Merlin's POV
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We arrived at the lake of Avalon, just before night fall. Arthur was still unconscious, so thankfully, he didn't know he was on the back of a dragon.
"Thank you for taking us here!" Merlin said to Kilgharrah. The dragon nodded,
"My pleasure, the land of Albian was at stake, I believe you can bring Arthur back,"
"I hope so!" He smiled as the dragon flew off.
"Merlin?" Merlin spined around, almost sighing from relieve. He thought he'd never hear that voice again.
"Arthur! You're awake!" He said happily, Arthur was lying on the ground, confused on where he was.
"What happened? Ow!" He tried to speak, but the wound was killing him. He was in so much pain.
"We won the battle," Merlin said, avoiding the subject. Arthur rolled his eyes as he put his hand on Merlin's shoulder.
"No, I mean, how am I injured?"
"Mordred," he said simply, Arthur remembered everything. The sorcerer, Guinevere, and the lack of Merlin... It all came back to him.
"Where the hell have you been? After all the battles to miss, you chose the most important one of all!" He said, anger clear in his voice. Merlin sighed, bracing himself. Well, it was now or never...
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The Battle • Merthur
FanfictionBasically how Merlin should've ended... Well, if it had to end 🌈 Set half way through Series 5, Episode 13- Diamond of the Day (I do not own Merlin) Here's a snippet from one of the chapters: "Where the hell have you been? After all the battles to...
