User blog comment:Morganaforever/Merlin Competition! Write your own finale to the series!/@comment-5396944-20121205211821

Here's my entry, hope I'm not too late:

Morgana smiled as the Camelot patrol rode past. The three remaining knights, Arthur and Merlin had not even realised she was there. No matter, anyone could see a white dragon when it flew off with your best friend. Aithusa crooned softly beside her. Morgana stroked her head and smiled warmly. Aithusa was the only soul that Morgana trusted as she was still uncertain whether Mordred was on her side or not. "Go now Aithusa," Morgana whispered softly, "seize the boy." Aithusa beat her wings and rose out of the trees.

Sir Leon heard a beat of wings above him in the cornflower blue sky. Silently he cursed under his breath. It was bad enough that the whole of Camelot was at war with Morgana without that white dragon appearing every time they ventured out into the open. "Look out!" he yelled. "It's the dragon!" Everyone stared up at the sky. Merlin's eyes widened in horror at the sight of the white figure swooping down to meet them. Percival, Gwaine, Leon and Arthur all drew their swords. "Merlin make for the trees!" Arthur yelled, his eyes never leaving the sky. Stubbornly Merlin shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere." "That was an order, now go!" Arthur furiously replied back. Looking as if it was tearing him in two, Merlin pressed his horse into a gallop.

Morgana smiled as Merlin pressed his horse on through the dense forest. Little did Arthur know that by sending the servant to what he thought was safety was really going to be the young man's death.

Merlin rode Dayla on through the darkening forest. Even though his body was here, riding the horse, it felt like his soul was still with Arthur and the knights fighting off Aithusa. Suddenly he was ripped away from his horse's back. Gasping heavily, he fell to the ground. Through blurred vision, he made out Morgana standing over him. "Hello Emrys," Morgana smiled. Her eyes flashed golden and Merlin fell into darkness.

A raven flew through Mordred's tent flap. Gently he relieved it of the small roll of parchment that was tied around its leg. He unfolded the crumpled piece of paper and read: "The deed is done, kill Arthur." Mordred smiled as a vision slipped into his mind.

Later on at sunset, Mordred was standing over Arthur, sword poised for the kill.

Deep in the woods, Merlin's eyes snapped open. He knew Arthur was in danger. Quickly he mounted Dayla and sped towards the battlefield.

Arthur looked on as Mordred raised his sword above him. Suddenly a familiar figure had stepped in between him and the sword. A blue glow was surrounding the figure.

Merlin's eyes were glowing a brilliant gold, he was overcome with rage and fury. Mordred didn't stand a chance. He fell to the ground, dead.

Arthur gasped as the light around Merlin slowly faded. "Merlin?" he choked out. Merlin swayed and fell to the ground. Arthur leaned forward and pulled Merlin's limp body towards him. The servant was trembling all over though still he managed to smile. "I have magic, didn't I ever tell you?" he laughed. Arthur felt tears pool in the corners of his eyes. "No, don't go." Merlin looked up at him, smiled his last idiotic grin then his eyes flickered shut and his last breath left him. Arthur's tears flowed freely, his best friend had died, for him. He still remembered those words Merlin had spoke many years ago, "I'm happy to be your servant, till the day I die." He didn't know though that Merlin would take them this far.

Everyone stood around the blazing funeral pyre. Merlin's body lay there, being consumed by the flames. There was not anyone standing in the courtyard who wasn't crying. Through his tear blurred eyes, Arthur made out Merlin and a dark haired girl, sitting above the roaring fire. Despite himself, Arthur smiled. He knew Merlin was where he belonged