Title: In My Last Breath
Character/s: Morgana, Merlin, Arthur, Uther, Guinevere
Summary: It has been said, your life flashes before your eyes before you die.
Warnings: Major Character Death
Word Count: 1015
Author's Notes: Spoilers for 5.13. I took lines straight from Morgana’s death scene
“This is no mortal blade, like yours, it was forged in dragon’s breath,” Merlin whispered in Morgana ear before tilting the blade up to pierce her heart.
“Can’t catch me Arthur,” Morgana said as she smacked Arthur from behind before running toward the garden. Without pause Arthur left his post where he was watching his father and the knights train, to follow case.
Morgana ran as fast as her four-year old legs could. She just found the perfect hiding spot this morning. This time Arthur would be able to find her she was sure of it.
“Arthur, you awake?”
“You’re supposed to be sleeping, Morgana.”
“You’re not asleep either.”
“Yes but it’s my room, what do you want?”
“Fine you can stay, but don’t leave your dolls in my bed again.”
“I don't know why you’re acting like you’re not scared, that was a scary story!”
“It's ‘cause you’re a girl and I will be king one day.”
“Princes become kings and to be a prince you have to be good and kind and save damsels.”
“Don't worry Morgana I'll be all that.”
“Beat you again, Arthur!” Morgana pointed her practice sword at Arthur's chest.
“It's because I let you.”
Smiling knowing he didn't like to lose, even if it was just to her in practice, “Whatever lets you sleep at night.”
“It's true it's because you're and girl.”
“You know I think I'll ask Uther if I can be the tournament and you can sit in the stands with the rest of the court women.”
“Oh it's on now!”
“Good I was getting bored,” Morgana told Arthur as she angled herself in start position.
Morgana rolled her eyes again behind their tutor's back, causing Arthur to choke back a laugh.
“Now remember as two young but highly important members of the Court of Camelot, it is highly important that you dance with impeccable poise and grace. Now begin again.”
Morgana was starting to hate the word impeccable. Everything their tutor told them to do, it needed to be impeccable. From dining to dancing, standing in Court to handling a knight. Even how she sat was to be impeccable.
However it was fun to watch Arthur try to not bite the poor woman's head off. At least she wasn't alone in her hellish training.
“I don't think it's fair. I like learning to sword fight with you,” Morgana ranted at Arthur after Uther dismissed her. She was just informed by the King that she could not attend sword practice with Arthur anymore.
“I know, but he has spoken,” Arthur told her. That was always the problem with Arthur he never wanted to disappoint his father.
“But, I don't want to have some old stuffy ladies-maid.”
“Then don't have one, simple.”
“No, it's not. There is no one my age in the castle.” Not like there would be if Uthur had a wife. No Queen, no need for ladies-in-waiting. And, with no ladies-in-waiting, no young girls her age.
“Tomorrow come with me to the blacksmith, I might have an idea,” Arthur told her.
“I still don't think a Blacksmith's daughter would make a good ladies maid for you Morgana,” Urthur told her as the three dined together.
“But, Sire, I don't need anything like a full ladies court or anything. I am just your ward, a daughter of a knight. Plus she is my age and her mother was the third daughter of a knight herself, so there is some noble breeding there,” Morgana was going to fight her case hard. She like Gwen almost instantly. Like her, Gwen was a girl brought up around boys. Her own brother was getting ready to leave Camelot to study under their Grandfather, and hoped to become a knight himself.
“Granddaughter of a Knight you say? And what was her name again?”
“Thank you for coming with me Arthur. The King normally does. but he is angry at me at the moment,” However Morgana could figure out why, she had just asked if she could visit her father’s grave.
“It is a nice day for a ride. Also, I know how much you loved your father.”
“We are two peas in a pod Arthur, so alone in the world.”
She saw Arthur watch her from the corner of his eye, “My father is alive, Morgana.”
“Yes, and like me you grew up with nannies and tutors. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for everything Uther has done for me, but nothing replaces the love of a parent.”
Arthur was silent for a few minutes letting the sound of the horses fill the quiet around them. “You know, I use to wish for at a sibling.”
“But Arthur you had me,” Morgana playfully teased him.
“I guess you're like a bratty sister.”
“I think of you like a snotty brother too.”
“Good bye Morgana,” Merlin said, as she struggled to take another breath. She saw where she went wrong. Not too long ago she had everything she wanted just didn’t see it until now when it was too late.
“You know, you didn't have to come with me, but thank you.” Merlin told the other three as they rode back from Ealdor.
A snort came from Arthur, “I couldn’t have you die. I don't want to train another servant.”
The two girls chuckled. “What our dear prince means Merlin is that he likes you and doesn't want to lose a friend,” Morgana told poor Merlin.
“Come on Morgana, I would hardly call Merlin a friend,” Arthur teased the rest in the party.
“Well I am happy to call him friend,” Gwen told everyone.
“Of course, we all do, even Arthur. That’s why we came to help you, it what friends do, help each other.” Morgana told Merlin, daring Arthur to disagree.
“She’s right and with a good friend at your back you face any enemy at your front,” Arthur said.
“Well then, with the four of us as friends, I say we face anything.”