he wishes he could wipe them away…well he could with magic but he doesn’t think it would be appreciated right this second.

“The point is Merlin, death isn’t the only way you could be taken away from…from us.” Morgana gently touched her stomach, Merlin’s gaze turned into a solemn one.

“Morgana, I’m sorry that I hurt you with my lack of forethought.”

“Wow, I feel so much better.”

“I can’t be sorry for not taking you with me.”

Morgana’s anger returned with a vengeance as she tightened the chains once again.

Merlin groaned but still forced his words out anyway. “L-Look, where I went it…was the smartest move I made…it wasn’t something to be taken lightly…!!!”

Morgana this time lowered Merlin closer to the acid, her emotions only growing more volatile at the sound of his words.

“I won’t apologize for that! What do you think would happen to me if you and our children were hurt or worse?!” Merlin could practically taste the acid, just a few more centimeters and he’s fried…

Morgana’s grip finally dropped as she couldn’t keep things up anymore. She collapsed back on the bed. Once the chains and acid dissolved Merlin rubbed his head from the fall and quickly made his way to his wife, feeling her forehead.

“I’ll get you some water, oh and food, and perhaps warm up the room? Or maybe—”

“Would you stop already? I’m fine.” Morgana shook Merlin’s hand off her head and turned her gaze out toward the window.

Merlin sighed, but went to get all that he felt she needed anyway.

When he arrived at the kitchen he decided to ditch the water - that was too pedestrian, too plain, too easy -  so he decided to boil some tea with peppermint and ginger. 

Food? Hmm that’s a bit tricky, Morgana’s taste was all over the place. She couldn’t even smell rice anymore without puking…

The only miracle was she was even sick of pineapple pizza, small mercies right? 

“Hmm…if I were a pregnant witch what would I want to eat?”

Well she’s been obsessed with burritos lately, and chocolate…

“Aha! Chocolate Chili Burrito!” 

Only one problem.

He doesn’t know how to make the fucking thing. Nor does he have the patience to learn. 

“Well, I have to get it from someone else than,” Merlin’s eyes flashed and a paper bag stuffed with two chocolate chili burritos inside from a random Mexican restaurant. “I’m sure they won’t notice anything…”

Merlin then turned up the thermostat for the entire house, privately agreeing with Morgana that this perhaps was a decent invention. That settled the temperature, is he missing anything?

“Hmm maybe she could use some extra blankets? Pillows? Oh maybe some wine? No no! She’s pregnant!” 

Merlin thought about it some more before deciding “Fuck it, I’ll just rub her feet if she complains!”

Once he returned to their room with all that he promised, Morgana was still just laying on their bed staring at nothing out the window with a solemn look. She turned towards him when she heard his steps and rolled her eyes. 

“I told you I’m fine.” 

Merlin brought the pillow closer to Morgana’s head, quickly pulled the blanket from under her and wrapped it over her.

Morgana slapped away his hands “Stop with all the fussing! I’m still pissed at you!” 

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be both pissed AND comfortable.” 

Morgana’s veins were about to pop until she sniffed the bag Merlin placed on her night table.

“Is that…?”

“Yep.”

“...”

“Do you want it or–”

Merlin gulped as he saw Morgana tearing apart the bag and demolishing the burritos as if she never ate before in her life…which was a really really long one…

“I’ll take that as a yes…”

This felt more than a mere pregnancy craving however. Morgana must have been so stressed out she neglected to eat, the thought just made Merlin feel worse.

*Burp* Morgana laid out a satisfying one as she washed it all down with the tea before finally looking like she’s well…not pissed off?

“If this were the old days Uther would be aghast that you actually burped…so ‘unladylike’ and demand you hold it in until you combusted…or something. ” 

Morgana snorted “If this were the old days I’d have skewered him like a fish.” 

“You’ll hear no arguments from me.”

“No, I hear nothing from you at all.”

“Morgana.”

“Tell me why. Why would you just leave me behind?” Morgana looked Merlin in the eye, waiting to hear how he worms his way out of this one. 

Merlin sighed, is it really that difficult for her to see why?

“Morgana, you’re pregnant.”

“No shit.”

“Under normal circumstances of course I would have brought you with me but clearly these aren’t normal circumstances.”

“Hogwash. I’m not made of glass that I can’t handle anything all of a sudden!”

Merlin’s gaze turned flat as he quirked a brow at his wife. “You quite literally nearly feinted while trying to burn me in acid.”

“…”

“Lest you also forget our battle with Cathair?”

“I did more than you in than fight!”

Merlin doesn’t point out that of course she did, she had her powers. But he knew Morgana just hated feeling useless, he understood the feeling well.

“Morgana, this pregnancy is making it dangerous for you to do much of anything magically generic wise, let alone for combat purposes.”

Morgana gritted her teeth, her hands gripping the blanket tightly.

“Caterina Sforza was pregnant and she took control of Rome for nearly 2 weeks!”

Merlin rolled his eyes “Sforza wasn’t a mage.”

“She was far longer into her pregnancy than I am now!”

“Still wasn’t a mage.”

“I don’t need magic to be dangerous Merlin, I thought you would have known that already.”

“Are you seriously telling me you’re going to be sword wielding while pregnant?”

“If an average mortal managed to do it, then so can I.”

Merlin sighed “Morgana, I implore you to see where I’m coming from. Since the day we married we’ve tried…endlessly for you to get pregnant. Each time we think we succeeded only for every one of them to fail in some form or another. And each time it does I keep seeing pieces of you die inside. Now you're asking me to just forget all of that and hope that this time we’ll get lucky?”

Morgana bit her lip, well no it’s not like she just forgot but…

“This is the furthest we’ve ever come, why must we overplay our hand? What is the big fuss if I must take on the burden of marching into the unknown alone?”

Morgana turned back to him as she stated strongly “Because we made a vow to each other Merlin. We both swore to always be there for each other. That means marching into hell and back together . We’re supposed to be a team remember?”

“…I would never forgive myself if you and our…”

“It’s not like I’ll be a sitting duck Merlin, if anything it’s you I’m more worried about.”

Merlin looked confused, she responded “I should be fine if I avoid straining my magic, I just need to stay in top physical form when using my sword. You? Need I remind you that your aura vanished for 2 days? Something clearly managed to get you, what was it?”

Merlin sat at the end of the bed with his legs folded. “Well, I awoke in the dead of night, hearing the Earth’s pleas for help that wouldn’t not cease. After I left Cyn and I made our way to the Chichen Itza ruins in Mexico where I had felt the disturbance. As I got there, Sigan’s residue of dark magic was polluted all over the atmosphere.”

“What was he after?”

“Well, the entire pyramid was reduced to rubble, but secret tunnels beneath were revealed and once I entered the inner most chamber I encountered a Tlahuelpuchi.”

“A what…? I can’t say I’m familiar.”

“Essentially, it’s someone who was turned into what could be considered a vampire. The Mayan shaman who was responsible for creating it performed a ritual via blood magic on a woman centuries ago to protect the chamber’s secrets.”

Morgana’s face grew bitter, that sounds awful.

“We battled, but…it’s as if my magic was, it wasn’t necessarily weaker however…”

“What happened?”

“It was like we weren’t ugh what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Did it feel like you were lagging?”

“Huh?” Merlin looked at her like she was speaking gibberish.

“You know like how those games kids play nowadays keep falling behind due to lack of serious internet connection?” Morgana really thinks this makes any sense to him…

“…No I don’t know. And now I worry that you do.”

“Well I’ve dabbled in a few but I must say I’m more partial to horror games if anything.”

“…Right.”

“Okay you can continue.”

“So glad I have your permission dear wife.”

“You’re most welcome peasant boy.” At least she was smirking again, that’s a good sign.

“Like I’ve never heard that one before.”

“To be fair you always said you took pride in being a country bumpkin.” Morgana shrugged her shoulders sporting a satisfying smirk. 

“Anyway, her bite was poisonous and my strength was sapping. I had to act fast and bind her somehow.”

“So her bite is what did you in?”

“Indeed.” Merlin looked sheepishly at his lap.

“Why didn’t you just destroy her? All this dancing around when you could have just turned her to ash. Even if your magic wasn’t in tandem with you, it shouldn’t have been hard at all for you to simply combust her.”

“I didn’t really want to…she was like looking at a mirror. Waiting there for ages on the vain promise of a savior? Sound like anyone to you?”

Morgana turned away, not wanting to answer that.

“Morgana I think these pills are doing more harm than good. Ever since the war my magic just hasn’t felt the same. Even more so when I started taking that damn medication.”

Morgana sighed, “I know Merlin. This was never the ideal scenario. I’m frustrated that I can’t seem to find anything in the old texts to help with the soul. I just can’t believe Emrys would be so petty as to sabotage you this way.”

“You really think Emrys is doing this?”

“Why not? It’s clear he’s bitter he isn’t in control. He’s too wild and unpredictable.”

“You sure you’re not just letting your own bitterness seep through just now?”

“You’re defending him?”

“Morgana up until last century we were one person. So if you don’t trust Emrys does that mean you don’t trust me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous…I just…okay look. Let’s be real Merlin, your other half is a wild card. Where you are merciful, he is merciless. Where you are kind, he is cold. Where you embrace your morals he—”

“Doesn’t?”

“…He’s very rigid. At times whenever he was clearly in control I doubted he had any humanity in him.”

“Like I said we’re the same person. So if he isn’t human than neither am I.”

“Merlin…”

“I don’t excuse what he did previously. But I’m not going to shit on him either. I think you forget that I wasn’t the only one who had a rough century. Emrys is proud, too proud to admit Sigan affected him as well. While we may have been affected differently to each other, Emrys has his flaws but that doesn’t mean he would just intentionally sabotage not just me but himself as well.”

“Merlin—”

“I must confess that I’m nearing the point of simply accepting that Emrys and I may never truly be one again, and if that’s the case I don’t know if continuing this medication is worth it…”

“Merlin, unless Emrys suddenly stops his pursuit of global genocide…please.”

“Morgana—“

“He needs to know that that path he’s trying so hard to march you towards will only end in misery. And the easiest way to do that is simply to mend the fissure in your soul.”

“Great. What’s your progress?”

Morgana closed her mouth, and looked angrily at her lap. “I still haven’t found a workable solution…most of the books that could have held the answers have been either lost to time or destroyed by endless witch hunts.”

Merlin sighed. “If by year’s end you can’t find a solution…I’m going to stop taking this medication.”

“What??? But Merlin—!”

“Love, I only did it for your sake. For the sake of Aithusa, Cyn, the hatchlings. For our most precious family. But if this medication is a detriment to me long term…I must be at top form when we inevitably face Sigan.”

Merlin’s stare was one of resolve “I’m not budging on that.”

Morgana couldn’t blame him; she feels like a failure. She promised him she would find a solution and she still hasn’t.

Merlin grasped her shoulder with a kind smile “None of that now, I still have faith that you can pull through but I think I’ll be okay when it’s all done with Morgs. Truly I do.”

Morgana sighed as she held his hand and nodded.

Still while Merlin truly doesn’t believe Emrys would sabotage them out of pettiness…it’s not his style. He feels like Emrys would probably know what was going on with their magic. 

Of course he can’t just ask because of the damn pills…

Hopefully either Morgana finds a way to cure his spirit. Otherwise well, he’ll just have to accept that he and Emrys will be at a constant push and pull for the rest of eternity…

Merlin shook his head and continued with his recollection of his battle. “So anyway, the ring you gave me helped me end the fight. It was made of material that was the Tlaxcala’s weakness and with it I bound her in chains of gold.”

Morgana looked toward her own ring that Merlin gave her in Venice, smiling at the thought that in a way she did help. “Guess you aren’t the only one who knows how to pick jewelry”

Merlin scoffed “I don’t know at all; I just find what looks shiny and give it to you.”

“I’m really feeling the love here.”

“I love you too dear.”

 “Continue.”

“Heh, using the power of time I reviewed the history of the place. It seemed like the Mayans were very fascinated with the cosmos and felt that the upcoming Conjunction was the grandest event in the history of the world.”

“Incredible, to think there’s still so many secrets to life that we’ve yet to discover.” Morgana really berated herself for not having advanced her studies more throughout the years, but what can you do?

“What stuck out to me however was that they believed that during the alignment of the worlds is when ‘Lessen the distance between man and gods’ whatever that means…”

“That’s vague.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So Sigan was there to learn about the conjunction?”

“I saw him in my review. Whatever he’s planning involves the alignment.”

Morgana thought it over, given the pieces they have before them all they can gather is Sigan is very interested in the Conjunction. But for what exactly? They still don’t know.

“Merlin…that phrase ‘Lessen the distance between man and gods’… you don’t think Sigan is trying to become a God himself?”

Merlin took a deep breath “It wouldn’t surprise me. It matches with what he wants, to rule over all. To be the one on top.”

“But even so how? How can the Conjunction just make him a god?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“In other words, we have nothing than. We’ll have to take the initiative and do our own homework.”

“I’ll send some of the Dragons scouring the globe to see if they can find any knowledge on the alignment and investigate them when they report back to me.”

“Merlin.”

Merlin looked her in the eye “Morgana are you sure absolutely sure about this?”

She grasped his hands “We’re in this together remember? To the end.”

Merlin caught his breath and blinked back some tears before kissing her passionately, remembering to be careful with her bump.

When he pulled back, he was elated to see her smile once again. “Does this mean I’m out of the dog house?”

Morgana laughed before gently pushing him aside and standing up “Hell no. You’re not forgiven quite yet my dear.”

“Oh come on!”

“Well, if you want to be able to sleep here tonight…there is something you can do for me?”

Merlin looked at her with suspicion…he didn’t trust that look. It meant he was about to do something he wouldn’t like.

“I’m scared to ask…”

“Well I’m glad you did.”

“I didn’t.”

“Hush.”

“Why???”

“You want to be forgiven, don’t you? Well, this is how I forgive you.”

Merlin groaned as he banged his head on the table. “Why can’t you just make me do Heracles’ twelve labors instead?!”

“Oh for god’s sake Merlin we’re just going to do a try not to laugh video.”

“Yeah, I’d rather fight the 100 headed snake thing protecting the Golden Apples.”  

Morgana rolled her eyes as she positions her phone and camera at the kitchen table and took her position besides Merlin.

“Hey guys! Welcome back to another video! Let me just say by the way, being pregnant sucks!”

Merlin snorted and turned his gaze away from the camera.

“But you know what doesn’t suck? A try not to laugh! Thanks to all you guys for sending this to my DM’s and let’s get started.” Morgana pinched Merlin’s leg who stiffens a groan and forced himself back to her laptop screen to watch the stupid clips.

“Wow the dad’s a jerk ain’t he Billy?

“Sure.”

Merlin found none of these things funny. It all seemed like they were planned ahead. He nearly smiled at a clip of a boy on a trampoline and hitting his brother who hid beneath…like duh of course that would happen.

“I’m so proud of us, we haven’t laughed once!” Morgana looked at her chat to see the responses.

“So what, if you laugh you lose?”

“Well yes, hence ‘try not to laugh’ Billy.”

“…Where in bloody hell do you even find these things???”

“Oh Billy, living under a rock as usual.”

Merlin rolled his eyes and turned back toward the screen, somewhat curious if any of the stupid crap he’s viewing can even make him chuckle.

“Honestly guys don’t even bother, Billy hardly even knows what Tik Tok is.”

Well that got them all buzzing…

“Haha look Billy they think you’re some kind of alien.”

“Nope. Just a very old wizard.”

Morgana pinched his leg, he snorted. 

“Well guys we did it we won—”

She was interrupted by Merlin suddenly holding his stomach laughing his arse off…

Morgana was so confused that she rewinded the video to see what could have actually made Merlin…stubborn as hell Merlin laugh…

“Are fucking kidding me?! This is what did it?!”

The clip was a newly wedded couple saying their vows…then the bride being pushed onto the lake underneath with the priest. Compliments of the groom’s best man tripping while giving him the ring.

“I just…she looks like you!!! It’s got to be a sign of things to come hahahaha!!!” Merlin had tears and everything, face red like a tomato, Morgana’s was red also…but not for laughter.

She’s maybe rethinking having their renewal by a beach…or at the very least not he stupid enough to be so close to the damn water.

“Well guys videos over thanks to Billy we lost. Smash the like button if you wanna so more blah blah blah I have to kill my husband now bye.” With that her stream ended, ready to be uploaded later.

“I swear Merlin if you even think of getting me wet at our renewal the next thousand years will be sexless for you.”

“Oh relax, why even have it on a beach if you’re scared of a little water?”

“Well I wasn’t actually planning on a swim!”

Merlin waved her off. “Eh you’ll be fine.”

“I had better be, for your sake.” 

Merlin wrapped his arm around her, bringing her close. “Well…am I forgiven now?”

Morgana hummed “I dunno Merlin, I actually wanted to win that little contest…”

“Boo hoo.”

“Don’t boo me!”

“Come on darling please?”

“Hmph!” She really loved playing hard to get huh?

“Come on…” Merlin gave her pits a little tickle causing her to jump with a bit of a squeal - which she will forever deny. 

“Merlin of fucking Ealdor do you have a death wish?!?!”

“Immortal, remember?” He stuck his tongue and brought her to the sofa before quickly trapping her again, tickling her neck and now feet.

“S-stop! You haha d-d-damn manchild! Hahaha!” Try as she might Morgana couldn’t break free or stop her laughter. 

Fucking Merlin! This was cheating!

“Only if you forgive me.”

“Hahaha no way!”

“Come on, I know you can do it.”

“Eat haha piss hahaha!”

“I already know you can swear like a sailor Morgana but can you forgive me?”

“Hahaha f-fuck off!”

Merlin stopped his assault and gently whispered to her ear “Look how about I get you more of those chocolate chili burritos?”

Morgana finally caught her breath and became a bit more alert at the sound of his bribe… “…A dozen.”

“Uhh are you sure? Won’t that be a bit much?”

“If you want my forgiveness, calling me fat is hardly the way to receive it.”

“Okay no questions I’ll get a dozen…”

Morgana smiled at her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him down to her as they kissed on the sofa.

As they pulled out Morgana just remembered “Oh by the way tomorrow’s the appointment for my sonogram.”

Merlin perked up “So…we’ll finally know for sure.”

“Yep…”

If the twins in her vision are going to be real or not…

“By the way Mordred called while you were unconscious.”

“Ah, dangling over acid.”

“Which you deserved.”

“…Maybe you can bring back the chains for a bit?”

“Down boy.”

Merlin chuckled as he just laid his face at her neck, inhaling her sweet scent as it soothed his mind. His left hand caressing her stomach and quite possibly both of his children.

“I really hope you’re real…”

“But he suggested that the four of us do something together.” Morgana said.

“And you told him?”

“Nothing yet, I wanted to see if you wanted to go?”

“I mean, I did say we have to try…”

“Yes, but what would we even do? I don’t think I’ll be able to stand Arthur longer than 5 minutes…”

“Hmm…how about something simple? A restaurant?”

Morgana thought about it “I suppose, public enough that cooler heads will prevail…then again it’s never mattered to us haha.” She laughed remembering their many public sexual experiences.

“Yeah yeah, get back to him later. For now I just want to catch some rest on your perfectly soft body.”

Morgana snorted as she raked her fingers on his hair. “It’s as if you’re the pregnant one.”

She herself dozed off however at the sound of his soft snoring.  

Chapter Text

First thing the next day, Merlin alerted all the Dragons - Aithusa including - to scour the globe both inland and beneath the waves for any information on the Conjunction if possible. And if they couldn’t…than any sign of Sigan’s whereabouts will suffice.

He hopes for some good news for a change…

As soon as he and Morgana arose from their slumber and made themselves presentable they quickly made their way to Morgana’s physician’s office to get her sonogram done.

Now here he was with Morgana tightly gripping his arm waiting for the elderly nurse to begin. She’ll never admit she’s nervous but than again shouldn’t he be as well?

“Alright Lena are you ready?” The nurse had the monitor and transducer setup and ready to go.

“…So this is…perfectly safe right?” Morgana couldn’t help but feel concerned, this all felt too real now despite the fact that she’s been pregnant for a while already.

“Of course darling I’m just going to send some pulses through with this here transmitter which will bounce off the transducer which will than bounce off the receiver and—”

“—Alright I believe you shit…” Morgana’s head couldn’t keep up with all these…terms. Don't tell Merlin...

“…Maybe we should have kept it a surprise?”

“Hush Billy.”

“You two are truly delightful.” 

“Not a problem Nurse.” Merlin snorted at the sight of his wife’s shit eating grin.

The Nurse simply sighed and began the process. The mages awaited with bated breath for what felt like hours. 

“Well there’s definitely some movement going on there, take a look at the monitor loves.”

And there they were.

They’re children. Their twins.

“They’re beautiful.” Morgana has never felt so connected to something all her life. 

“…” Merlin just stared at the screen in shock at the sight of the two tiny creatures inhabiting his wife’s womb.

“Billy? You alright?” Morgana felt it odd that he was quiet.

“…We did that. We actually made them…”

She managed to keep herself from feeling too emotional, but his words made it hard. They did make those…those children came from them.

And she will kill anyone who takes them away from her…!

“Yeah…our beloved Gally and El.”

“Oh you already chose their names, well that’s good it’s always nice to prepare these things ahead of time.” The nurse had the screenshots printing out before turning off the equipment and allowing Morgana to sit up.

“Thank you so much for this, we really needed this. More than you could ever realize.” Morgana truly felt such gratitude towards this random mortal, the babies’ births can’t come soon enough. 

“She’s right, you’ve sparked a light in us that can never be repaid. Please accept our gratitude.” Merlin graciously bowed his head

“Oh come now none of that. No thanks are necessary dearies, just enjoy yourselves and do the best that you can for your little ones.” The nurse smiled kindly, the mages bid their farewells as they exited the office with the picture kept secure in Morgana’s handbag.

“Honestly Merlin, not even Arthur could ruin my mood now.” 

Merlin laughed, he can drink to that. “It isn’t even noon yet, just wait until tonight when we’re at the restaurant. You’ll change your tune the second he opens his mouth.”

“Not even your dose of reality can ruin my mood.”

“Glad to hear.” He pecked her cheek and they nearly made it to the entrance before Merlin heard his ‘name’ being called.

“Ah Billy! It’s nice to see you.”

Merlin turned at the voice with Morgana looking on curiously.

Dr. Crook.

Ugh…

“Dr. Crook…I had hoped it was your day off or something.”

Morgana slapped his elbow, to which he rolled his eyes.

“No rest for the weary my dear patient. But since you’re here I’m curious if your condition has improved? I do hope the stronger medication I’ve prescribed you is working well with no side effects?”

“Is this really an appropriate conversation to have outside an appointment?”

“Oh? You want to wait weeks just to answer my question? Well than please by all means.”

Morgana wanted to snort but honestly she didn’t know how Merlin would answer. He made it clear to her that his time on the pills would not be permanent.

“They’re…adequate.” So adequate that Emrys hasn’t said a single word in months. Whether that’s by the pills or by choice, remains to be seen.

“Ah well that’s good, seeing as how I’ve only prescribed you a certain amount…here you are.” Dr. Crook handed Merlin a refill prescription.

“You seriously just had this waiting?” 

“Well it was easy once I saw you and the lovely Ms. Appleby with my colleague. Congratulations by the way.”

Merlin really hated this guy.

“That’s Mrs. Appleby, good doctor.” Morgana could see now why Merlin thought the guy was a clown.

“Haha of course, well than Merlin I do hope your progress continues to go smoothly. Please don’t hesitate to call if you’ve any complications.” Dr. Crook gave a rather sad attempt at an elegant bow before heading off into the staff rectory. 

Merlin seriously contemplated shoving the damn paper down the man's gut, would have were it not for Morgana dragging him away.

“I hate him.”

“Not now Merlin, let’s just get back to the car. My mood’s been ruined.”

“See? You agree with me.”

“Okay so he’s annoying. And?”

“So let’s see how annoying he is as a caterpillar…”

“Merlin, you're not turning your damn doctor into a bug.”

“…”

“Keys. I’m driving.”

Merlin scoffed and tossed her the keys before entering in the passenger's seat. Morgana drove them to the pharmacy where he got his refill, he still had some left in his old bottle…but at least he didn’t have to make another trip down here.

The ride home was at the very least quiet.

Several hours later

“So what restaurant did you even pick?” Merlin tried to fix the wrinkles in his green dress shirt. He still didn’t see why he had to dress nicely. It was just Arthur and Mordred for fuck’s sake.

“Oh some Mexican place I found in London.” Morgana was getting her makeup in order already dressed in a nice very nice red flowery maxi dress and red high-heel shoes.

“We’re really going to London? Why? There’s Mexican food closer to home.”

“Because Merlin you promised me more of those delicious burritos.”

“You’re joking…that’s where they came from???”

“I mean I assumed you knew that already?”

Merlin looked a bit sheepish “No…I just conjured them up from anywhere…didn’t exactly stop to ask for a specific location.”

“Well now you know, goody for us.”

“Hooray…” This definitely won't be the only time they go there...hopefully this will change after the pregnancy...

“Off we go then come on.” The second she left Merlin looked back toward the mirror and hoped he could see Emrys. He hadn’t taken the pills that day yet, but he gave Morgana his word…and she has until the end of the year. Merlin still doesn't know if he can lost that long.

He just wishes he can know for sure if Emrys would settle down once the children are born. If he could just give him that, than perhaps that’s enough…? Great, Morgana’s inquiry from yesterday is causing him to doubt himself

He bitterly swallowed the vile thing before tossing out the now emptied old bottle. Replacing its spot on his night table with the new one he received today.

“Merlin!!!” He could hear Morgana shouting from outside.

“I’m coming!!!” 

Time to see if they can last a night out without Arthur and Morgana tearing each other’s throats…

Yeah he doesn’t believe it either but it’s nice to dream no?

Meanwhile

“So she’s nearly found it?”

Mordred nodded, Aithusa has spent what felt like ages looking for the Crystal Cave. Time really has done a number on what was once sacred land, hopefully it won’t be long now.

Arthur sighed and made sure his attire was adequate for this evening. To say that he made an honest effort to rekindle his friendship with Merlin would be an understatement. It was mostly just phone calls however. They still didn’t feel too comfortable meeting out in public especially on their own. But tonight will finally change all that, hopefully things will start to point upwards.

Of course, that also means he must tolerate Morgana’s presence once more…he’ll never get used to their relationship. Still, he made a pledge to himself to at least be civil and give it a honest effort. If there truly is a chance for he and his sister to salvage their…beyond tattered…relationship than it’s worth it…he hopes…

“Arthur!”

Arthur blinked in alert “Huh?”

“I said I’m ready, what about you?”

“Oh yes, yes I’m ready. Onward to Londinium than.”

“I keep telling you it’s London now…”

“And I keep saying I don’t care.”

Mordred just groaned and made his way out the apartment building.

Arthur truth be told was wondering how tonight would even go down. It’s one thing to plan ahead but once you’re in the moment outside factors begin to meddle…

Just be positive. At least that’s what his coworkers always say to each other.

London – Evening

The four met outside the chosen restaurant and to say that Arthur was shocked...well

Both he and Mordred stood there with gaping mouths and wide eyes at what appeared to be a pregnant Morgana…

“Y-you-your what???” Mordred was speechless.

“Words Mordred, you actually use them to speak.” Morgana was flat in her shutdown before securing their reserved table.

Merlin snorted as he walked passed the two gobsmacked roommates. “Careful, you’ll attract flies."

Arthur quickly shut his mouth and rolled his eyes “No more than you’ll attract--!”

“--Sir please you’re holding up the queue.”

Arthur looked at the gentleman the behind him to the annoyed looks of many people. His cheeks flushed and hurried along to the table where he saw Mordred was already seated…little brat.

“So…” Mordred started off.

“So…?” Merlin look somewhat amused by his hesitancy.

“Umm…you guys are---”

“You’re bloody pregnant???” Arthur felt like just ripping the bandaid right off.

Morgana quirked a brow as a server left some water and glass cups on their table.

“Hmm, did you already order drinks?” Merlin inquired.

Morgana shook her head “Apparently the owner of this establishment is actually from Mexico. I guess North American restaurants are very generous with their drinks shall we say.”

“Huh, I mean I do love free refills.”

“Who doesn’t?”

A throat was cleared and both mages turned to an irritated Arthur who had his arms crossed.

“Are you a man or a boy? Speak up.” Morgana squeezed some lime into her water while Arthur sputtered in brief embarrassment before glaring.

“You heard me damn well the first time!”

Mordred tried to hide beneath the seats…goodness must he shout???

“Well Arthur when a man and woman love each other very much—”

Arthur cut her off “What?”

“---they fuck and boom the woman’s pregnant. Shocking, isn’t it?”

Merlin rolled his eyes, of course these two couldn’t help themselves but fight over practically anything.

“Tck…I know THAT. I’m not an imbecile.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“Now see here--!”

“Arthur, I have a bloody bump in my gut. Obviously I’m fucking pregnant.”

“I-I…” Arthur just stopped and processed this. His sister is actually…growing little people in her…

“I-I…” Morgana mocked his poor attempts at speech before exiting the conversation and looking at the menu.

Merlin sighed “Look Arthur she’s been pregnant for a couple of months. Once the signs became obvious, we got a physician to confirm it for us.”

“…I still can’t get my mind around that you two…it was horrifying when we heard you doing it the first time…” Arthur’s face turned green with nausea.

“Oh please, that was hardly the first time for us.” Merlin waved him off and laid his head back against the cushioned seat closing his eyes. Those damn pills always seemed to tire him out for hours after taking one.

“I can tell…”

“In any event we’re having twins, so congratulations you’re going to be an Uncle for two.” Morgana stated as she than began to look for something she figured Merlin would eat.

“Twins? Congratulations, you must be quite pleased.” Mordred felt genuinely happy for these two, of course it still felt weird to see his once vicious partner in prophecy as some kind of mellowed out modern woman. That together with Merlin, the myth turned man turned myth again.

“Uncle huh…” Arthur didn’t even realize what Morgana having children would truly signify…his family was actually going to expand.

Plus well, the fact that Merlin was now apart of it he supposes it could be worse.

Finally the server came to their table, the sight of her however made Mordred freeze.

“Kara?!”

The other 3 stared at him than the waitress who stared at Mordred like he was some creep.

“Uhh no.” She pointed to her nametag ‘Alexandra McDermott’.

Mordred didn’t know how to explain it but he knew for sure this was Kara! From the looks on Merlin and Arthur’s faces…so did he.

“Oh great another reincarnation, will wonders ever cease?” He felt Morgana pinch his side which made him yelp and glare at her.

“Shut up…!” She whisper-yelled, oh right…Arthur and Mordred don’t know that they encountered the reincarnated Knights…

Arthur however was too distracted by this reincarnated Kara, this was definitely not something he was expecting to happen tonight…

Poor Alexandra was really trying not to step away and kept her smile which definitely now looked forced. “So…what can I get you?”

Morgana who clearly was the only one here with any brains here gave her and Merlin’s orders while kicking Arthur and Mordred beneath the table to get them to order already.

“Okay…and are you sure about your order by any chance? You’re not just taking the piss?” Alex looked at Morgana with a weird gaze.

“I don’t say shit I don’t mean sweetie, yes. Obviously, most of them will be to go so kindly leave them in bags for me? Thanks.”

Merlin groaned “I can’t believe you seriously did this.”

“You did promise me a dozen.”

“I didn’t think you were legitimately wanting them…”

Arthur just looked a bit put out “Chocolate chili burritos???”

Alexandra just sweat dropped and shook off her confusion. “Okay than.” As she left Morgana shouted “Oh and whiskey!”

“Would you settle down. You can’t drink alcohol remember.” Merlin lowered her arm before she drew more attention to themselves.

Morgana scoffed “I can’t wait until they’re born…I miss wine.”

“Than stuff your face with those burritos and forget about it.”

“Someone’s a bit cranky.”

“I’m tired…”

“…I can see that.” She grasped his hand, he must have taken his meds before they arrived…fine she’ll cut him some slack.

Mordred just kept starring at the direction of the kitchen where Kara went into. He doesn’t know what to do, she looked around the same age if not a bit older…does he talk to her? How would he do that without looking like a complete weirdo???

Arthur too was thinking of Kara…how she was even here for one. Looking at her in a modern serving uniform and pink hair highlights was a far cry from the girl who tried to kill him and caused a rift between himself and his youngest knight.

Merlin leaned on Morgana deciding to rest his eyes some more, the latter rolling her eyes before moving further back in her seat to allow Merlin to rest on her lap.

“Sheesh Merlin, what have you done all day that you’re dead to the world???” Arthur couldn’t remember if Merlin was always this snoozy in Camelot.

“Fuck off that’s why.” Merlin gently spoke. He sure as hell isn’t going to tell those two about his…situation shall we say.

“ Mer lin!”

Morgana snorted before taking a photo of Merlin who briefly opened his eyes to glare at her as she posted it to her Instagram with heart emoji’s.

“Can you not?”

“Weren’t you tired? Go to sleep already.” Morgana playfully covered his eyes to which he shook off and tried to return to his slumber.

“Wait Merlin…you mentioned ‘another reincarnation’ earlier…?” Mordred tentatively asked.

Arthur perked up, “What?”

Morgana mentally cursed her idiot husband out “Way to go Merlin!”

Merlin huffed “I’m…how do you say it… checked out …you tell them.”

“Oh that’s real mature of you” Morgana considered dropping her water all over his stupid face…but if she can’t get a damn tequila she better keep the water safe.

“I don’t care who answers! Someone just do it!”

“Well bro …I think I’ll remain silent if that’s how you’re going to be.” Morgana smirked at her brother’s annoyed gaze as Kara’s reincarnate returned with starters of delicious mushroom cheese quesadillas with chipotle mayo dip on the side.

She smacked Mordred’s hand away as she hogged everything. “Preggers remember? I’m feeding for 3 here.” 

Mordred chuckled while Arthur rolled his eyes “Gee why do I feel like you’re going to take full advantage of that fact?”

“Jealous that you can’t?” She broke a piece of the quesadilla down to Merlin’s mouth. He briefly opened an eye and swallowed the piece down before going back to his power nap.

“You’re welcome dear.”

“Mmmm.” 

“I should have told that Kara girl to get you a super espresso or something…”

“Mmmm…”

“Yes,. Can’t have you sleeping now or you’ll be up all night.”

“Mmmm…!” 

“Watch the tone mister, less you sleep on the floor.”

“Mmmm.”

“Tck…yes you fool, love you too.” Morgana if anything just further secured Merlin in her lap, bringing his head closer to her stomach…to their children.

Arthur felt his teeth were going to rot…god how can they be so…eww. “If Guinevere were here and looked passed Morgana’s crimes, no doubt she’d call this sweet and adorable….ugh.”

Mordred looked on in melancholy, before he would have smiled at the sight but now seeing Kara again…he yearned for a connection like this. He wished she could remember him…

“Morgana.” 

The High Priestess’ smile vanished as she looked back up to Arthur across the table.

“Stop dodging the question.” He said firmly.

Morgana just stuffed more quesadillas in her mouth as her eyes gleamed mischievously, giving Arthur the bird.

“Did you just…?!?!” Arthur was aghast!

“I’m sorry, did you need another?” Two birds now. Arthur was sorely tempted to throw his drink at her smug face!

“Both of you please stop.” The Pendragon siblings turned to the former Druid who looked at them with a bit of exhaustion at their constant back and forth. Then he looked at Morgana in a hopeful look.

“It’s a fair question to ask Morgana. Are there more people from our old lives here? Please tell us.” 

Morgana bit her lip and tried to weigh the pros and cons, she and Merlin did say they can do what they want…so long as it doesn’t get back to them…

She hopes she doesn’t regret this.

“Your Knights.” There she said it, no turning back now.

Arthur spat out his drink and was choking. Mordred began to smack his back in an effort to help his airways. Once Arthur regained his bearings he stared at his sister in shock.

“You saw them? Here?! All of them?!?!”

Morgana hummed while raking her fingers on Merlin’s hair who was gently snoring, yeah she definitely needs to get him some caffeine.

“Did we see them? Yes. Here as in here ? No. All of them? Also no.”

Arthur waited for her to elaborate, when she didn’t he felt like ripping his hair out but before he could shout Kara’s reincarnate returned with their main course.

Goodness he almost pitied the poor girl for her sisters crazy order…

“Sweetheart do me a favor and get me a triple no quadruple espresso for this one yes?” She pointed at a snoozing Merlin who may as well be floating in a cloud at this point.

“Uhh, sure is he okay?” Alexandra wondered.

“Oh he’s fine just working too hard is all, well that and he’ll take any excuse to sleep on me haha.” 

Arthur really didn’t want to puke on his food, but damn it if Morgana wasn’t making it hard.

“Ha sounds like a handful.” Alex could admit she thought the sight of them looked somewhat cute.

“You’ve no idea, but hey such is love no?” Morgana shrugged.

“I guess, I wouldn’t know of course.” Alex shrugged her own while writing down the espresso order for Merlin.

Mordred perked up, this was his chance! She’s single! He should say something!

Well he should…did he? No. He’s never really done this before.

It was easier in the old days because they grew up together as friends but now? She doesn’t know him. She doesn’t know their history. It would be…difficult to keep himself from forgetting that Alexandra wasn’t Kara necessarily. 

Besides, was it fair for him to hope she remembers?

“Anyways I’ll get that caffeine ready for you in a jiffy. Anything else you lot need?” 

“I think we’re good thanks.” Morgana watched as the girl left their table before salivating at her burrito…finally!!!

“Morgana!”

“Ugh what?!” She just wants to lose herself in spicy chocolatey goodness damnit!!!

“What did you mean in your answer?!”

Morgana resisted the urge to remove his tongue. “Look Arthur, your Knights didn’t just get reborn in the same fucking place. They’re scattered all over the world. And no, we never found Leon. The end. Now shut up and eat your enchiladas!” 

“Wait what?! So you found everyone except Leon?! But what does that mean????” 

“How the fuck should I know Arthur?! I don’t care if they got reincarnated or not as long as I never have to see their repugnant faces again! Just seeing yours already tests my will…” 

“At least tell me where they are.”

“Arthur, we found them when Merlin and I were on holiday. Half of those places aren’t even where they live or where they’re from. I wouldn’t know where they are now nor do I care.”

“But..!”

“If all you want is for them to help you two fools in Destiny then you can find them yourselves.” 

That shut Arthur up, fine they did make an agreement. He takes comfort at least that his knights are out there somewhere. If the Fates will it, they’ll reunite.

“Something doesn’t add up to me…”

The siblings turned to Mordred who was eyeing his tostadas as if it were under a microscope. 

“You said you saw all the knights except Leon? It sounds weird. I mean even Kara is here and she wasn’t a knight. So what does that say about Leon?”

Morgana had to give it to him, it did sound odd.

Arthur thought about it “Didn’t Merlin tell us that Leon disappeared and never returned to Camelot?”

Mordred narrowed his eyes “Even so, that would have been fifteen centuries ago. Either Leon is reincarnated or he isn’t. Perhaps some people may simply not get lucky? Or maybe the others of the Round Table simply had regrets in their previous lives and thus were reborn now?”

The two men heard Morgana scoff “Let’s just call a spade a spade, it’s simply the Sisters’ meddling. Whether Leon is a factor in their plans or not? Well since we haven’t seen his reincarnation by now I’d wager he doesn’t factor in at all. Oh well.” 

“Tck…” Arthur glared at her nonchalant attitude but what was he expecting from her honestly.

Finally Kara’s reincarnate returned with a moka pot and a 2 shot cup of espresso. 

“There you are, if you need anything else just call me.” Alex smiled as she left them to it but than heard Mordred’s voice. 

“Oh un Alex…!”

“Huh? Yes?” She turned toward him expecting another order.

“I—umm…”

“Yes?”

“…Nice teeth…”

Morgana cringed “Nice one Romeo…”

Alex sweatdropped a bit before showing an open smile, bright teeth and all “Well thanks…I guess?” She than left to attend to the other guests.

Mordred banged his head on the table, cursing himself for the blunder.

Arthur patted him on the back “Don’t beat yourself up too much, she wasn’t put off by you at least.”

Morgana snorted “Because you’re such an expert on women?” 

Arthur glared at her “Of course I am!”

“Oh please! The only woman you courted was the same woman you married.” She shook her head.

“Guinevere was indeed. However I’ve had plenty of dalliances before she entered the picture!”

Morgana scoffed “Sure, a real casanova you are.” Arthur’s cheeks blushed.

Mordred suddenly had a thought “Huh you know Morgana I am curious now that this topic has been brought up.”

“Hmm? Well go on, out with it.”

“Was Merlin you’re one and only? You’ve both lived for ages so surely you yourself had your fair share of comings and goings in terms of relationships?”

Arthur must admit that Mordred’s question was one he too was curious about as he stared his sister down. 

Morgana didn’t know how this became a conversation…but whatever.

“I mean did I mingle and have some fun with people before Merlin and I declared our vows? Sort of? The centuries following Camlann weren’t really focused on relationships of any kind unless it was Aithusa and at the time I kept my distance from Merlin. Towards the formation of England I began to dabble here and there, figuring what the hell? However it never went further than a kiss and in some cases not even reaching that. Everyone was just so…” Morgana trailed off as she tried to find the correct term.

“Bland?” Mordred provided.

“Yes yes that one. It could be said that they simply were not compatible with me but well…” My heart has always been Merlin’s despite my efforts to the contrary. “So yeah I had minor flings, nothing ever serious nor anything that went beyond the occasional smooch.”

And it’s probably the only thing she’ll ever be old fashioned about. It certainly helped, since she and Merlin both owned the others virginity. No regrets there.

Arthur quirked a brow before nodding while Mordred asked “What about Merlin?” 

Morgana hummed “Aside from me suspecting Freya which technically I have no proof of? No one.”

“Really? How do you know?” Arthur asked.

“Well, Aithusa always kept me up to date on Merlin’s life in those days. Especially as he went through his more…suicidal…phase. But it’s not hard to see. Merlin is a different animal entirely.” 

“Meaning?” Arthur inquired with a wave of his hand.

“Meaning that he isn’t bound by his desires. And quite honestly if it weren’t for his rather obvious affections towards me, I’d have assumed Merlin had no interest for romantic relationships at all for anyone.”

“Huh, interesting it’s like Merlin processes emotions differently?” Mordred was curious to know more.

“In a way. When Merlin loves he loves deeply.” The opposite is also true. “But anyway enough of that, this food is getting cold.” Morgana held up the espresso….and dumped it on Merlin.

The warlock sat up ready to fight for his … huh? He than remembered where he’s at…ugh.

“I hate you.” He wiped his face and discreetly magicked his clothes clean.

“Love you too.” She pecked his cheek. “I got you a salmon filet with lemon and coriander. Figured you’d only be able to tolerate something basic.”

Merlin hummed as he stared at his food, “Thanks.”

Arthur and Mordred were just dumbfounded.

“Uhh…why did you do that?” Mordred asked the witch who was happily feasting on her chocolate chili burrito.

“Hmm? Well you didn’t honestly expect caffeine to work on Merlin did you?” She quirked a brow.

“Uhh…” 

Merlin snorted “As if. I can’t even get drunk but suddenly I can get an energy boost from coffee? That’ll be the day.”

“So you don’t drink coffee…or anything remotely alcoholic?”

“Of course I do. I drink them because why not? Tastes bitter and fine, I can appreciate that. I just don’t feel any of the usual effects from caffeine or alcohol.”

Arthur turned to his former manservant in confusion “But you drank all the time? You were a regular at the tavern…?”

“Really? Have you been holding out on me Merlin?” Morgana gave a small laugh before reaching toward another burrito that was in one of the takeout bags Kara left for her.

Merlin looked at Arthur like he was a new species of stupid. “What in blazes are you on about?”

“Gaius said you were at the tavern all the time!”

Merlin facepalmed, ah yes now he remembers. “And you being you believed him…yes it was annoying."

Morgana laughed “I can imagine. I mean for real Arthur??? Have you not seen Merlin drink before?”

“I have! He was a lightweight!”

Merlin sighed “Before I reached my peak sure. After that point? Not even bloody cannabis could get me to feel anything.”

Mordred coughed, while Arthur was just confused. “What’s cannabis?”

“You smoked weed???” Mordred looked at Merlin as if he had some on him right now.

“Yes.”

“And what the hell is weed???” Arthur was irritated to be left in the dark.

“Arthur, I’m surprised you don’t even know what cannabis is. Latin and Greek were spoken many times in Uther’s court among the nobility. Where do you think the word cannabis originates from??” Merlin exasperatingly asked.

Arthur needed a moment to think “κάνναβις?”

To which Merlin responded “ναι.”

“…I’m not even going to ask how you even know the Greek language…”

“I know every language that has ever existed Arthur. Magic tends to do that when you have plenty of it.” Merlin decided to finally take a bite out of his salmon, looking somewhat in awe at Morgana’s ability to wolf down her now third burrito.

“What?” Morgana felt his gaze as she swallowed.

“…Does that ALL really go to the kids? Or is this some new spell you invented?”

“Merlin, if you’re going to call me fat at least have the bollocks to say it.”

Arthur couldn’t help it, he snickered to which drew the ire of his very angry sister.

“Oh I absolutely don’t need to hear that from you!”

Arthur sputtered “Me?! I’m not the one eating a feast meant for a small village!”

Morgana’s eyes turned gold but Merlin snuffed it out before she can fry Arthur to a crisp. “Calm down I’m sure his soft underbelly is punishment enough.” He said, gently rubbing her arm.

“Why you…!”

The back and forth went on for nearly 20 minutes before Kara finally returned to the table.

“I see most of you are done, anything else you need? Dessert perhaps?” Alex looked amazed at how Morgana had finished six of her twelve burritos.

“Uhh sure, whatever they want.” Merlin was grasping his head, for some reason he’s been getting a headache.

Morgana didn’t notice, she was too distracted at the thought of dessert as she ordered the marbled tres leches cake, Mordred ordered the flan while Arthur took a page form Merlin’s book and declined anything.

Mordred sighed as he watched Kara’s reincarnate walk away. Morgana looked mildly amused at the sight “Just ask her out, worst she can do is say no.”

Mordred bit his lip “I mean…what if she actually says yes? What would I do then?”

Morgana hummed “Take what you can get.”

Mordred looked away, getting lost in his thoughts.

Arthur noticed Merlin was holding his head and clenching his fist, he looked like he was sweating. “Merlin? What is the fish fighting back?” Arthur played off.

Morgana turned to her husband, finally noticing his discomfort. “Merlin?! Merlin what is it?! Are you alright?!” Did the medication fail? Was it something else?

Merlin gritted his teeth as he glared at a particular direction his golden eyes in bright view. He stood up and turned back to his wife with his sky-blue eyes returning. “Do you still want to come with me?”

The other men at the table were so confused as was Morgana initially until she widened her eyes in realization before narrowing them, nodding her head affirmatively she got up and followed her husband out the restaurant.

“Wait! What’s going on?! Get back here!” Arthur stood and was about to chase after them but Mordred grabbed his arm.

“What we can’t just leave we have to pay!”

“So than YOU pay your little girlfriend! I’m going to see what that just was!”

“Arthur!!!” But the former King had already gone after the mages, hoping to catch up to them before they got far.

“Well shit…” Mordred knew he should go after them…fuck. He stood and got his money out before making his way to where he saw Kara. She was by the kitchen just getting ready to leave with their dessert, and was shocked when she turned to see a serious looking Mordred.

“I’m sorry but something came up and we have to leave, I do hope this will cover everything for your excellent patience and service?” He handed her the money before walking out to meet the others, he can hear shouting outside so at least he knew Arthur managed to stop them in time.

“Wait! This is 1000 quid! I-I can’t accept this!” Alex ran in front of him trying to put some of the money back in his hand but he refused.

“Look…Alex trust me when I say this money is pocket change to me. Please accept it as a gift if nothing more.”

“…I don’t even know your name, why would you gift me anything?” That look of skepticism made Mordred’s heart yearn for a lost memory.

“Well…maybe we change that. I’d love to get to know you more? Perhaps we can…I don’t know…get a coffee? A stroll in the park maybe? Sometime? You know...if you want?” “Shut up!” Mordred hid a wince as he feared perhaps he came off too strong.

Kara’s reincarnate assessed him, he looked like a decent boy. Didn’t really come off as anything but sincere…maybe she could give him a shot…?

“…Give me your phone.”

A few minutes later she went back to her work while Mordred just starred at his phone in awe. He just got Kara’s number…

Mordred would have stood near the entrance all night if the entering guests didn’t keep bumping into him…and also the yelling were getting louder.

Right…time to leave.

Of course what does he see when he's outside? Morgana and Arthur in a shouting match while Merlin is nervously tapping his foot with his arms crossed staring at…a wall?

“Umm guys what’s going on?”

Arthur paused and turned toward him “Apparently something bad is happening and they won’t let me help!”

“We don’t bloody need you Arthur! This problem is of magical nature so what use could you be?!” Morgana retorted it vehemently.

“Then give me back excalibur!”

“In your fucking dreams!”

“You can’t say I’m useless on one hand than refuse to give me the one item in which I CAN be useful on another!”

“The fact that you’re useless without it at all should tell you enough brother dearest!”

“Why you rotten sh---!”

“ENOUGH!”

Everyone looked to Merlin who was still looking at the wall of a building.

“I don’t have time to listen to you two prattle on and on about who goes where and why! Morgana quit wasting time arguing and conserve your energy, we’re about to head into unknown danger. And you Arthur, I would strongly recommend you don’t come with us. You don’t know what we’re up against and quite frankly you were never good at dealing with magical foes anyway. Unlike her I can actually attest to that.” Merlin huffed, his patience at an end.

Morgana and Arthur both glared at him, the former conceding reluctantly but Arthur wasn’t having it.

“Look the whole point of us doing this was to be the friends we couldn’t be in Camelot. You keep saying I never understood back then well I’m trying to now! Let me help you! In any way I can, let me see all that you have done for me! …Let me at least try to return the favor.” Arthur’s eyes remained glued to Merlin’s when his gaze turned his way.

Merlin gave it some more thought. The worse that can happen here is Arthur dying, the best thing? Arthur realizing he’s in over his head and not steering far away from Cynfab.

He sighed but relented “Fine, but if I say run or don’t interfere you listen. Got it?”

Arthur couldn’t help but once more compare this assertive Merlin to the one who followed his orders back in Camelot. Perhaps Merlin did have the qualities of a Knight after all?

“Fine.”

“…Fine.”

“What about me?” Everyone turned to Mordred.

“You weren’t reincarnated with your magic? How can you help anymore than he can?” Merlin asked.

Mordred scoffed “Drop me off in my apartment before we go and I’ll show you.”

Chapter Text

The three of them were pleasantly shocked to see what Mordred had concocted in his room which was essentially some kind of makeshift laboratory.

“Wait wait wait…you made all of this?!” Morgana was dumbfounded.

“…And I thought you were obsessed with technology…” Merlin muttered, to which Morgana slapped his arm.

“What are they?” Arthur didn’t know what the hell these things were necessarily. They just looked like generic modern gadgetry to him.

“Well, we have here an electric stun baton, some night vision goggles, a heavy-duty breastplate, a makeshift riot shield and oh a drone that can shoot lasers and zap you with electricity.” Mordred looked pretty proud of himself.

Everyone else just looked at him in disbelief. Well damn…

“I-I well okay…I guess you can come.” Morgana was pretty unsure but she can’t deny his talent with gadgets. Some of them even looked useful for her, such as the night vision. Using less magic to help her see in the dark is crucial for her nowadays.

Arthur was eyeing that shield and baton, figuring it shouldn’t be all that different from his sword and shield…he hopes.

Merlin just looked at everything with clear distrust and a hint of disdain…he didn’t realize technology had advanced this far this fast since the 60s…he should have known better obviously but still. He kept himself out of world affairs for a reason. He knew he’d be disappointed.

To think that Mordred could just scrapple whatever together and make decent weapons should be appalling. But alas Merlin felt the point was made, and they were wasting time.

“Fine, now can we get a move on???” Merlin left the apartment complex back to their car to drive towards an open field away from the city in order to summon Cynfab.

Once everyone was settled in the vehicle Arthur asked “So where exactly are we going that’s got you spooked?”

Merlin answered tensely “The disturbance I felt from the Earth is directing me towards the Mediterranean region. I’ll know more the closer we get to it.

Arthur hummed, knowing the region from his studies both old and new. He wonders what could be the issue that’s got Merlin and Morgana so…to say ‘unnerved’ would be an understatement.

Mordred just made sure his drone was securely tucked way safely in his arm bag and his breast plate was the perfect fit…well duh. He made it so of course it was his size.

Morgana steadied her breathing; this would not be easy for her. But she refused to be left behind again, especially now with Arthur tagging along. She wouldn’t be outdone by him!

“So you’re calling Aithusa Merlin?” Mordred asked.

“No…you two have her busy. I’ll be calling her son, Cynfab.”

“Oh, what’s he like?”

“You’ll see soon enough.” They could both hear the mischief in his voice…great…

“Good god…” Arthur couldn’t believe the size of this dragon. “He’s Aithusa’s son…?”

“Her first born yes. Hello again Cyn, I’m sorry to have disturbed your rest my boy.” Merlin told his grandson.

“Boy?” Arthur whispered to Morgana, who just waved him off.

“It is fine father…I felt it as well. Had you not summoned me I would have come to you myself.” Cynfab lowered himself to allow them passage onto his back. He turned his gaze over to the other two in attendance. "Arthur Pendragon...?"

"Um...hello...?" Arthur slowly waved.

Cynfab merely stared back unblinkingly, causing Arthur to sweat. 

"You're mother and I are...acquainted." It'd be weird to call Aithusa a friend, she wasn't.

Cynfab's gaze returned to Merlin who nodded his head, causing the Dragon to sigh and lower his neck.

Merlin helped Morgana get on first, he got in behind her keeping her secure in his arms. The witch in question looking amused at Mordred and Arthur’s wary expressions at the Dragon hybrid.

“Sometime this hour would be lovely boys.” She called out.

That shook off their inaction and they began to climb on Cynfab’s back using his scales to help. Both keeping their equipment securely on them.

“Try and make haste Cyn, the sooner we get there the better.”

“Yes father.

As they soared through the night sky, Arthur had to calm his heartrate.

He’s riding on a dragon…

Arthur Pendragon son of Uther the slayer of dragons is riding a dragon…

Wow the buildings and trees look so…tiny…

“Try not to puke Arty dear.” Morgana taunted.

“Cynfab right? So if Aithusa is your mother, who is your father?” Mordred asked the noble beast.

“My father is here of course little druid.” Cynfab retorted.

“Huh? Oh.” He was talking about Merlin.

“I believe he speaks of your sire Cyn. I can answer that.” Merlin slightly turned his head sideways to look at Mordred while keeping his grip on Morgana. “Da-Fu. The Great Dragon of the East. A beautiful and mighty Dragon that unfortunately did not live to see the births of his children. Truly he and Aithusa were a wonder to behold when they first met.”

Mordred nodded, hearing the melancholy in Merlin’s voice.

Morgana gently rubbed Cyn’s scales, she thought about what they could be facing pretty soon. Was she really in over her head? Merlin’s hand gently came to her waist as he leaned forward to give her extra warmth.

“You can still stay with Cyn if you want…?”

“I’m going Merlin, I’m not letting you ghost me again.”

“…Okay.”

They made it passed France and nearing the Mediterranean.

“So do you know where we’re going now?” Arthur asked.

“Hmm…yes, the earth is pointing me westward.” Merlin closed his eyes and tried to feel for a more accurate destination.

“I was hoping for something more specific Merlin…”

“Oh I’m sorry Arthur would you like to tell us instead?” Morgana barked from the front.

“Hey I’m just saying—”

“—Greece.”

Everyone turned to Merlin as he continued. “Specifically, the Mani Peninsula.”

“Greece?” Mordred wondered.

“Yes.”

“What could possibly be wrong there?”

Merlin sighed “That’s what we’re going to find out Arthur.”

“Merlin…do you think it’s…?”

“Without a doubt.”

Arthur quirked a brow “Care to share with the rest of us?”

Morgana snorts “Why bother? If we’re correct you’ll find out when we land.”

Arthur just rolled his eyes and decided to look down…big mistake.

Nothing but dark ocean for miles on end, goodness if he fell well…he isn’t the strongest swimmer in the world let’s just say…

Cape Matapan, Greece

Here they are, the Mani Peninsula and at first nothing looks out of the ordinary. But looks can be deceiving.

“Fly us further inland Cyn, I have a feeling I know where we need to look…”

Cynfab acquiesced and made his way to the other end of the peninsula, as he did there finally appeared to be some answers as to the earth’s call.

“There we are…land us here Cyn than get to cover. I’ll call you when we’re ready.” Merlin got off as soon as they landed and caught Morgana when she took a leap, being careful not to squeeze her too hard.

The others got off without much fuss and finally they turned to the reason of their presence.

“Taenarum, didn’t think I’d have any reason to return here.” Merlin mulled.

“You’ve been here before?” Morgana asked.

“Yep, during my years of study I had hoped to separate myth from reality. If anything, it simply confirmed that myth was reality.”

Mordred was confused by that statement but figured he would ask later.

“I don’t understand, what is this place? It’s just rubble.” Arthur pointed to the ruined walls and buildings of the Ancient Greek city. Surely nothing here was of any value to anyone anymore?

“Perhaps to those who intentionally close their eyes to the truth. But my eyes have been open far longer than I would like.” Merlin began to walk towards the ruins, Morgana right on his heels.

Arthur looked annoyed, what the hell does that mean???

Mordred ran up to follow “So what exactly is this place anyway?”

Merlin hummed “Taenarum was a city of the Greeks and it’s history was rather one of darkness.”

“How so?”

Morgana, familiar with this knowledge took over “Well for one it was the Helots who were essentially Spartan slaves who constructed many of the temples here. And it was here where many of them met their end by the Spartans during a revolt.”

Merlin continued “More importantly, this was always believed to be the location to the Underworld of Hades.”

Arthur and Mordred were a bit shocked at the news. “Hades? Are you seriously suggesting that all those stories were real?” Arthur asked.

“Didn’t I just say that my journeys have only confirmed that myths were real you prat?”

Arthur didn’t even want to retort; he simply was pleased to hear the old name Merlin always used to call him with.

Morgana snorted while Mordred kept looking around the area. This entire place felt like a ghost town from an old American western. He half expected to start seeing ghosts, and considering this is supposedly where the Underworld is located…

“Ah there used to be the Temple of Poseidon.” Merlin pointed to what was left of the once great temple to the Greek God of the Sea. In the ruined stoned structure, a small circular space. Barely enough room for many people.

“But what exactly is here that is so troubling? Who knows when this place was last used???”

“It’s not in this plane where we’ll find answers Arthur.” Merlin’s golden eyes examined the area, as he thought…dark magic residue. Sigan was definitely here.

“Please start making sense…”

Morgana rolled her eyes “We’re going to the Underworld Arthur.”

Arthur just gaped “Oh sure…why did I not think of that…oh wait I remember!”

Mordred sighed “Okay, so assuming the gods of Greece were real –”

“—They were.” Merlin interjected.

“—Than wouldn’t entering the domain of Hades be…dangerous?”

“It would be for most I suppose, if he were still around.”

They all looked at Merlin with surprise in their faces. What was he implying?

“It wasn’t just the Triple Goddess, the Queen of the Sidhe already confirmed with me that most if not all of the world’s deities have now faded into the ether.” Merlin explained as he began to creep up into the interior of the ruined temple.

“Wait but…how? They’re gods, right?! Aren’t gods…well…gods?!?!” Arthur asked.

“Brilliantly phrased dollophead.” Merlin snickered, causing Arthur to groan.

Morgana cleared her throat. “I’ve been thinking about that for awhile now actually. When Cathair first told me the Goddess was…dead, I had contemplated what could it be that did her in. Then you told me that Freya believed her bringing back...” She caught herself before she can say more, not knowing if Arthur is even aware of it. She eyed Merlin who looked at her with a tired look in his gaze.

He sighed and turned to the former King “The Triple Goddess faded, when she brought you back.”

Arthur took a step back in shock, Mordred lost his breath.

“Again?! How does a goddess just……die?!?!” Arthur was getting impatient for an answer.

Morgana looked grim but continued “As I was about to say…usually the Gods would have no issue performing these seemingly miraculous actions. But I think it’s the world’s doing.”

Merlin turned away, he felt like he already mourned the Goddess’ death…and he didn’t want to reopen that box.

“I don’t understand Morgana, how did the world kill the gods?”

The witch turned to Mordred and replied “What do Gods rely on?”

Neither Arthur or Mordred knew the answer…but Merlin did.

“Belief.”

They turned him as he went on. “The mortals’ beliefs in them kept them alive. Without them their very existence is at risk.”

Morgana nodded “So when you put that into the equation…it makes sense that simply resurrecting you would be enough to kill her Arthur. Her only sources of sustenance were myself, Merlin, the Sidhe and…ugh he who shall not be named.” Sigan.

“…To think it’s that easy for a god to die.” Arthur said.

“But what if people believe in them again? Could they be restored?” Mordred asked.

Merlin shrugged “Echoes of their existence remain in the forms of the domains they inhabited or even the creatures they were associated with. Hence why the creatures of legends are still around. They’re not gods, they’re no different than any other beast we’ve come across.”

“Well, Ymir isn’t exactly on that category.” Morgana pointed out.

“He still isn’t a god, he can easily be brought back via ritual summoning. But an actual divine entity? I’m afraid no one can return from the ether…this world is practically godless.”

Silence just dominated the area as they let that thought sink in. They, the world itself are truly positively…alone.

Merlin clapped his hands together. “Well time to get a move on, yes?” He began to sit in a meditative position.

“Wait what are we doing? You still haven’t clarified what’s actually going on here?” Arthur asked.

Merlin sighed, opening his eyes. “Do you remember Cornelius Sigan?”

“I mean…”

Morgana groaned “Look he was the one who sent the gargoyles to attack you? Possessed that guy who wanted to be your servant and you foolishly let him? Ring any bells dumb-dumb???”

“You’re not amusing…but yes I remember now. What about him though? I thought he was old news.”

“He was…until he wasn’t. I had sealed his spirit back into a jewel when you were unconscious and sealed it into a cave. Long story short, somehow he escaped decades ago and now I need to stop him.”

“WE need to stop him.” Morgana emphasized, glaring at her husband.

Merlin made a gesture of peace with his arms.

All Arthur and Mordred could focus on was the world Merlin used “decades”…so Sigan was back this long?

“But if he was around long before I was reborn…why haven’t you guys dealt with him than?” Mordred asked.

Morgana held her breath and turned to Merlin who was glaring at his lap before he declared the topic over. “We’re wasting time, get ready to enter the Underworld.”

The other men knew they’d get nowhere right now, so be it. They’ll wait until he told them himself.

Morgana just sat down next to him, getting into a meditative position herself and focusing her magic.

“So…what are you do—”

“Ssshhh!” Morgana hissed.

Arthur held his hands up, Mordred kindly explained that “They’re both going to help us cross into the spiritual plane.”

“And how are they going to do that?” Arthur was skeptical about all this.

“Well by---” *CLUMP*

The Underworld – Realm of Hades

Arthur groaned as he rubbed his head…than blinked and grew frightened as he saw they were no longer in the temple of Poseidon…

Judging from the fiery mountainous…lava filled…littered with brim stones and screaming land, Arthur would wager this is the Underworld…

He heard Mordred’s groan to his left and Arthur was relieved again that he isn’t alone in this…place.

“…by doing what they just did.” Mordred sheepishly finishing what he was trying to get at in the physical plane.

“What the bloody hell…I hope we’re not trapped here forever…” Arthur was not usually one to cower but…for fuck’s sake this is practically no LITERALLY hell!

“It’s not literally hell, it’s the Underworld. The Christian hell is another thing entirely.”

Arthur and Mordred turned to the voice which belonged to Merlin, who was helping Morgana to her feet. The witch feeling a bit dizzy but more or less fine.

“How did we get here though? What did you do???”

“Well, the methods to which Orpheus and Heracles came here have long been unattainable or simply destroyed. So we simply sent our spirits to the domain of Hades Arthur. Our bodies are fine, it’s simply right where we left them in the world of the living. Of course being in the Underworld it will feel exactly as though we’re still in our physical bodies, thus pain, hunger, etc etc are still possible to feel.” Merlin explained.

“So…what happens if we die here???” Arthur asked.

“I’d imagine you’d be stuck here forever seeing as your dead and wouldn’t be able to join us in returning to your body.”

“But don’t the legends say that no one leaves the Underworld, even if you’re alive???” Mordred was starting to get concerned himself.

“Well normally I suppose…but than again…Hades isn’t exactly here to enforce that little rule. Just don't eat or drink anything here and you’ll be fine.” Merlin than looked around them to examine where to go next. His golden eyes spotted the trail of Sigan’s magic leading off toward a ghastly green river.

“This way.” Merlin took the front, then Morgana, Mordred and Arthur the rear.

The Underworld itself was quite the sight to behold. Despite it horrific nature it’s mere look was something very few people have lived to describe.

Mordred nervously looked around, he kept hearing wails and shouts from spirits as they neared the river. He made sure to keep himself very clear from it.

Morgana was trying very hard not to puke, that spell took much out of her and quite honestly this place wasn’t exactly doing much to make her feel better. What could Sigan have been looking for in Greek Hell of all places???

“As I suspected, this is the River Styx.” Merlin said.

“Hmm why do say that?” Morgana asked with a quirk of her brow.

“Because of him.” Merlin pointed to a figure before them.

They realized they had walked quite the distance to what appeared to be a dock of some kind. A boat was there and a dark robed figure. Hands looking…umm nevermind those are bones.

Charon, the ferryman of the Underworld.

“Yet more of the living enter this realm? Surely I’ve seen it all.” His voice sounded like the way two rocks sound when they smash together. The ferryman looked directly at them but they wouldn’t know for sure. His face was entirely covered in the darkness of his hood…perhaps for the best.

Merlin kept a hold on Morgana’s arm, not trusting the skeleton for a second. Arthur kept his hand close to his baton strapped to his pants while Mordred…well he was left with the drone but he’ll think of something. At least he has the breastplate…

“Though I suppose I should feel honored to meet the infamous Emrys himself…” Charon gave a mocking bow to the warlock in question who simply remained stone faced, eyeing every bit of the ferryman’s movement.

“…Charmed…” Merlin kept his magic on standby, hoping that his issues from Mexico won’t be so potent here.

“More? Did a sorcerer come through here?” Morgana inquired, she pulled herself away from Merlin’s grasp causing his nerves to spike even more…but he kept his gaze solely on Charon. Arthur stood beside with Mordred next to Morgana.

“Oh yes, a delightful speck. Full of darkness that one, it was almost astounding to view so much in a mortal that the light is but only a spark.” The ferryman pointed a bony finger straight at Merlin. “You have that same darkness in you Emrys…don’t think you can hide it.”

His companions looked confused though Morgana just assumed Charon meant the actual Emrys half of Merlin’s soul.

Merlin narrowed his eyes “Don’t hide behind riddles, I always hated those.” He said, fists clenching.

They could see his smirk as the shadows left his mouth. “Make of it what you will…so what could I can do for you four?"

“We want to know what Cornelius Sigan was doing in the Underworld, and if he’s still here…?”

Charon tilted his head. “I could care less what his business here was, he simply paid the toll for my ferry. As is what is proper.”

Merlin felt anger enter his blood and was about to let him have it but Morgana stepped in quickly. "Fine, what's the payment?” She heard Merlin scoff but ignored him.

To Arthur this was a novel experience, he never really saw Merlin lose his composure like this back in Camelot. This Sigan must really be quite the foe to produce this reaction out of his former manservant.

“One obol…each.” The ferryman said.

Morgana groaned. “And where am I supposed to find that in this hellish place?!”

“Not my concern, no payment, no entry.”

Arthur stepped up. “Unless we force our way through.”

Charon barely took notice of Arthur and merely turned back to Merlin who was glaring at him with molten gold. “By all means Emrys, you and your…compatriots are more than welcome to take a dip on the Styx.”

“Yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t get it; sure it looks…creepy but a river’s a river.” Arthur argued.

Morgana sighed “Didn’t you read any of this in Geoffrey’s library? The only one that actually entered the Styx and survived was Achilles, and that’s only because his mother had him by the ankle. If she didn’t, he’d have died Arthur.”

“Why would I ever go to a library of my own free will when I could have spent more time training?”

Mordred hushed them both. “Okay okay, so an obol is some Greek currency right? Well…hmm…”

Arthur turned to Mordred “You came up with something already?”

“Maybe…Merlin?”

Merlin turned slightly to the former Druid…not completely, he’d be a fool to let Charon out of his sight.

“Would you be able to get any of the coins required from the living world to here?”

“…Perhaps. I’d have to know where one actually is first.”

Mordred smiled “Well an obol if I recall my history lessons well, is simply 1/6 of a drachma. So if you just find us a drachma coin that’d be enough for all 4 of us plus 2 leftover.”

Merlin blinked, than gave a smile of his own before nodded in agreement.

Morgana folded her arms looking mildly impressed while Arthur patted the lad on his shoulder, doing so making him feel nostalgic when he recalled the last time, he did this.

Merlin closed his eyes and focused…

Living Plane

Merlin opened his eyes and saw the unconscious bodies of Morgana and the others, he carefully sat Morgana up against the wall to keep her and the children more comfortable.

Now than, the drachma. Perhaps a Greek museum would have one? Or better yet…

He’s already in some Ancient Greek ruins…surely someone had to have dropped something here?

Merlin entered the center of Taenarum and began to meditate before he began to look into the history of this place with his time spell.

Going back two and a half millennia was tedious to say the least but once he got to where he stopped when he saw the Spartan Massacre of the Helots. In the bloodshed a Spartan General was struck in the head and down his pouch went. That was bad, Merlin doubts that that generals body was ever found since the event after showed the body essentially was left alone along with the others long enough that it decomposed and his beneath the ground.

“It appears to be by the cliffside.”

As Merlin released the spell, he made his way over to the site of the general’s death. Now on the surface it appears as though it’s simply nothing more than grass and plants. Underneath…?

A flash of gold and about 4 meters in the dirt, an armored skeleton and not far from him, a drachma.

“Perfect.”

Merlin didn’t bother reburying him. The Spartan died as he lived as far as he was concerned.

As he re-entered Poseidon’s Temple, Merlin concentrated in his mediation and made his way back to the others.

The Underworld – Realm of Hades

Arthur was just pacing back and forth while Mordred and Morgana were sitting very carefully on some obsidian rocks that looked very very…uncomfortable.

Finally when Merlin reappeared, Morgana stood. “Did you find any?”

Merlin smiled before turning to Charon, thus wiping his smile instantly. He walked up to the skeletal ferryman and shoved the coin into his boned chest.

The drachma dissolved in green flames as the ferryman once more gave a mocking smirk.

“At least Emrys, no one can say you don’t pay your debts…let’s see if you can keep it up.”

“Since you love word play so much Charon you should write them down, make them into a book. Now ride us across the Styx. You have your precious pay.” Merlin didn’t even want to know how much time they’ve wasted playing to this loon’s whim.

“Such is my duty, all aboard please…” Charon’s bony hand pointed them to his small and humble ferry. What appeared to be simply a wooden canoe…yeah okay.

Mordred entered first, than Arthur, than Morgana who looked at Merlin with a nod. He returned the gesture, if Charon tries any tricks…he hopes that he’ll like taking a dip in the Styx.

Merlin got in behind Morgana near the end of the boat, with Charon taking the absolute rear, pushing the ferry away from the docks and off they went.

Sailing across one of the legendary rivers of the Underworld was rather…interesting. That is if you know what to expect. Poor Mordred and Arthur were rather disturbed at hearing the voices of the souls of the damned in its waters that they made certain to stay as reasonably far from the edge of the ferry as possible without bumping into everyone else.

Morgana was trying to keep her nausea under control by doing some breathing exercises. Hearing these spirits try there best to taunt her was annoying. She knew better than to give them any credence but still, bang on a door long on a door long enough and it could make anyone snap. Her only focus was trying to make sure she and Merlin made it out of this safely.

…And the other two also…fine whatever…

“Charon, might I ask you something?” Mordred asked the ferryman who was stoically steering the ferry to their destination.

“Speak Druid, and ask.”

“If Hades is gone, than who oversees the spirits who are in here? The ones in Elysium or Tartarus?” Good thing Mordred loved reading…ironic for a former Druid.

The ferryman gave an icy chuckle, as if glass shards were rubbing together. “That duty has befallen over to the Judges of the Underworld of course. With the Furies acting as the main security force. Of course with Thanatos and the Lady Persephone also gone, we simply had to make do ourselves.”

Morgana narrowed her eyes “I can’t imagine you have much souls entering here regardless, seeing as how hardly anyone still believes in the Greek Deities anymore.”

“Which is exactly how we are managing just fine. So, you can imagine my surprise to seeing you all here. Including the one you seek.”

“Speaking of which.” Merlin interrupted. “The place you’re taking us to, is it the same location that you took Sigan?”

“It is the location I bring all who rides my ferry.”

“Which is?”

“The Heart of this realm. Where souls can make their journey to the Judges”

Arthur looked confused. “But we’re not dead, so where would we go?”

“Heh, that is quite the conundrum, isn’t it? You did say you were here to find the one you call Sigan? I’m sure by the time you get off this ferry you’ll find what you seek.”

Merlin glared at the vile cretin “Meaning?”

Charon spoke plainly “Meaning…it’s time to disembark. You have arrived.”

They all looked around them to see the approaching docks which to the distance inland they could see torches that lit up the dark never-ending sky of the Underworld. That must be the path souls take to the Judges of the Damned.

“It’s been a ride Emrys…don’t be a stranger. You’re always welcome here.” An open grin could be seen from Charon’s hood, the shadows still hiding his upper face.

After getting Morgana off the ferry, Merlin turned back to the ferryman. “If I have it my way I’ll never step foot here again. I don’t know what it is Charon but I know something foul is afoot. If I find out you have a role in it…than yes you could be assured I will return.” Merlin turned and walked off into the distance with the others in tow, leaving the ferryman behind.

“Hehe…good.”

“So where to next? We’re not dead, nor was Sigan so it makes no sense why he would go to the judges anyway.” Morgana inquired, trying to think of their next path forward.

“Perhaps it wasn’t even in his mind regardless. He had to have come here for something important. Something to aid him in the world of the living. No one dead can provide him that." Mordred hypothesized.

Arthur folded his arms, feeling out of place. Planning out moves were usually his area of expertise but…against other kingdoms of Albion. Here in this place had no lay of the land, barely any knowledge of it, and with what little he does have he doesn’t know what creatures remain here. He was truly in shark infested waters at the moment.

Still Arthur was nothing if not determined, and seeing how everyone was contributing he had to at least give it his all.

“If I were Sigan…”

Morgana and Mordred stopped their discussion before turning to Arthur, wondering where he’s going at.

“…and I knew that the gods were no more…I’d go for whatever it is they left behind, like secrets or even…”

“Weapons.”

They turned to Merlin who was eyeing the distance ahead, nothing more than green foggy mist, mountainous obsidian and the scent of the dead.

“He wouldn’t come here for anything else unless it was to access the weapons of Hades.” Merlin concluded.

“But why Hades specifically? I know my knowledge of the Greeks is limited but I thought that Zeus was the strongest? Why not go for his weapon instead?” Arthur asked.

“Most likely because it doesn’t serve his purpose. A lightning bolt is just that. But Hades’ chief weapon was his pitchfork. It could pry a soul out of anyone.” Merlin’s face grew more concerned at the thought. “But what does that have to do with the Conjunction?”

Morgana’s hand instantly clutched her stomach… “Relax, we’ll stop him.” “So than, we’re going to Hades’ palace?”

Merlin nodded, he hoped that was the case. Because Sigan’s trail ended here for some reason.

“Than we haven’t a moment to lose.” Arthur placed his hand on Merlin’s shoulder, to which Merlin chose to ignore. Nodding his head instead.

Traversing through a rocky plain of death and despair was nothing like they show in the movies. There wasn’t fire on every corner but that didn’t exactly make it better.

“It’s gotten quiet…” Morgana pointed out.

“Keep alert, don’t let you guards down for a second.” Merlin’s golden eyes kept searching around, trying to see if Sigan’s trail can be picked up.

Arthur had his baton and shield out, keeping his eyes all around them to prevent them from being taken by surprise.

Mordred bit his lip, honestly in another life this would probably be a very exciting adventure…in this life it isn’t…

“Up ahead!” Morgana shouted.

About a dozen rogue spirits manifested before, appearing from all forms of life. Some were dead warriors of many cultures, other’s just ordinary folks.

“Brace yourselves, I’ll summon runed circle to allow your attacks to harm them!” Merlin clapped his hands together to get ready to perform the spell.

The spirits rushed towards them forcing Arthur and Mordred to dodge their attacks but Morgana brought forth a shield to keep Merlin from being interrupted.

Merlin groaned; he was afraid of this…his potency with his magic isn’t as high as it used to be. It was taking awhile for it to build up its power.

“Merlin?! Anytime before we’re minced would be lovely!” Arthur shouted as he dodged a pike from what looks like an old Spartan soldier.

“I’m…working…on…it!” Merlin grunted out.

“Merlin…!” Morgana’s own powers were depleting,

Shit! Her shield was cracking! Come on damn it!!!! Work!!!!

Finally, they were all encapsulated in a spiritual rune protected circle. The spirits, noticing this blatant weakness now moved more carefully.

“Quickly assemble! We’ll watch each other’s backs! Cover our rear!” Arthur commanded. For once Morgana and Merlin didn’t argue, the former a bit winded from the shield spell which has now dissolved and the latter who was brainstorming ways to circumvent his dilemma and use his magic more effectively.

The four made a circle, their backs to each other. Mordred was in the tougher spot, not having either his magic or an extra weapon. A drone wouldn’t do much here since he didn’t have time to activate it. 

“Mordred here!” Arthur shoved the shield towards the boy who quickly used it to block an incoming strike from one of the ghosts.

Arthur dodged the blow aimed for his abdomen and yanked the spirit closer to zap him with his baton until the spirit dissolved, its essence returning to another section of the Underworld. No doubt the Fields of Punishment… 

Morgana manifested her sword, having no choice but resort to physical attacks to conserve her energy and keep from collapsing due to magical exhaustion. She kept blocking attack and attack from the wretched ghosts and really wished she could just smite them all away. But she was concerned if doing so could have negative consequences on the children?!?!?!

Merlin was fucked, his magic was all over the place. So by now he would have summoned his spear…but it was damaged in the fight with Cathair. 

Why doesn’t Merlin simply fix it? Well, he tried. The staff was made by the Sidhe, thus only Sidhe magic could possibly fix it. And honestly at this point he’s better off scouring for a new weapon. 

Once more Morgana’s concerns on Emrys made their way to Merlin’s head as he tried to slow down the spirits’ movements with as little magic as possible to maintain the best control.

Usually he could just ask Emrys…except thanks to the damn medication it keeps them separate! 

The best he could hope for right now was to focus his magic inward and strengthen his body. The stronger the spells he performs the less control and more chaotic they are. He’ll have to use it more wisely…until he figures out what the fuck is wrong with him.

If he’s the reason why Morgana and their children are hurt…no he needs to stay focused.

He’s got an idea!

“Morgana! Let’s combine our magic for an all out attack!” Merlin shouted.

Morgana widened her eyes at the smart suggestion before asking “Alright! What spell did you have in mind?!”

“Well I don’t know about the rest of you but I’m sweating my arse over here! So let’s go for something cold!” 

Arthur snorted as he stabbed his baton at a spirit who got too close. “Whatever you plan on doing, do it fast! If more come we’ll be overrun!”

Merlin and Morgana grabbed each other’s hand and focused their magic outward in a joint incantation. “Chwythu nhw i ffwrdd mewn rhew!”

In a flash of their golden eyes a blizzard of ice spiraled around them simultaneously blowing the spirits back but then freezing them in place as the air cooled around them.

Arthur took the opportunity to shock the trapped spirits, along with Morgana - who felt well enough having shared this spell with Merlin - slashing the immobile spirits away as they finally dispersed back toward their resting place.

Mordred dropped to his knees, he had forgotten just how much energy it took to do battle. He really had it good this go around in life. 

Merlin rushed to Morgana, making sure she was alright. 

“Merlin, relax. I’m fine. Thanks for coming up with that idea on the spot.”

“Don’t thank me yet, not until we get out of this place.”

“What I want to know is, if all spirits are meant to be secure in the Underworld…why in the world are they roaming around to attack us?!” Arthur’s frustrated voice asked.

Merlin glared at the direction they came from. “Either Charon’s an imbecile or he blatantly lied to us about the condition of this place.”

“Or he genuinely didn’t know.” Mordred added.

“…? Explain.” Merlin narrowed his eyes in curiosity.

“We do know Sigan was here. What if he knew you would try to follow him and thus ensured to make things as difficult for you as possible?” 

Merlin couldn’t deny the logic in Mordred’s words. But that would mean Sigan is deliberately baiting him each time he makes a move…

“Well that justifies our decision to tag along.” Arthur gave a smug smile as he folded his arms.

Morgana rolled her eyes and just tied up her hair that kept clinging to her face. 

“…Yes. It does.” 

All 3 turned to Merlin who looked at Arthur with an assessing gaze. 

“Thank you Arthur. You and Mordred may have very well kept something far worse from happening.” 

“…Of course Merlin.” Arthur nodded with a smile.

Mordred gave a thumbs up, while giving Arthur the shield back. 

Morgana just looked at Merlin with a confused look. “Worse?” 

“Without them…I fear I may not have been able to protect you…” Merlin responded.

“Merlin—”

“My magic is having a mind of its own, and it’s making things more dangerous fy nghalon.” 

Morgana looked frustrated at the news, she didn’t want to believe Emrys was the cause but…

Given her history, his Merlin’s shall we say more…decisive half…she can’t put it past him to try even the most outrageous tactics to get his way.

“Well than, shall we continue off?” Arthur was ready to be done with this hellscape already.

Merlin nodded, holding Morgana’s hand as they all continued on their journey to Hades’ Palace. 

It felt as if they’ve been traversing for hours, but really it was the fact that it began to feel hard to breathe. The very air around them was foul, like decaying corpses. Which was odd because it’s mostly souls that enter the Underworld not bodies.

“Good grief…how much further???” Mordred’s legs were like noodles.

“How is it that you're the same person I trained as a knight?” Arthur retorted from up front.

“Same soul. Different body. Didn’t exactly care for exercising when I didn’t remember I was…well myself.” Mordred sheepishly said.

Morgana scoffed “So in other words you’re a gen z’er.”

“Hey! I was a millennial!”

“You’re not helping your case Mordred.”

Merlin and Arthur at last can say they’re on the same page about something for once…they don’t know what the hell they’re saying.

“Gen Z’er? Millennial?” Merlin wondered if these were yet more terms he was slow on the uptake on.

“I’m a bit surprised Merlin, I would have assumed you knew this already seeing as how you’re immortal…?” Mordred asked as they hopped over some gaps along a cliffside.

Morgana laughed “You’re talking to perhaps the most stubborn old man in existence. Of course he doesn’t pay attention to this stuff. ‘Who cares what they call people?’” Morgana said, mocking Merlin’s voice.

Arthur had to chuckle at that one.

Merlin’s only rebuttal was “Are you seriously saying the current generation of mortals are called the letter Z…?” He dryly asked.

“Okay I’m with Merlin, that’s just stupid. Why would you take pride in being called a letter???” Arthur made sure to keep his balance while all four slid across the cliff, keeping their backs pressed to the mountain to make it to the other side. 

He also told himself not to look down…an entire landscape of greenish ghoulish fog in which they can all hear screams of anguish. 

“I mean what generation would ours even be called?” Mordred wondered. 

Morgana hummed “Good question. We’ll have to brainstorm a name later.”

Merlin groaned…can this get any worse???

Shrieking can be heard in the distance. They were close to the other side of the landscape but damnit…those winged monstrosities didn’t look like they were just flying by.

“The Furies! Move faster!!!” Merlin shouted as the four threw caution to the wind and slid faster along the edges of the mountain cliff.

Arthur made it to the other side first, pulling Mordred on the secure ground. Then Morgana, who rematerialized her sword. 

Merlin as he was about to reach Arthur’s hand had to pull back as one of the Furies swept across, shrieking as it’s talons just barely missed their hands.

“Shit…!” Merlin steadied his balance and kept his back as tightly pressed to the mountain as he could. 

“Merlin!” The others shouted. 

“Should I just transform?” Merlin asked. “No. Even if I turned into a raven, they have reign of the skies…besides with magic out of control, who knows if I’d turn into a raven or a fish!”

Mordred quickly activated his drone, finally having a use for it as the other furies descended on them. 

“Mordred! Do what you can to distract them! I’ll try to pull Merlin in!” Arthur ordered, trying to get close to the edge without tumbling over.

“I’ll help!” Morgana gave a small blessing to his drone, sharpening its speed and accuracy as it shot electricity towards the Wardens of the Underworld. 

The Furies however proved to be formidable. Worthy of their titles, the two that focused on them were easily dodging the attacks but Morgana tried something else.

Carefully using as little magic as possible she turned the wind against them. By increasing the wind pressure and slowing down the speed she is effectively making their wings weaker against the current wind. 

“Smart move!” Mordred called out.

“I know that!” Morgana smirked.

Arthur was really hating this place! Every time he and Merlin were about to grasp each others arms the damn overgrown bat would keep trying to separate them!

Alright he has to time this properly…Arthur got his baton ready as he returned to the edge of the cliff and slid closer to Merlin.

“What are you doing?! You’re supposed to help me get across, not meet me in the middle!” 

“Quiet! I have a plan!” Arthur shouted at the panicking warlock.

“What?! To become minced meat for a demonic bird?!” 

Arthur just ignored him as the Fury shrieked and made its way back toward them at high speed.

“Come on…come on…” Arthur braced himself.

“Arthur…!” 

As the sharp talons came out, Arthur threw his baton straight at the Fury’s abdomen, giving it an electric shock so thoroughly that the other two ceased their attacks on Morgana and Mordred and began to retreat off to the distance, carrying their injured partner along the way. 

“Woah, what just???” Mordred turned to see Merlin keeping Arthur steady, as they both then quickly slid over to them.

“That…was perhaps among your top 10 stupidest plans ever.” Merlin gasped as he tried to control his breathing. Morgana hugging him tightly.

Arthur too was steadying his heart rate but snorted anyway. “Do you even remember any?”

Merlin paused as he released the witch. “…A few.”

Morgana rolled her eyes “Alright boys relax, can we just rejoice that this could have turned uglier and it didn’t?”

The other two just muttered nonsense while she was snorted and dragged Merlin forward to continue their journey. 

Which surprisingly wasn’t much longer.

“Well…I guess this is why we encountered the Furies…” Merlin looked at the sight before him in some wonder before blanking his expression.

“It’s about time is what I’ll say.” Arthur responded.

Up ahead beyond a ravine, surrounded by nothing but hellish landscape was a Greek Temple made of Obsidian, green torches lighting the area. And a dead garden not too far from it.

“Hades Palace, we’re in the Heart of the Underworld.” 

Getting across the ravine was relatively simple. They used Morgana’s sword to cut down a large dead tree and used it as a makeshift bridge.

“Well here we are, so we’re looking for some pitchfork?” Mordred asked as they made it on the other side, now in front of the steps to the palace.

“We have to make sure Sigan didn’t leave with it, and if he did…well who knows what kind of devastation he’ll cause.” Merlin pointed out as they began to walk up the steps of the palace.

“You think we’ll be facing more surprises in here?” Morgana kept her senses high, her grip on her sword firm but honestly…her feet hurt. She can’t wait until they’re out of this dump and she can ‘convince’ Merlin to go to the spa with her.

“At this point I’d be suspicious if there weren’t any.” Arthur pointed out.

“This is a god’s palace. I think it’s safe to say that not just anyone can waltz in unmolested.” Merlin’s head began to ache, he gritted his teeth and powered through.

“Merlin? Are you okay?” Morgana asked, noticing the tense movement of her husband.

“Fine.”

“Are you s—”

“—Let’s stay focused on the task at hand.”

Arthur saw how Morgana narrowed her eyes at the dismissal. He wasn’t blind he could see why she’s concerned. Merlin does seem to be rather stiff in the way he’s walking.

“Merlin maybe she’s right, we could wait a mom—”

“I’M FINE!”

They all paused, as they saw Merlin clenching his fists before breathing and continuing in quicker pace up the stairs.

“Morgana…is Merlin okay?” Mordred tentatively asked.

Morgana bit her lip, how was she supposed to answer that? “Depends who you ask I suppose.” With that she continued on, Arthur and Mordred behind her.

The pounding was becoming harder, Merlin dared not show anymore weakness in front of them. But my goodness if it wasn’t getting to be overwhelming, but why?! What could be causing him to have such…

Once he was on top Merlin froze.

Morgana nearly bumped into him and tried to look him over “Merlin? What’s going on? Why did you stop?”

Arthur snapped his fingers in front of him but nothing.

Merlin didn’t even register them, his gaze only focused on the figure in the distance standing in front of the palace entrance, back turned and darkness oozing from his pores.

“Cornelius Sigan…”

The man in question turned around towards him and gave a smirk. An evil glint in his cruel eyes.

The others blinked and quickly turned themselves to Merlin’s line of sight…but there wasn’t anyone there.

“…Are you sure you’re alright Merlin? Perhaps the current environment is just getting to you?” Arthur suggested. But Merlin shook his hand off his shoulder and stumbled his way forward, hands gripping his head.

Arms strapped to a table, bright lights blinding his eyes. Men in white lab coats poking and prodding him until he couldn’t breathe.

“The subject demonstrates limitless reserves of power meine Allgemeine.”

My General…

Merlin’s hands were nearly ripping his hair out as simply keeping his eyes open were giving him excruciating pain.

“Merlin?!”

Merlin shook off Morgana’s grip continuing to move towards the source of his problems…his pain.

Screams of anguish as countless procedures being performed on his body. Arms trapped on a machine draining him of his essence…

“Hmm subject appears to still be durable despite his reserves empowering our operation meine Allgemeine.”

His eyes glaring viciously at the human wretch daring to meddle with forces beyond his understanding!!!

Mordred was at a loss at what to do. “Guys are you sure there’s nothing here? Otherwise…” “Merlin was crazy...”

Arthur looked around once more and shook his head, he truly didn’t know what was going through Merlin’s head.

Morgana tried to enhance her senses and looking beyond the plane they were in, but all she could see was some clouds of dark magic residue. But nothing at all to indicate that Sigan was here in the flesh.

Merlin finally mustered the will to speak. “*Surely…I must be…losing my mind…for how could you…! How could you…not look…any diffe…rent…after so long…!*”

Arthur and Mordred were now looking at Merlin like he was a ticking time bomb, while Morgana was legitimately trying to see if perhaps, they were the ones missing something. But for the life of her she can’t find anything…

But while Arthur and Mordred didn’t realize what Merlin was speaking…Morgana did…Merlin was speaking in German…

Sigan’s smirk merely widened at Merlin’s painful attempts at speaking. “Isn’t that a bit laughable coming from you?”

“…!!!” Merlin groaned and grunted as he kept trying to move towards the dark Sorcerer.

“AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”

Literal shocks of pain, so much zapping. What day is it? What year? Is the war over? What became of his squad? The prisoners? Did they flee? Is Morgana alright? Will he…will he ever leave this place?

“Subject’s resistance is remarkable. Despite the siphoning of his power, he still continuously replenishes all that he loses. Or perhaps it is a type of recycling? Further tests will have to be performed with your order, meine Allgemeine.”

Merlin groggily opened his eyes, wishing beyond anything that this can stop…if only for just a minute…

These mortals…all trying to pry him open and discover the secrets of his flesh…craving for more and more…they’ve always been selfish and cruel but…

And than there’s him…

Merlin weakly glared at the ringleader who stood off to the side of his scientists with soldiers standing guard by the entrance, arms folded gently behind his back. Uniform neatly worn and officer hat with the badge signifying his rank…

Allgemeine König…General Sigan.

Merlin abruptly stopped and fell to a knee, screaming in agony!

“Merlin! Merlin please stop! Just let me help!” Morgana tried to use any healing spell at her disposal but she didn’t know what exactly she was supposed to heal! She can’t heal trauma with magic!

Arthur rushed forward but stopped when Merlin shook off his sister, despite her loud protests and saw his agonized look once more dead ahead of them.

Mordred tried to see if his drone can scan anything in the surrounding area…nothing.

“Guys…do you think that maybe…?” Mordred cut himself off…not wanting to be the one to say it.

Sigan’s teeth were shown as his smirk became an open grin. “Oh Merlin…you’re my precious specimen…I can’t wait to devour you whole.”

The General’s smirk was prominent as he stepped closer to his chief researcher, not once taking Merlin out of his sights. “From this point on you have complete reign over the subject. I expect results by the turn of the year.”

“Hahaha you’ll not be disappointed meine Allgemeine.”

The General than leaned down to Merlin’s ear and whispered “Oh Merlin…you’re my precious specimen…I can’t wait to devour you whole.”

As if a switch flipped, the pain turned into rage as Merlin stood – shocking those around him – and charged straight at the monster before him.

“Aaaagggggghhhhh!!!!!!” His trepidation of his magic momentarily vanished and used it to strengthen his body and quicken his speed. Right fist glowing in golden aura ready to pummel Sigan into paste as Merlin launched forward within striking distance.

Only for Sigan’s dark magic to bind him midair.

“Merlin!!! Are you okay?!?!” Merlin could hardly hear anything they’re saying though, his mind panicking at being trapped once again by this…this disgusting sack of meat!

“Oh Merlin, what’s happened? You used to be stronger than this.” Sigan’s cold rough voice enunciated.

“Fuck…you…!”

Was Emrys laughing at him? Or was he watching in disappointment…? Here Merlin was, once more being at the mercy of a selfish and…if only he can just kill him!!!

Sigan’s gave a soft chuckle before launching Merlin far back below and over the ravine.

“MERLIN!” Everyone ran back down the steps and to the edge of the ravine.

Arthur peered down as Mordred held Morgana back in fear that she may fall.

Merlin was holding on too a dead branch not too far from the top.

“Merlin! Hold on! Morgana’s he’s here can you get him up?!” Arthur shouted.

Morgana shook off Mordred and went toward the edge, seeing her husband starring at them in horror. “Give me some space!” Morgana tried to muster the energy to perform a levitating spell, easier said than done. The amount of magic she’s already used is making it really difficult.

Merlin however was focused on more who was behind her…

“Don’t you know Merlin, that the easiest way to subdue someone…is to target their heart?” Sigan’s hand mockingly caressed Morgana’s stomach…he’s touching their children!

The witch in questions abruptly stopped the spell as she felt her skin crawl and a cold shiver. “What in bloody hell was that?!?!” She felt her magic being subdued, how in the world was this happening?! Was she right?!?! Is Merlin just able to see the unseeable?!

“STOP HIM! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!?!” Merlin shouted at her.

“Merlin whatever it is you’re seeing! We can’t!” Arthur shouted, noticing Morgana was frantically trying to shake something off.

“Can you lift yourself up?!” Mordred asked, trying to find some way to help. He’s never cursed himself for his lack of magic more than now.

Merlin gritted his teeth as he felt his fingers slipping!

One thing has been nagging his mind though…why hasn’t Sigan used his magical emp’s??? He can easily toss one over and do whatever he wants with them!!!

“Alas Merlin, now is not yet time. But don’t worry…soon Destiny shall prevail. And I will finish what I started.” Sigan’s eyes glowed as the ground began to quiver and the edge that everyone stood on crumbled knocking them all off into the depths of the ravine.

“NO!” Merlin let go of the branch and chased after them.

Everyone of them falling at high speeds, who knows where they’ll end up???

“Ugh! I can barely see anything!” It was hard to see an end! How long did this ravine extend towards???

Merlin kept feeling himself getting more and more separated from Morgana as they both tried to grab the other but to no avail!

“Hold on!” Merlin’s eyes flashed a bright gold as he used the strongest magic he had to form a barrier around her body.

“What did you do?!?!” She shouted, but it was getting hard to hear her…

Merlin instead turned to Mordred who was the closest to his wife “Keep her safe! Keep my children safe!”

Mordred’s eyes widened as he grasped Morgana tightly to him, hoping to take the brunt of their eventual fall.

Merlin than finally lost consciousness and like a pin, dropped ever quicker toward the bottom. Arthur shouted out to him “MERLIN!” Before finally…darkness.

???

From the mountains opposite of the palace, 3 hooded figures could be seen overlooking the events.

“Everything is going exactly as we have foreseen.” One said.

“Not exactly. These events were never to occur at all.” Said another.

“Peace sisters, for soon the fabric of Destiny shall be renewed. And all will be right once more.” Ah now it’s clear.

The Sisters of Fate.

The Fates than saw Sigan dissipate into nothing…as if he were never there to begin with.

“Such a shame Emrys did not heed to our warning.”

“Morgana Pendragon continues to neglect them as well, they spit on our authority. The Priestess was never meant to return.”

“This is the first step in writing those wrongs.”

“But not without invoking the proper punishment.” All three spoke in unison.

Chapter Text

The Underworld – Lower Levels

Arthur groaned; he opened his eyes to what appeared to a pitch-black sky. No stars, no clouds…just…nothing. Then he looked around and saw a river that looked similar to the Styx flowing not too far from him, ironically being the only real source of light around here due to the glow of the trapped spirits. 

Ah yes…he’s in the Underworld.

He really needs to stop letting this happen to him.

He noticed Merlin to his right, out cold and in an uncomfortable position. Quickly, Arthur rushed over to him and tried to get him to wake up.

“Merlin! Hey Merlin! Come on, you dolt wake up!” 

Finally Merlin groaned…he hasn’t felt this weak since…

“Rrrgghhh!!!” He held his head, the pain from the fall paled in comparison to the one in his mind.

“Take it easy…” Arthur didn’t really know what to do here. Morgana usually handled Merlin’s outbursts…and she wasn’t here.

Hell neither was Mordred. Where are they? Why aren’t they with them??? They all fell together!

“Morgana!”

Arthur snapped out of his thoughts and saw Merlin on his feet shouting up around them.

“Morgana! Can you hear me?!?!” Merlin began to circle around in a frenzy. 

“Merlin…”

“Morgana!” 

“Merlin…!”

“Please! Just send me a sign that you’re alright!”

“Merlin!”

“WHAT!” Merlin turned toward Arthur with an enraged face and molten gold in his eyes.

Arthur held his hands up and gently walked up to his friend like one does to a stray dog. “No one else seems to be here. We most likely got separated into different sections of…wherever this is.”

Merlin huffed and just decided to move in any direction he thinks can help him reunite with his wife. Eyes turning gold hoping to help him pierce through the shadows.

“Wandering aimlessly won’t help us either.”

“If you want to stay here forever, be my guest Arthur! But I’m going to find her before Sigan sinks his claws into her!”

“…Merlin, are you sure you saw him?”

“No Arthur! I just knocked myself into a ravine for shits and giggles!” Merlin scoffed. He then lit a small flame in his palm to try to illuminate their surroundings further. He didn’t really want to go anywhere near the river.

“…Okay look, can’t you just send us back to our bodies? You and Morgana can do that anytime right? So maybe she and Mordred’s there right now waiting for you to grow a brain.” Arthur pointed out.

Merlin immediately stopped and widened his eyes…of course! Why didn’t he think of that?!

“Arthur…for once your annoying tongue has produced fruit.” Merlin teased as he tried to clear his mind and get into a meditative trance, ignoring Arthur’s rants on how Merlin was the annoying one.

Merlin took deep breaths, in and out. In and out…

Arthur waited, expecting to see Merlin fade away back to his body taking Arthur along with him.

A minute turned into another…and another…and before he knew it the look on Merlin’s face began to grow frustrated. Arthur can see Merlin’s pupils from behind his eyelids, moving in different directions in a frenzy.

Merlin finally opened his eyes, looking down at his hands as if they were foreign to him.

“Merlin…?”

The man in question slammed his fists onto the ground in a powerful shout.

Arthur had to keep balance when he felt the ground rumble at the impact.

“It’s not working! I don’t understand!” Merlin’s anger came as bright as the sun…extinguished like smoke. He sank his head as his hands gripped his knees in frustration.

“…” Again, Arthur didn’t know what to do. Back in the day he’d just tap Merlin’s shoulder and crack a joke or just order him to do something to distract him. He isn’t good with giving…emotional aid. Gods knew he has his own issues.

“Guinevere would have known what to do.” Arthur mourned the fact that his wife and Merlin’s relationship had cooled after his death, that was the furthest thing he had wanted. But would his and Merlin’s relationship have cooled if Gwen had died instead…? Still it was good to hear that they reconciled shortly before her passing.

The former king sighed and slowly walked up to Merlin who hadn’t moved a muscle, nor did he notice Arthur sit down beside him on the cold dark ground.

“Merlin, we’ll find her. Have we not gotten through worse things than this before?”

Merlin was silent for a bit before responding “Like what?”

“Well…I’m assuming all that you’ve done for me, for Camelot.”

Merlin lifted his head and Arthur could see the tears streaming down his cheeks.

“I can’t sense her down here Arthur. Wherever the fuck this is…I can’t sense her at all…” Merlin caught himself before looking away, closing his eyes. “I can’t live without her Arthur…I can’t live without them …”

Arthur wrapped an arm around his friend, feeling a bit awkward but knowing that his wife would be smiling to see him take this extra step.

“She’s immortal though, isn’t she? Plus, you protected her body with your magic. I’m sure she and the babies are fine.”

Merlin gave him a long look and stared up at the dark abyss. “She is and she isn’t. She can never age, she can never die at the hands of mortal weapons. But she can die…and especially our children.”

Merlin than abruptly stood and paced around in a fury. “I told her not to come! If she had just listened this wouldn’t be happening!”

Arthur stood and grasped his shoulders “If Morgana were true to herself, then she would have simply followed you anyway Merlin. That woman never did anything others told her regardless.”

Merlin sighed, “I just want to know if she’s alright, I can’t do that if I don’t even know where we are…”

“About that, why do you think you can’t bring us back to our bodies? Surely your knowledge of the Underworld can help us here?” Arthur once more turned back to the only natural source of light here, the river.

Merlin just kept brainstorming answers in his head. “Well...” Merlin looked back at the river and sighed. “Only way to find out I guess, is to follow the river.”

Arthur made sure his baton was in place, the shield was cracked…but it’s the best he has.

“Let’s go then, if we know those two as well as we think. Then they’ll be finding their own way to us as well.”

Merlin hummed “…If they’re alright.”

“I’m sure they are.”

“You have a lot of faith.”

“That surprises you?”

“…I suppose it’s been too long since I’ve allowed myself to have such blind hope.”

“It isn’t blind at all; Morgana and Mordred were at one point our formidable foes. They can handle themselves surely.”

“Not if Sigan has any say in it.”

“…Why couldn’t we see him if he was there?”

Merlin huffed “I don’t know. All I can say is that he was.”

“…I believe you.”

Merlin looked at him with suspicion before nodding in gratitude. “Let’s go.”

They trailed alongside the river, hoping that at some point the landscape will change.

“You and Morgana…”

“…?”

Arthur thought of his next words carefully “I never understood at first, hell I’m still trying to understand it now. But you really love each other..."

Merlin glanced at him as they walked, wondering where he was going with this.

“She told us much about your past, both individually and together. But how did you see your relationship as? How did you even come to love her at all? When did it start?”

Merlin debated if this is really a story worth telling, but what else is he going to do while they just walk endlessly? At least Arthur is providing a decent distraction…

“Well…it all started when I first came to Camelot and saw a breathtaking woman with sharp green eyes on a balcony…”

Meanwhile

Morgana opened her eyes to see Mordred looking at her in concern. His bag was on the ground nearby, drone smashed to bits. She groaned as she sat up with Mordred urging her to take it easy.

She saw around them a much darker landscape, a bit of flames everywhere but also another river flowing into the distance.

She felt her belly just to confirm that her worst fears were false…they’re okay. “Thank the goddess…” But the Goddess is gone…hell most if not all of the gods are gone. So, who’s left to thank?

“Are you alright?” She heard Mordred ask.

“…We’re fine.”

Mordred felt relief at the confirmation that nothing happened to the twins. He doubted Merlin would have been able to forgive him.

“Where are we?” Morgana asked.

“I’m not sure.” Mordred looked around the landscape, the sky above them was pitch black. But beyond that darkness has to be the top of the ravine. “This is some lower portion of the Underworld I assume.”

Morgana carefully stood to her feet, wobbling a bit with Mordred keeping her steady.

“Do you need to rest a bit more?”

Morgana shook her head. “No. I want to find Merlin as soon as possible.”

“I do too, but surely he’d be the first to understand if you need another moment or two to gather your bearings.” Mordred said.

“Heh he really wouldn’t actually.”

Mordred looked at her curiously, puzzled by why she thinks that.

“Don’t get me wrong, sure Merlin would make the effort to act that way on the outside. On the inside? Well…”

“…”

“…”

“…What is it Morgana?”

“…You must understand, for eons Merlin and I only truly had each other. Even in the early years following the aftermath of Camlann, any mortal friends or acquaintances we made individually or together were fleeting and temporary. We were…are each other’s only source of consistency.”

Mordred didn’t know what to say to that. It’s not like he could relate. His love for Kara seemed trivial by comparison. These two had to have truly adored one another to move beyond their past and still he married to this day…

“Some would call it unhealthy, codependency, suffocating…what the fuck do they know…?! They’ve never walked a meter in our shoes. The fact is, that in our lowest points we were there for each other when no one else was.” Morgana stroked her stomach, trying to feel her little ones. 

“You and Merlin, I’ve never seen a relationship like yours before.” Mordred hoped this could distract her long enough for them both to gather their bearings.

“In this life of the previous?”

“…Both.” Mordred admitted.

“Heh…yeah we’re not exactly what most would call conventional.”

“I know you said that him saving you in Salem is what sealed the deal but, how did you two manage to maintain that love for each other throughout centuries?”

Morgana blinked at her lap, trying to articulate her thoughts. “It wasn’t exactly an easy process. Hence why it took centuries for us to reach that point at all. Or at least…it took me centuries to reach that point. Merlin as I told you before was in his own world at the time. His love for me was always there.”

“…”

“I was just so bitter. About everything. Throughout all of my campaigns against Camelot, Merlin was Emrys my apparent destined foe. Oh you know what they say, those you love tend to hurt you the most …well truer words have never been spoken. Of course everything that he did from lying to me about both of our powers, to poisoning me, to foiling my every move, to stabbing me with Excalibur are what kept me from letting go and simply moving on.”

“I remember you said that Merlin’s…suicidal tendencies are what pushed you towards forgiveness?”

Morgana sighed, rubbing her bump some more. “How could I possibly hate a man worse than he hated himself?” And at times still hates himself… “After I stopped trying to maim him on sight, he always did his best to make me feel like…like I mattered. Like I was important, like despite what our fates were, that I fucking mattered…”

“…Instead of Arthur?”

“…I always came second to him. Everyone in my life at some point or another. Very few people ever put me first, but because the fates love blonde headed idiots I suppose I drew the short end of the stick. Even Morgause only brought me into her circle, because Arthur denied her thanks to Merlin’s interference.”

“I’m just impressed that you’ve both manage to remain married to this day, that your love for each other persevered over your animosity. It gives me hope.”

“Hmm? With Kara?”

“She gave me her number…before I left the restaurant.” Mordred blushed, causing Morgana to give a small chuckle.

“Yeah well, saying my vows on the actual wedding day was easy. It was the years leading up to it that I had struggle with.”

“What do you mean?”

“I loved and hated Merlin long before I ever learned he was Emrys. I hated Emrys as soon as I learned of his existence. Then I learned they were one and the same. From you funny enough and thus I hated Merlin as a whole even more then. Then Merlin, after so much time and grinding actually melts my heart to his charms and I love him again…but I remain uncertain about Emrys.”

“But I thought you no longer put any stock on what Destiny says?” Mordred asked.

“I don’t. But you must understand, for so long I’ve only ever seen Emrys as some sort of boogeyman. Some entity that could end me if he so truly wanted. I realized at the time that if I loved Merlin, if I wanted to marry him…I’d have to accept Emrys was going to be a part of my life. I made peace with that, it was easy once I looked into the eyes of my lover around a small group of friends…”

“…But?”

“Than the war, Sigan. Fracturing Merlin’s soul so severely that he split them into two different identities. It was easier to accept Emrys when he was simply part of Merlin…they were the same soul but now…”

The one they call Emrys will walk in your shadow…

“…Now he’s practically a person on his own, without Merlin.”

Morgana sighed, “I’m not saying I expect Emrys to suddenly want me dead…I can tell he doesn’t. But…and I really hate thinking about it when I’m around Merlin but…I just can never contain my trepidation whenever I see glimpses of Emrys emerge from the depths of Merlin’s outbursts. I hate giving the fates power over me, the words of that damned prophecy always seeming to come back to haunt me.” 

He is your destiny and he is your doom…

“I’m surprised Emrys doesn’t sense this about you, I would imagine it’d be simple being able to tell you’re discomfort in his presence?”

“Oh I don’t doubt it, sometimes I feel as though he holds his own grudge against me because of it. It wasn’t like it was easy stopping him the first time around. When Emrys decides on something, he rarely deters from it. I suppose it was a trait that he and Merlin both share. They’re unshakable faith in an idea. Not wanting to question if said idea is wrong or could fail…” Morgana remembered those days, how Emrys simply dismissed her pleas and concerns. Only when she appealed to Merlin did the madness stop, if only the mortals knew just how close they were to nuclear annihilation…well actually they did but if they only knew who’s fault it really was…

“Is it really that simple though? Even if they’re soul is split, it can’t he as if they’re two completely different people? 

“Look, I know that ultimately, they’re both the same person. Which does make me wonder how much of what Emrys wants is what Merlin in his entirety wants? They may be split now but they both make up the entirety of who Merlin is as a single entity. Hopefully however I can finally discover the way I can undo Sigan’s damage and restore Merlin to his proper self. Putting the terrors of the past behind us forever and look towards the future.” 

“Your family.”

“This was something I had lost hope for Mordred. To say that Merlin and I have tried many times would do it an injustice.”

“You fear Emrys would hurt the children?”

“Ironically that’s the last thing I believe he would do. Emrys is many things but he never hurt Aithusa, Cynfab or the rest.” 

“It’s just odd to me, for much of my life as a Druid we were taught Emrys was the hope of all magic. Clearly Merlin was a different matter. But to hear that Emrys nearly brought the world to ruin…it just seems so unreal.”

Morgana said solemnly “Yeah well, that’s what happens after 1500 years. At some point you just break.”

“So why haven’t you?”

“Oh dear Mordred, I broke long ago. Nothing tops being stuffed into a deep dark ditch with your trusted dragon contemplating if you would ever see the top again.”

“Ah yes, Sarrum…” Mordred remembers that tale grimly. 

“Morgana, something just tells me that Merlin and Emrys aren’t so opposite as you seem to believe.”

“Fine. Elaborate.”

“Well, judging from all that you’ve said since I remembered myself, Merlin and Emrys seem to be carrying aspects of who I remember Merlin to be.”

“Yes, that's what I said.”

“But while you say you know they’re the same soul, I can’t help but always notice you seem to keep making a clear distinction between Merlin and Emrys, when really it’s just Merlin.”

“Okay now you’ve lost me.”

“So ‘Merlin’” Mordred used finger quotes “Seems to carry all of his more typical aspects. His compassion, his reason, his hope.”

“…”

“Whereas ‘Emrys’ seems to carry all of Merlin’s more…shall we say divine aspects. His determination, his intensity, his obsession.”

“Hence why I differentiate the two Mordred. Merlin from Camelot only ever displayed those certain traits when he shed his identity as Arthur’s serving boy.”

“But surely it’s not that there’s literally now two different Merlin’s?”

“I don’t know, this is all really just us speculating. All this with Merlin is unprecedented, I’ve never encountered something like this in any time I’ve lived. And I worry about what might happen if Merlin’s soul is never restored to its proper form.”

“…Well, if there’s any way I can help, please let me know.”

Morgana gave him a brief smile and nodded in gratitude. “Alright, I’ve humored your attempts at getting me to rest long enough. It’s time to move.” 

“Alright if you’re sure. Let’s see where they might be.” Mordred acquiesced.

Morgana took a deep breath, as she finally felt a bit more energized. She tried to search for an obvious pathway out of here, there wasn’t.

“Well, this river has to lead somewhere, doesn’t it?”

Mordred looked at the ectoplasmic colored river. “I guess…”

Her mouth felt so dry, made it a bit uncomfortable to swallow.

“I’d be scared to ask if the river is drinkable…but we can’t eat or drink anything here.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea regardless…” Mordred looked a bit green himself looking at the glowing green river.

“There’s something unusual about this place…”

Mordred turned to her, seeing her concerned expression as she narrowed her eyes looking around them.

She continued “Until now, I’ve always felt a feint connection to my body in the physical plane. Now? It’s as if I’m cut off.”

“…So we’re stuck here.” Well that certainly put a damper on his mood.

“I’m not going to wait here and find out.”

“Good to start walking?”

“Yes, let’s follow the river. Hopefully wherever Merlin and Arthur are, they’ll be doing something similar.”

The two walked alongside the river, as the howling’s of the spirits filled their ears. At some point it became background noise, as they were determined not to let this distract them.

It was easier said than done of course.

Ultimately everything just looked the same the more they put one foot ahead of the other.

“Is this a curse?! Why the fuck are we still here?!” Morgana raged as she coughed, her dry mouth even worse now.

She wasn’t the only one, Mordred refrained from talking too much in an effort to control his thirst. “I can’t lie…that river looks very appealing right now.”

“We can’t drink…”

“I know…”

At this point she didn’t know if they would find the others in time before their thirst becomes unbearable.

Suddenly the voices of the river began to get louder in Mordred’s ear, his pupils having a green tint to them as he stared at the running liquid.

“Mordred? What is it?”

He ignored her however; he slowly began walking to the river in question as if in a trance.

Maybe he is?

“Hey! Stop what are you doing?! Back away from there!”

To the former Druid, Morgana could have easily have been hundreds of miles away. The voices of the spirits seducing him to come closer, to make his way into the waters---!

His arm was yanked back by Morgana. “Snap out of it you fool! They’re just trying to trap you here forever!”

Mordred’s gaze returned to its previous clarity as he blinked, wondering how he got here and feeling his now wet legs.

“What??? How did this---”

“You nearly took a dip in the river, which would have meant you inevitably getting tons of creepy spirit water down your gullet.”

“…Thanks.”

She sighed and glared down at the river, wanting nothing more than to boil it.

She felt Mordred tapping her shoulder. “Umm Morgana…”

“Not now Mordred I need a minute.” Morgana said, seriously contemplating serious harm to this annoying body of ghoulish water.

“There’s a ghost right in front of us.”

Quickly Morgana followed his gaze to their right, low and behold up ahead was a small little spirit…a boy from ages ago from the looks of his chiton.

Immediately she aimed her palm at the ghost in an effort to try and attack it. However, without a rune circle it’s pointless. Doesn’t mean she’s going down without a fight…

“Wait Morgana don’t attack!”

“Has that river given you leave of your senses?!” Morgana shouted, turning back to the boy in question.

“But he isn’t attacking! I think…I think he wants us to follow him…?”

Morgana rolled her eyes with gritted teeth. “That’s a laugh Mordred, ha ha.”

“I’m serious, look again.” Mordred pointed towards the child ghost, this time Morgana reluctantly humoring the former Druid.

Low and behold…the spirit was pointing them in a direction and floating ahead of them.

“Believe me now?! We should follow him!”

Morgana weighed their options, not liking how limited they are. 

“He could lead us to Merlin.”

Well that settles it she supposes. Morgana sighed and relented, at the very least this will give her more time to replenish her powers in the event that she was right after all.

The spirit boy led them to what appeared to be a simple wall of obsidian that went high and beyond the pitch-black sky above them.

“This is a dead end; ugh I knew this was a waste of time!” Morgana huffed.

Mordred bit his lip, surely there was something here?!

The ghost simply phased right through the structure, giving them pause.

“Hmm…” Morgana squinted, carefully touching the rocky wall only to be shocked when her hand went right through it.

“Uhh…???” Mordred looked a bit freaked out. Morgana however tentatively walked forward, being swallowed up until she appeared on the other side.

Mordred bit his lip and took a deep breath before rushing in to follow her to a…dungeon? 

At least he thinks it’s a dungeon. 

Torture devices on walls, racks, cells you name it.

“Well…at least we have a change of scenery…?” 

Morgana snorted, she spotted the spirit by the entrance to a stairway. “I guess we’re finally going up.”

“Why is there a dungeon here though? Wouldn’t souls just be sent to Tartarus or something?” Mordred asked as they followed the ghost up what appeared to be never ending stairs.

“Honestly? I think we’re underneath Hades’ palace.” 

Mordred looked intrigued by the thought. “How do you figure?”

Morgana nudged her arm towards the wall material “It’s the same as the palace up on top was made of. And the aura emanating from them feels the same. It could be that this is where Hades keeps unwanted visitors. Maybe he held Orpheus here at some point?” 

“I really hope this doesn’t mean that we have to walk all the way back up…”

Morgana rolled her eyes but honestly…she didn’t want to either. She was so bloody thirsty…

“So how are we going to find Merlin and Arthur? Should we stay here and look some more?” Mordred asked.

“I think going back on top and searching from there could be more beneficial, I tried to sense him earlier but something’s blocking my magic. Hades has designed this place well, which leads me to believe many visitors who haven’t died have made their way here to free their dead loved ones…” 

“…Are we at least confident he isn’t leading us to a trap?”

Morgana followed his finger pointing to the child spirit. “Weren’t you the one who told me to give him a chance?”

“I know. I know.  But now it just all seems a bit too convenient, it’s too easy.”

“Maybe. But we’re running out of time. And quite frankly I’m glad to get as much distance from that damn river as possible in this damned place.”

“I guess…”

Finally the stairs stopped and they entered a room.

“This isn’t the top at all, hell I don’t know what this room could be?” Morgana cursed as she glared at the ghost who just floated towards a drawn circle on the floor in the center of this large empty room.

The one caveat?

Blood stains, all over the circle.

“No…”

Mordred turned to the witch in confusion. “What is it?”

“That’s a magical circle used to traverse through whichever  realms you desire…” Morgana aimlessly explained.

“Okay…? Then shouldn’t we use it? Maybe it’ll help us find the others and get out of here?”

“One problem with that.”

“What?”

“Blood magic.”

Mordred looked shocked at the information.

“In order to use it you must offer blood…I’m assuming whatever prisoners Hades or whoever kept down here were used for that purpose…” Morgana turned to the ghost. “Is this why you’ve led us here? Will this lead us to our friends?”

The boy's apparition obviously couldn’t speak, yet it still only stared back at her blankly. 

Morgana groaned as she turned her back at the sight of the ritualistic circle.

“Morgana, I know you and Merlin don’t exactly like Blood Magic…but if we can’t escape back to the physical world from here, what choice do we have?”

“Look Mordred, Merlin and I made a pact with each other that we would never resort to the art of Blood Magic.” Morgana stated firmly, still not looking the boy in the eye, glaring at the floor. 

“I know but if you don’t we’re stuck here!”

“There are consequences to meddling with this!”

“Well I can’t do it Morgana in case you’ve forgotten!”

Morgana gritted her teeth, trying to contemplate what to do!

Meanwhile

“All those times sneaking into her chambers, neither my father nor myself ever catching wind of them.”

“You weren’t exactly the most aware person in Camelot.” Merlin teased.

Arthur scoffed “Sometimes I still wish this was all a dream. That I would wake up, Guinevere would be right next to me. You’d be obnoxiously waking me up at the crack of dawn. Even Morgana would be there, long before our lives took a turn for the worse.”

“Hmm…I noticed you didn’t include Uther.”

“…My father had his time. I’m only sorry that I hurt you in the process of understanding that.”

Merlin looked at Arthur and gave him a small smile as they kept walking close to the river.

“I don’t really know what would have happened if we were caught. I’d imagine your father at the very least would have banished me if he were feeling merciful.”

Arthur hummed “Of course at the time no one but he knew that Morgana was his daughter.”

“So I doubt he would have felt merciful.”

“…So you would have done what?”

“Well, at the time leaving Camelot would have been out of the question for me. I suppose I would have ‘left’ and turned myself into another form.”

“Another form? Like Dragoon?”

“Yes. Or Dolma. Whichever tickled my fancy.” Shrugged Merlin.

“…I still can’t believe you turned yourself into an old woman. I mean I know I always called you a girl but that’s just ridiculous…” Arthur snorted.

“I mean, it wasn’t the only time of course.”

“You seriously turned into a woman more than once???”

“Do you know how easy it is to lure people in with a smile and some wine? It was really useful to get people to diverge their secrets. Especially when you act exactly as they expect.”

“Such as?”

“Well like how you always consider them to be, airy dairy damsels.”

“I don’t—”

“You do.”

“Maybe a little but come on! The only serious women I had to worry about were either Queens or Sorceresses!” Arthur ranted.

“Sheesh, Mordred’s done a good job bringing you up to speed on modern social standards.”

“Oh bugger off! Why would you have needed to do those things anyway?”

“Well, during my expeditions I craved advancing my knowledge. Studying the local tales and histories of each foreign land I visited required some…persuasion. For example, the Dragons.”

“The Dragons? The ones that you found in the east?”

“Indeed, they proved a challenge to find on my own, so a little spell here, some tits there, and a whole bottle of whichever the strongest alcoholic beverage was available at the time and I had those secrets prying out of the lips from all the monks out in the east.” 

“...I’m almost scared to ask.”

“Hmm? Ask what?”

“Did you…and they…ever…?”

“Oh? No. It never got that far, nor would I have allowed it to. I always laced the drinks with a truth spell, not so severe that they’ll notice something was odd but enough that they’ll think it was just the alcohol loosening their tongues. I needed to be sure that they weren’t spouting off nonsense after all.” 

“I see…”

“What is it now Arthur?”

Arthur thought about his question as they kept walking forward, not a change in scenery at all. If anything perhaps the river was glowing brighter. 

“Morgana indicated that you in all your years alive, never really…mingled? Is she really the only one you’ve ever…made love to?”

Merlin looked a bit weirded out by the question…who wouldn’t be? “She actually told you that? Goodness, does that woman have nothing else to gossip about but me?” “What’s the point of being on the internet all day if not to catch up on the latest gossip or trends???” Merlin will never understand.

“…So it’s true?” 

“I mean…yes? Why would I do so with anyone else?” Merlin huffed.

“I mean…1500 years is a pretty long time, Morgana herself stated that she had in her words ‘flings’…I just assumed that…”

“Arthur, I get that there have been secrets between us…but when have I ever shown myself to be interested whatsoever in sex?” 

Arthur kept his mouth shut, blushing as he turned away from Merlin and to the river. “Well that’s why I’m asking now is it?”

“Arthur, I take matters of the heart very seriously. Even if I were interested in ‘mingling’ as you put it. I’m a bastard in case you’ve forgotten. While my father never left because he wanted to, still my mother was perceived as a whore by the villagers and I ostracized as a result of that. The last thing I wanted to do was sleep with whoever was out there, and ruin their lives as well.” Merlin stated firmly. 

“I didn’t think of it that way, it makes sense I suppose.”

“Well how many women did you lie with before Gwen?”

“Huh? None!”

“Because?”

“What do you mean because? You know why!”

“Humor me.”

“Ugh! Because I wanted to only be with the one I love!” Arthur never felt so embarrassed like this….wait a minute….

Oh….

“I see.”

“Understand now?” Merlin asked in jest.

“All those years Merlin, and you actually believed that you and Morgana would become something more than you were?”

“Not exactly. I didn’t think anything. I just knew that in my heart I would always love her. No one else compared, and thus no one else was worthy. I can’t simply force myself to engage with someone when my heart simply isn’t in it. I’m not Gwaine.”

“Heh, heaven forbid.”

“Indeed.” 

This felt nice, the longest they’ve gone since Arthur’s return without either side shouting at the other. Almost like a return to form barring the obvious differences. There were still many things left unsaid, but this was good. 

Now if they can just find a way out of this damn endless schism!

“You know what Tik Tok is?”

Arthur blinked at the random question. 

“What the hell is that?”

“THANK YOU! Ugh I swear every other month or so for the past 30 something years have been a nightmare! The internet really can be frustrating, Morgana never leaves the annoying thing alone for longer than an hour.” Merlin huffed.

Arthur finally understood what was happening, judging from Merlin’s tense posture he was trying to maintain his nerve by giving out non stop distractions.

In fairness though…Arthur really doesn’t know what Tik Tok is.

“I mean, while I can see how there are some benefits…I truly don’t understand how people can just sit there and stare at something in their hands all day. Truly the world has gotten lazy.” Arthur felt the need to point out.

Merlin smiled victoriously at his former King, nodding profusely. “I know! For the love of the gods they’re hopeless, they wouldn’t know the first thing about anything to do with your hands. Try taking someone from this generation to hunt. Nine times out of ten you’ll find none of them know anything.” 

Arthur’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “What?! That’s outrageous! Even the lowliest of peasants know how to pick berries let alone hunting a rabbit!”

“That’s not all, they also cry over the amount of distance they need to walk. Boo hoo, I have to actually use my legs??? Remind me again Arthur did we or did we not walk countless miles of forest to get to our destinations?”

“Our armies did it all the time during war.” Arthur nodded.

“Hell I walked all the way from Ealdor just to reach Camelot.”

“Still I would be remiss not to say that I do actually like phones. If only we had those communications back then. So much could have been a lot easier.”

Merlin rolled his eyes. “Actual phones? Sure. Phones, with added internet? Well if you’re trying to get people lazy and useless go for it.”

“I truly don’t see how Morgana of all people turned out to like all these innovations.” Arthur inquired.

“It’s her need to be on top of everything. Imagine my shock in the 19th century and I returned home to find that she added electricity. A light bulb. ‘Oh it’s amazing Merlin’ ‘Give it a rest Merlin’ ‘No it isn’t the start of something Merlin calm down’ Wrong. Next came the cars, then the telephone, the radio, the bloody internet.”

“I commend your choice to house yourself in the wilderness. I’ve been here for nearly a year and the city is very…suffocating.”

Merlin looked at him in understanding, knowing the feeling. “It was the one thing we both agreed on wholeheartedly in the modern age of technology. She embraced them, but that didn’t mean she neglected the tranquility of nature.”

“...By the way, when did you learn to dance?”

Merlin turned away and coughed, before walking ahead. “Okay we’re done.”

“Come on Mer-lin you’ve been holding out on me. Had I known this I’d have had you perform in my feasts.” Arthur laughed as he followed the now grumbling Warlock.

Merlin abruptly stopped, sensing something appearing…hmm so he can sense anything within this schism just not above. That answers his earlier question. This must be a prison of some kind. 

“What is it?” Arthur asked as he looked around for something.

“Something’s happening, I can’t explain what exactly but…”

Merlin was interrupted when a flaming circle appeared in front of them.

A portal?

As the image in the circle cleared they felt relief at seeing Mordred and Morgana on the other side, the former beckoning them to come through with arm gestures.

“How did they do this?” Merlin wondered.

“Who cares, let’s just leave already!” Arthur marched forward, a bit cautious once nearing the portal before finally stepping through.

Merlin tried to uncover what this spell was, it gave him a bit of a dirty feeling…

Oh well, later.

As he reached the other side, he saw Arthur and Mordred speaking to each other, trying to catch up on how the others were fairing.

He spotted his wife off to the side, with what looked to be a spirit of a child?

She didn’t appear troubled by it, that’s the only reason he isn’t attacking it now. But her expression seems down nonetheless. 

Morgana looked up, as she heard footsteps coming toward her, it was Merlin.

“Mer–”

Her face was grabbed as the Warlock kissed her breath away. It felt like they hadn’t seen each other in years. She grabbed the back of his neck and pushed his mouth closer and she took command.

Idly she heard Arthur gagging, to which she quickly gave him a very recognizable finger gesture. 

Well recognizable to anyone not Arthur she supposed. Poor Mordred had to explain it to him, to which Arthur huffed. 

The two finally disengaged as Merlin stared deeply into her eyes. 

“Are you alright?”

“Thirsty as hell.”

“Did you drink?”

“No. Mordred nearly did though.”

“Sounds like you’ve had it worse than.”

“...In a way I guess.”

“How did you manage to summon a portal here? It must have taken all your power.” Merlin caressed her belly as he tried to feel if their children were doing well. Feint auras, what a relief.

“...”

“Morgana? What’s wrong?”

The witch simply sighed as lifted her right sleeve, a fresh cut.

Merlin blinked then turned to the circle and saw all the blood stains around it, some dry, and some fresh. 

“...I see.”

“I’m sorry, I know we promised each other we would never resort to blood magic. I really tried to find another way but we were running out of time and I-”

Merlin placed a finger on her lips, halting her words. 

“Are you okay?”

“What?” 

“Are you hearing any demons trying to pierce your mind?”

“No. No I haven’t.”

“Fascinating…”

Huh??? “What? Aren’t you angry?”

“Angry?”

“Yes! The way you were angry at Camelot for drowning in it!”

“My dear, I was angry at them because they held no regard for themselves and others. Always indulging the temptations of any demonic entity so they can get ahead. I wanted us to make the pact because I feared what could happen if we gave in. Why would I ever be angry at you for resisting a demon’s empty promises?”

“...But I didn’t.”

“...?”

“I never heard them at all Merlin, I just did it.” 

Merlin now looked as startled and confused as she felt. How is this possible?

The spirit however began to butt in, its astral hand stopping just a bit before Morgana’s belly.

“You mean they stopped it?” Merlin asked the spirit. Morgana’s eyes bulged, not only at the insulation that their children prevented Demons from tempting her…but is Merlin actually talking to this ghost???

“Really?! Incredible!” Merlin kneeled down to the child’s level but the spirit didn’t actually say anything. 

“...Is he alright?” Arthur asked.

Oh right Arthur and Mordred are here too, Morgana turned to them and shrugged. 

“Hmm, I have much to ponder on, my friend. Thank you dear boy.” Merlin smiled at the spirit who then floated off to a section of the room. 

“...Um Merlin?” She asked tentatively.

“Hmm?”

“You want to explain why in the world you’re talking to a ghost that can’t talk back?” Arthur barked.

“Huh?” Merlin looked back at all of them confused. “What are you on about? He literally just spoke.”

“What?!” All three shouted.

“Are you all daft in the head or something?” Merlin muttered, earning himself a smack to the arm by Morgana. 

“Merlin we didn’t hear anything, I literally tried talking to that kid earlier and all I got was blank.” She explained. 

Merlin crossed his arms and looked genuinely surprised by this. “So none of you can hear him speak?”

“No you idiot! That’s why we’re asking how you can.” Arthur rolled his eyes.

“How should I know? I can simply understand him, I don’t have an explanation for it.” Merlin huffed.

“So, the spirit who attacked us earlier…you understood them too? They spoke to you?” Mordred asked curiously.

“They had some really colorful language.” Merlin nodded.

“Damnit Merlin! All this time you could speak to ghosts?! Don’t you think that would have been useful to know?!” Arthur barked.

“Again you prat! How was I supposed to know you couldn’t understand them?! All along I simply assumed everyone could hear them. It's not my fault they like me more! Sheesh it’s like if I asked you how do you breathe! You just do!” Merlin looked pretty childish at this moment Morgana had to admit. Still the news that Merlin can commune with spirits can finally work to their advantage. 

“Soooo what exactly did you two talk about?” Morgana had to know how no demons pestered her.

Merlin smiled beautifully at…her belly? “It’s them. They protected you.”

“...Really?” Morgana held her midsection as she felt their tiny auras deep within her. Her children kept her safe?

“The child said that children’s souls are innocent, far too pure for any demon to be near let alone try to possess.” Merlin explained.

“So if I weren’t pregnant…?”

“I’m afraid your experience would have been quite different…still I like to think you would have persevered. You’re far too brilliant to be swayed by some gremlin looking to wear your body like a new suit of clothes.” Merlin bragged.

Morgana laughed, goodness he was something else sometimes. 

“Great, no need to fight demons. But how do we get out of here???” Arthur groaned.

“Oh, our friend there is right by our exit route.” Merlin pointed to the spirit, still floating in his little corner of the room. 

“Does he actually have a name?” Mordred asked as they made their way to the spirit.

Merlin looked sad as he denied it. “Unfortunately spirits rarely if ever recall their true identities when they were alive. This boy is one of them. All he recalls are his two friends, one made in life, the other in death.” 

Morgana had to agree, that was sad. Did that apply for all who were dead in every religion’s version of the afterlife? She knew that those who made it across the veil still retained some knowledge. But did that still apply? 

If she were to ever commune with Morgause’s spirit would she even remember her own name?

Merlin once more looked to the spirit to which nodded affirmatively, enabling Merlin to place his hand on a certain spot in the wall and push forward. A mechanism activated thus revealing a hidden room with yet another portal. This time a purplish flame, inside the portal’s center it appeared to be the front of Hades’ palace.

“Well, right back to where we started.” Arthur said.

“...” Merlin’s silence was deafening to the others, remembering his freak-out earlier.

Back to Cornelius Sigan.

If only they understood that he wasn’t hallucinating…

Or was he…?

Hades Palace Exterior

They made it out of the portal in one piece with the spirit among them. Merlin and Morgana both relished in feeling their connections to their physical bodies once more out in the physical plane. 

“Goodness, I thought we’d never escape from there.” Mordred wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“I think I actually miss McDonalds…” Arthur muttered, making Mordred snicker.

Merlin was extending his senses to search the surrounding area for any trace of Sigan. That bastard had to still be here! How long were they even unconscious down there?! 

He felt Morgana’s hand on his shoulder. “Look I know what you’re thinking…but it wasn’t just wind that knocked us down into the schism Morgana. It was Sigan. I know it was.” 

Morgana bit her lip, she can't deny she felt something ominous at the time. But she also didn’t know if that automatically meant it was Cornelius Sigan. For all she knew it was simply some kind of defense left behind by Hades. “Well look, even if he was here, we still have a job to do. Let’s see if he still isn’t inside, that pitchfork needs to be secured.”

Merlin steadied his breathing. Fine. These damn memories are always going to pester him it seems. He just has to try and push through them and not let them overwhelm him when the time comes.

The spirit floated through the massive door, clearly telling them to follow. 

“Alright, well I guess we could always spell our way in?” Morgana suggested.

Merlin shook his head “Conserve your power, let's just do this the old fashioned way.”

“Why Merlin are you suggesting you’ll be pushing the door open? With those arms?” Arthur teased.

“No. We will.”

That took the wind out of the King’s sails. “...Are you sure you can’t just…” Arthur wiggled his fingers, clearly implying using magic.

“No Arthur, Morgana’s magical prowess is already being tested due to her pregnancy…and my own is…” Merlin stopped before he said too much…not wanting to think about it now.

“Alright well, we’re wasting time. If we’re doing this let’s get to it already.” Morgana along with Mordred went to the door and began to push with Arthur and Merlin following. 

“Bloody hell…it’s like pushing a mountain…!” Arthur groaned.

“You…pushed a…mountain before?!” Mordred asked.

“...Shut up!”

“Can you…BOTH shut up…?!” Morgana grunted as finally the damn door began to open, their combined strength forcing their way through. 

The inside seemed vastly bigger than the exterior of the palace. No doubt some work of Divine Magic holdovers from Hades. 

Their little ghost friend floated there, awaiting them as the made their way further inside.

Nothing so extravagant as one would expect from a God’s place of power. Not too dissimilar from your typical Greek Temple. Black flames lit the entire temple, right in the center of the main floor a bronze statue of what must have been what the real Hades looked like.

“Well…he at least looks the part of a god…” Mordred mumbled. 

“Well now where do you think he stored his weapons?” Morgana wondered.

“Well judging from the way the apparition is looking towards beyond the statue, I’d wager it’s about there.” Arthur pointed to the spirit.

“Nice usage of common sense Arthur.”

“Jealous?”

“Of you? Maybe if I’ve lost all self respect.”

“What makes you think you had any to begin with?”

“W—”

“--Children please!”

Both siblings turned to Mordred who pointed to Merlin who was making his way towards the spirit, heading to a small hallway not far from behind Hades’ statue.

“Can we finally move already?” Mordred was really unimpressed.

If both Pendragon’s blushed they certainly didn’t admit it, nor both of them huffing and marching onwards trying to get ahead of the other to Merlin.

Mordred sighed, why does he have to be the responsible one? HE'S the youngest!

Merlin was simply focusing his senses throughout the entire palace. Over, under, forward, back, this plane and another. Anything to indicate if Sigan is still here. He senses his power…but isn’t sure about the madman himself. 

Turning to his spiritual companion to his left he asked “So the place you’re leading us to, is that where we’ll find Sigan?”

The boy turned back and Merlin felt his response. 

“I see. Well I can’t be surprised you don’t know who I’m talking about, of course you wouldn’t…” He feels like each time he closes in, Sigan just jumps out of reach. 

Not even the commotion he hears behind him can lighten his mood.

“What are they even arguing about? Is now really the time for this?” Merlin snorted when he kept hearing the back and forth between his wife and Arthur. It’s somewhat baffling how they managed to find themselves into a similar rhythm to their early years prior to Morgause’s interference. Let alone the fates.

He felt Mordred walk in lockstep with him as he turned to the old druid in curiosity. To which Mordred just shook his head and rolled his eyes. At least he wasn’t alone in his thinking.

As they moved Merlin noticed how the walls and floor looked damaged and filthy. Dark magic oozing out from the crevices and cracks. Well at least that answered Merlin’s earlier question, Sigan is still here. 

Morgana stopped her berating of Arthur when she felt a chill, her arms getting goosebumps. “I don’t like this feeling…I really hope your new best friend knows what he’s doing Merlin…” 

Merlin looked again at the ghost in question who pointed ahead of them. 

Hades’ throne room. 

But wow, it certainly hasn’t lasted the test of time. The only thing that still firmly stood was the throne of skulls. 

They also weren’t alone here.

“Merlin…you could have mentioned there was a giant three headed dog here…” Arthur whispered not wanting to attract said beast who was laying on the floor not paying them any mind.

“Cerberus…” Merlin said in awe, the fabled hound of Hades. He survived…or is it they? Are they all different heads or do they share a soul? 

“But who’s that?” Mordred pointed to the hound’s right. 

Morgana squinted as she saw the boy spirit float toward the beast, as they looked closer they finally saw yet another spirit by the hounds’ side. A girl who appeared to have been wearing a tunic during her life, with her right arm and shoulder left bare. Signal of a slave. 

Merlin moved closer as the two spirits hugged, gazing at each other before turning to Merlin, gesturing him over. The Warlock made his way over to them with his companions on his trail, crouching down to them his eyes seemed to loosen from their hard edges as he got the message. 

“Cerberus is their friend. They’ve played with him ever since Hades faded from this realm.” Merlin told them.

Morgana looked at the two spiritual children in a look that can only be described as somewhat hypnotic. “Who’s the girl?” 

“Neither of them remember her name either. They've just stuck together ever since they first met in Elysium.” 

Arthur didn’t particularly care about these dead kids so much as he was hoping this…very large dog wouldn’t burst forth and devour them. “So why do we care? Why did they bring us here?”

Merlin gazed upon the creature again, Cerberus looked so muzzled. As if he weren’t comfortable in his own skin… “…They want us to set him free.” 

The others stared at Merlin like he was daft. Which okay fair enough, suggesting bringing that three headed monstrosity back with them to the physical world probably doesn’t sound very sane…

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that please?” 

“Uhh Merlin maybe we shouldn’t?”

“…” Morgana was hardly paying any attention, still focusing on the spirits. A boy and a girl, the fates must think they’re so hilarious. She held her belly firmly, wondering if her children will be the type to befriend extraordinary creatures such as Cerberus? 

Then again they’ll have Dragon siblings…

“Did they at least say what’s keeping him here?” Mordred asked.

Merlin shook his head “They say he’s never been the same since Hades kicked the bucket. And that unless his essence is free from what tethers him here he cannot leave the Underworld.”

“Are you really going to do this??? Where are you going to keep him???”

Merlin hummed as he laid his hand on one of Cerberus’ snouts. The downtrodden beast blinked as it stared at Merlin. Sniffing his hand before leaning in further, Merlin’s calming aura soothing all of its heads. 

“Ah so each head does have its own personality? Fascinating.”

The other two heads peered down and tried to force their way into being petted as well.  

“Yes, yes I’ll free you my friends. You’ve all been here long enough.”

???

“Has the string shown us the way?”

“Indeed it has Sister.”

“The pieces are in place.”

“The Dark One knows his role.”

“Unlike others.”

“Now then—”

“Let the punishment commence.”

Three pairs of eyes glowed as their will manifested…

Hades’ Throne Room

Merlin’s head began to throb as he gripped both sides of it, clenching his eyes shut as he groaned at the pain.

Cerberus felt the shift and began to growl as the heads sniffed around.

“Merlin?!” He could hear the others calling him, but when he opens his eyes he can only focus on what’s in front of him.

Sitting on Hades’ throne was none other than Cornelius Sigan himself, looking at him with that smug smirk on his face.

“Merlin?!” Arthur shouted.

“…” Merlin tried to tough out the pounding but it was easier said than done!

“Grrrrr!” Merlin turned wide eyed at Cerberus who was barking at the maniacal sorcerer. 

“What’s going on with him?!” Morgana didn’t know if she should be worried about having to fight this outrageously large hound or not.

“Cerberus…you see him too?” Merlin’s voice was full of hope. Hope that he truly hasn’t gone mad. 

The others however just grew alert at his words.

“See who???” Arthur barked.

“You see him again???” Mordred deduced.

Cerberus wasn’t the only one however, the spiritual children also took positions beside Merlin. Both looked at Sigan’s form with a certain bravery that inspired the old Warlock. The pounding ceased, he took a deep breath and steadied his resolve. 

Glaring at the object of all that went wrong with him this past century, he’s ready for whatever tricks he’ll pull.

“Look you three, you may not be able to see him as we can. But he’s here. I promise you he's here! He’s here and if we don’t stop him now we’ll suffer for it later!” 

Morgana bit her lip, she definitely feels that same ominous presence from earlier. This time however she’s just going to have trust in her gut...and in Merlin. 

“We won’t.” She got in closer and prepared herself, grateful to have recovered some more of her reserves of magic.

Arthur and Mordred felt like they were out of their depth, for the former how can he fight someone he can’t see? The latter, without his magic and gadgets busted how can he be useful here?

Cornelius simply maintained his nonchalant attitude as he sneered at Merlin, looking like this was all a joke. The Dark One stood from the Throne and turned his gaze to Cerberus whose barking intensified. 

The three headed dog looked ready to leap forward.

“Cornelius, I've felt like I've been chasing after riddles following in your footsteps...I don’t know why the Conjunction matters to you nor why you even bothered trying to salvage whatever it is you found here…but it won’t matter once I put an end to your madness!” Merlin’s eyes turned from blue to gold as he tried to gather his power.

Morgana coughed “We. We will put an end to your madness.”

“Heh, yeah.”

This knocked the non mages of the team out of their loop as they simply looked around for any weapon, there were some spears and daggers around the floor, looked damaged but those would have to do.

Cornelius Sigan ignored their words however as his smirk turned into an toothy grin. He rose from the throne and from there, Merlin can see it - plain as day - hanging from his waist by some bindings. 

It wasn't Hades’ Pitchfork at all, or any weapon of the old God's...

“…Pandora's Pithos…”

Everyone stared at Merlin in confusion.

"What the hell are you on about???" Arthur's nerves were acting up as he felt a cold chill in the air.

"Pandora's box..." Morgana muttered.

"But weren't we here for a weapon of Hades???" Mordred asked as the hound kept barking up at the throne.

"We were wrong...I was wrong...and now we're fucked." Merlin knew that hope...the literal emotion was now in Sigan's clutches.

To add to his horror, Sigan’s body began to dissipate into black smoke and quickly vanished entirely as the smoke entered Cerberus!

All three heads howled as they’re red fur turned dark brown, yellow eyes turning their pupils into slits. Cerberus’ very body now oozes with dark magic.

The entire palace was trembling, the sheer ferocity of their howls was going to bring the place down!

“Look out!” Merlin knocked Morgana out of the way, while Arthur grabbed Mordred and moved to the other side of the room, dodging some debris that fell from the crumbling ceiling. 

“Are you two alright?!” Mordred shouted, the howling was drumming his ears.

Morgana looked up from the floor as she saw Merlin clutching his arm.

Blood.

“Shit! Merlin you’re hit!”

Merlin huffed “It doesn’t matter now! We need to subdue Cerberus! Free him from Sigan’s control!” 

“You think our magic will last long enough without any shenanigans this time?!?!” Morgana asked frustratingly as she shakingly stood, trying not to let Cerberus’ howls affect her too much by shielding her ears with magic. 

Merlin gritted his teeth as he tried to brainstorm a plan. As if they felt his frustration the spirits floated towards them, the mages felt their magical reserves replenish. 

“You two, what…????” Morgana clenched and unclenched her hands, she felt great. Like she could run a marathon. Two marathons! “How did they…?!?!?!” Her bones were regaining their strength against the ferocity of the rumbling. 

“They offered a portion of their essence to us…they want us to save Cerberus no matter what!” Merlin used his newfound energy to shield everyone’s ears from the noise and bones from the sheer vibrations of Cerberus’ howling.

Arthur felt some relief, however now the beast has their sights set on them.

At last the three headed hound ceased his roar, and prepared to pounce. All six eyes however aimed squarely at Merlin, who gritted his teeth as he tried to quickly think of a way to free him from Sigan’s influence. 

“Merlin! Get back!” Morgana’s voice brought him back as she magically pulled him over to her to dodge Cerberus’ leap, ground rumbling as he landed.

“Alright, this at least is somewhat familiar!” Arthur gripped his spear and charged at the beast, one of the heads turned his it’s way to the once King and growled. Mordred took the chance to regroup with Merlin and Morgana, the former looking inquisitive while the latter was trying her best to aid Arthur from a distance by enchanting his clothing to withstand great force.

“Please tell me you have a plan Merlin?!” 

“I think so…” The spirits went to Merlin as they quickly communicated. “I’m going to try and expel Sigan’s influence from him, but the second I do Cerberus will undoubtedly do everything in his power to stop me. I need you all to keep him off my back until I’m ready!” 

Morgana grunted as she felt Cerberus pushing back against her magic, Arthur performing surprisingly well all things considered. Not having been hit once so far, dodging the hounds’ swipes and bites however it remains to be seen how much longer he can hold up. Especially since the spear is barely doing much in terms of damage.

“Fine Merlin! But do make it quick, I’d rather not become minced meat for an overgrown pet!” Morgana spoke an incantatio, bringing forth the debris Cerberus caused to charge right back at him. Saving Arthur from being swatted away with his tail.

“We’re counting on you Merlin, do your best!” Mordred then went off to give Arthur some assistance. Though he doesn’t know what his lowly dagger can do against this behemoth. Cerberus’ other head barked as it noticed him on his way and once again howled, shaking the entire throne room as the roof of the palace was beginning to be nonexistent. 

Mordred tripped as he lost his balance, bracing himself for the pain that was to come. When he felt none however, he looked up to see the crumbled stone hovering in the air and launching towards Cerberus. He turned his gaze to Morgana’s golden eyes turn his way, nodding at him.

Arthur dragged him up by the elbow “Stay focused, he’s coming back for more!” 

Mordred clenched his dagger tightly as he got an idea, “Arthur! Listen…!”

Arthur heard Mordred’s plan and got in position to execute it, dropping his spear to crouch down while Mordred got behind him, taking Arthur’s weapon for himself and waiting for the right moment. 

Cerberus’ heads roared as they began charging toward them, Morgana’s attacks not doing much to slow him down.

“Morgana! I know you can hear me! When you see me make my move! Give me a boost!” Mordred alerted the witch.

Morgana’s focused gaze turned towards him and back at Cerberus, indicating she’s ready.

“Arrrggghhh!!!” Cerberus’ growling was getting louder as he was nearly about to ram through them.

“Anytime would be lovely!” Arthur shouted.

Mordred took a deep breath and hopped onto Arthur’s back, before jumping again as Cerberus got within distance and leaped off into the air. He felt a boost thanks to Morgana’s magic lifting him to greater heights as he landed on the hounds back, stabbing it with his spear.

Arthur jumped out of the way as Cerberus ran straight towards the other end of the throne room, trying to shake off Mordred like a pesky flea. Mordred was wondering that perhaps this may not have been the best plan he had…he only seems to be making Cerberus angrier…

All while this was happening, the spirits kept a defensive perimeter around Merlin as he prepared his ritual. “ Yr enaid tlawd hwn o'i rwymau a'i rhyddhaodd yn awr!”  

“First things first, I need to sever what tethers him to the Underworld.” Merlin’s spell then briefly froze Cereberus, halting his assault on Arthur while trying to shake off Mordred. 

Morgana felt what Merlin was trying to do, and used this as an opportunity to bring Arthur and Mordred to her. Levitating them over quickly as Merlinfelt something snap free.

The spell keeping Cerberus trapped here for millennia is at last gone. 

Now to actually save the damned dog…

“Great Merlin, now how about actually pacifying it?!” Morgana gritted as she felt the boost from their spiritual friends beginning to wane. The longer this dragged on the worse their position is.

“I’m…working…on it…!” Merlin’s veins popped on his forehead as his golden eyes remained focused on the three headed hound. 

Cerberus’ demeanor however seemed less fiery and more cold. Eye glowing red and body emitting shadowy dark gas. He leaped high into the air now devoid of a roof to stop his momentum, and slammed back down. Knocking over everyone but Merlin who was kept in place by the ghostly children. He too felt their boost beginning to lose its potency.

“Damnit!” 

Arthur looked a bit dazed as he looked down to see Morgana on top of him, he managed to catch her from falling. Mordred wasn’t so lucky but he appeared to be alright. The boy in question used the spear to rise from the ground. Morgana with Arhtur’s help got back up.

“Merlin…!” Arthur called out

“I need more time!” Merlin shouted back, focusing on the correct runes that need to be called upon. Glyphs appear in the air around him, all focusing on Merlin’s magic.

Morgana glared at the beast, maybe dogs weren’t her thing? She can’t afford to play it safe anymore. 

“Give me some space.” 

Arthur turned to her as he sidestepped a bit closer toward Mordred, who looked rather beaten from the joyride on Cerberus he took earlier. 

Morgana’s golden eyes stared at the now composed Cerberus in rage. “Trydanwch y bwystfil hwn â'm holl lid!”  

Electricity emerged from her hands as she focused all of her power on hurting the savage creature. Cerberus growls at its impact on its hide, all three heads barking before they slowly began to power through her attack. 

“Ugh! I think I’m starting to know how this thing became Hades’ favorite pet!” Morgana grunted out.

Arthur turned to Mordred, who looked like he was close to collapsing again and dragged him to the wall. “Rest a moment, you’re no use to us this way.” Drawing a snort from the former Druid.

Arthur grabbed the spear once more and took aim, hoping his skill at javelin throwing can translate to this. He let loose and tossed it toward his target.

It hit the middle head’s left eye…

Cerberus’ roar was immense, the electric shocks now starting to seep through at the hounds’ momentary breach of defense. 

“You did it!” Mordred shouted in glee.

Arthur’s frown turned upward a bit before being wiped away just as quickly. 

Yeah no…he’s mad.

Cerberus now with only 5 eyes and as for the 6th…the spear pulled itself out of the now bloodied eye socket and the eye itself regenerated…

“How…?!?!” Morgana was so stunned that she halted her attack.

Big mistake.

Cerberus charged forward with a speed far faster than he ever showed before, Arthur was too slow to react as the hound bit his leg and dragged him around, banging him against the walls and floor. Up, down, left, right, it was very fortunate that Morgana blessed Arthur’s closes to be protected, for Cererbus’ teeth had yet to penetrate through his leg.

“Arthur! Hold on!” Morgana charged up a fire spell and launched a stream just as Cerberus was about to pass across her. Cerberus however then tossed Arthur her direction, causing her to gasp as the fire burnt Arthur’s back which destroyed the enchantment protecting his rear. 

“Rrggh” Arthur grit his teeth as he bit back a scream. 

“Shit! Sorry!” She couldn’t afford to mutter a healing spell right now, not with Cerberus staring her down as if it was licking its chops to make her his meal.

From its mouth, it shot forth dark flames and at high speeds. She quickly dodged and kept running around the now destroyed throne room, hoping to find some opening as she saw Mordred back on his feet, getting Arthur out of the action. 

“How the hell is he able to use spells?!” Morgana shouted at her very very slow husband!

By now Merlin was surrounded in a circle of runes and glyphs, each different color and each powered up. “It’s Sigan’s dark magic! He’s fighting us through Cerberus!”

“I don’t particularly care who it is, only that I really don’t like dogs!” Morgana had one idea left, doing so would take what was left of her energy. She concentrated on the ground between her and Cerberus as the beast charged to her.

“Come on…come on…” “Suddwch y bwystfil hwn o dan y llaid!”

Cerberus then stumbled as all its paws were caught on the ground. The stone beneath them now turned into a muddy grainy texture.

Quicksand…

Cerberus’ three heads barked as he tried to pull his way out, which only made things worse for the three headed hound. 

Morgana was huffing, down to her knees as she tried to refrain from being down for the count. She was starting to feel the dizziness that plagued her earlier return with a vengeance…

“Morgana!” 

The witch’s eyes widened as she was shoved out of the way. She turned around to see Mordred now unconscious, his shirt now torn and burnt from what appeared to be another use of dark flames from Cerberus. 

“Grrrrghghgh!” Cerberus prepared to unleash another blast this time from all three heads. 

“Merlin…I really hate you…” Morgana muttered. 

The three balls of flames were ready to burst forth until they extinguished with Cerberus freezing, a small whining sound from deep in their throats. 

Morgana narrowed her eyes, before realizing what was happening. Confirming her theory, she saw Merlin at last performing the exorcism ritual.

The runes and glyphs around him kept shining intensely as they now flew straight toward Cerberus and encircled him, constantly spinning. 

“Diarddel y grym tywyll sy'n gwenwyno ei feddwl ac yn rhyddhau ei gorff!” Merlin’s golden eyes glowed towards the hound as his incantation empowered the symbols and expelled the dark magical influence from Cerberus immediately. 

By now Arthur sat up and saw as Morgana the fearsome hounds body ejecting all of Sigan’s magic from its pore, its red eyes ceasing their glow and returning to a gentle simmer. 

Merlin glared at the foul magic evaporating into nothingness, swearing that he could see Sigan’s smug smirk eerily as it dissipated away.

The spirits circled around Cerberus who was still trapped in the quicksand but a quick glance from Merlin freed him. 

The warlock fell to his knees, this really was his worst performance yet…

He felt the presence of Morgana in front of him as she joined him on the ground. 

“Merlin…your hands!” 

Merlin grimaced as he looked at the now charred limbs, they're practically coal now. 

“Nothing that won’t heal…”

“I don’t recall you ever getting hit by any attacks! How did this happen?!” Morgana didn’t want to touch them for fear of causing him pain but was she supposed to just leave them like this?! She already spent the last of her reserves to trap Cerberus.

“The ritual…took more effort than I had thought.”

“Truly???”

“It makes sense, a literal deity bound Cerberus here. I was quite fortunate to be in a position to even attempt to break the hold let alone actually doing it.” Merlin turned to his wife who looked as though she came out of a war. Similar to himself when…

Nevermind.

“...I noticed you were using incantations.” She whispered.

“...” 

“You rarely ever use incantations for spells…you don’t need to.”

“...!” Merlin’s frustration was building up as he turned away, rising to his feet. He knew that already! But best to bite his tongue less Morgana make a bigger deal out of this than he wants to hear right now.

“Merlin-”

“Not now please, let’s just go home.”

Morgana looked annoyed at his effort to delay the conversation, but then Cerberus came up to him and all three heads gave him a nice lick. That at the very least brought a smile back to Merlin’s face, rubbing the central head affectionately. 

Arthur meanwhile carried an unconscious Mordred, though careful to avoid any strain on his back. Hopefully no permanent damage happened…but this only reminded him how close to death he must have come to during the numerous magical foes that had plagued Camelot. Merlin must have been so exhausted defending him in secret…

“I can’t be this useless again…I hardly did anything…” 

The boy and girl spirit both turned to all of them each showing smiles on their faces. Merlin gave them one in return as he nodded his sight. Morgana looked at them with a melancholic look.

“We’ll take care of him…I promise.” Merlin swore.

The boy bowed while the girl turned to Morgana’s belly and to her face. She nudged the boy and pointed at her, whatever she told him he agreed. 

“Yeah, I’ll tell her. You both get some rest, you’ve more than earned it.” 

The children waved goodbye as their spirits faded back into the domain of all the accomplished souls of the Underworld - Elysium. 

“What did they say?” Morgana needed to know.

“Well, first they thanked us for saving Cerberus and to ensure he never feels lonely again.”

Morgana looked toward the hound, looking a lot more relaxed with two of its heads sticking their tongues out while the third is sniffing around Merlin and occasionally licking him. Which means Merlin is definitely drenched in dog saliva…

Gross.

Arthur came over with Mordred still out of it. Morgana was grateful for the boy, hopefully it won’t be too long before she can heal him. Though now that everything is over she can’t help but recall their last discussion…

Telling Merlin how she really feels about Emrys…

Morgana sighed. “Later.”  

“We failed.”

The siblings turned toward Merlin in confusion as he specified “Cornelius has Pandora's Pithos, we arrived too late. Now he’s gone, gone to who the hell knows where…with all the world's hope in his hands...”

Morgana grimaced “We still don’t even know what his plan is. What the hell does this madman want?” It was frustrating how all this was for nothing in the end.

Arthur grimaced. “We’ll have another chance, it’s important that we remain vigilant until then. For now we really should be getting back…but how on earth are you going to be hiding this…dog from literally anyone with eyes?”

“A glamour spell of course, nothing like a good ol’ illusion to make mortals view him as a normal hound. I’ll settle it when we’re back in the physical plane.” 

“...Yeah forget I asked.”

Morgana snorted at that. But there was one thing left that Merlin needed to make clear. “What was the other thing they said?”

Merlin stopped as he gave her a soft smile. “That you’ll be an amazing mother.”

Morgana, with a smile of her own hopes that’s true, she really does.

Merlin had them lay a hand on him and Mordred via Arthur, concentrating all of his focus until finally they left the blasted Greek hellscape behind.

Of course hell was already on earth…isn’t that the saying?

Chapter Text

A few hours later…

Mordred was tucked into his bed after they dropped both him and Arthur off at their apartment. He woke up briefly but was still too badly beat up to say anything coherent. Returning to their physical bodies felt no different than when they were still in the Underworld.

Merlin waited outside with Cynfab, hands still burnt to crisps. Morgana then helped Arthur by applying some burning cream on his back, as her magic wasn’t quite yet back up to perform a healing spell.

“Morgana, we need to talk.”

Morgana quirked a brow as she rubbed more ointment onto Arthur. “So talk.”

“...I can’t keep being helpless at the sight of formidable foes like tonight. Should Sigan return, he will easily swipe me away…”

“You weren’t so terrible tonight; we all got kicked around.”

“We didn’t need to be.”

“Where are you going with this, Arthur?”

“...”

“...?”

“I need Excalibur back,” Arthur stated.

There it is.

“Heh, of course that’s where you went.” Morgana clasped the ointment bottle shut as she wiped her hands and made her way to the door.

“Morgana, stop! We both know that we would have succeeded far easier had I wielded that blade. Cornelius Sigan may not have been able to get his hands on that weapon were I simply able to slay anything in our path!” Arthur ran forward, blocking the door. Ordinarily, this would be risky, but he knows full well her magic is exhausted. What better time to push this matter than now?

Morgana glared at him as if he were a fly, magic or no magic.

“We very nearly met our end today. What would have happened if Merlin couldn’t fulfill his spell on time?? If Mordred hadn’t saved you from that fire?!”

That was a low blow to Morgana, who held her belly as she clenched her teeth.

“I know you…you don’t trust me with it. But I swore to honor your wishes not to involve you in whatever my Destiny is meant to be. Even you must admit that I am nothing if not a man of my word,” Arthur emphasized.

“…Your word isn’t the issue.”

“I don’t understand.”

Morgana sighed as she turned away, facing a small rabble of photos of Mordred’s new family. He seemed to have had a far superior childhood this time around than the last. She was happy for him.

“I had thought that with Destiny having altered, Merlin and I were now untouchable. He warned me not to get too overconfident. After what we just experienced…perhaps he was right.”

Arthur looked at her with a bit of sympathy, she wasn’t sure if that annoyed her or not. She doesn’t need a damn thing from him.

“In all my life, whether as allies or enemies, I’ve never known you to give up so easily.”