If you haven't seen it yet, I won't tell you the ending in this post. I will however, re-write the ending, so you can be sure that whatever you read here DOES NOT happen. So if you want no spoilers, don't read on. But if you're like me, dear one, and you loved the show and think of Merlin and Arthur as actual people you know, this ending is for you. Because obviously BBC didn't know what it was doing...
So remember, if you don't want to know what DOESN'T happen, don't read on. Not until you go watch all 5 seasons. Without further ado, I present to you, the proper ending of the show....
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"Arthur!" Merlin shouted, cradling Arthur's head in his hands. "Don't give up! We're almost there!" Merlin frantically looked down at the wound in his best friend's chest. He wished his magic was strong enough to pull the blade fragment out, but he'd already tried and failed.
"Merlin," Arthur said wearily, his eyes threatening to close. "I want to say something--"
"No!" Merlin interrupted. "Don't say it. We'll make it." Merlin pulled with all his strength, but he couldn't pick Arthur up off the ground.
"No... I want to say something I've never said before..." Arthur blinked up at his servant. "Thank you."
Merlin blinked away tears. "Arthur, open your eyes!" Arthur was dying.
Merlin roared with rage and threw his hands up in the air. He wasn't going to let Arthur die. Not after everything they'd been through. Not after all those years of hiding his magic from the king. Arthur knew Merlin was a sorcerer now. He didn't like it at first, but now he'd accepted it, and if Merlin let him die, the kingdom of Camelot would never change. The ban against sorcery would never be lifted. Everything Merlin worked for, sacrificed for, would've been in vain. Merlin clenched his fists and summoned every bit of magic he could sense. The ground shook. The trees rumbled. Light flew from all corners of the forest and wrapped around Merlin's hands. He held onto it, took a deep breath, and brought it crashing down on King Arthur's chest. A loud crack echoed in the air. Arthur gasped.
Merlin fell backwards from the force, his eyes blacking out from the impact. He felt around for his bearings and struggled to his feet, just as his vision was beginning to return. Arthur was sitting up, clutching his chest, and panting heavily. He turned his wild eyes towards Merlin, not really believing what had just happened. "The greatest sorcerer to have ever walked the earth, eh?" he said. "What took you so long?"
Merlin smiled. Tears of relief cascaded down his cheeks as he ran to help Arthur up.
Together, they traveled back to Camelot, which took more than a day because not everything is within a few hours walk. Arthur found Guinevere at once and told her all about Merlin and how he had magic and had used it to save Arthur's life (thousands of times), but Guinevere already knew. She let Arthur think he was telling her something new though, because she knew it would make him happy. Arthur called his knights to him and abolished the ban against sorcery. He then threw a banquet in Merlin's honor and made him the Court Sorcerer. Merlin finally got all the credit he deserved, and a servant of his very own. Together, they ruled Camelot for many years until one day when Arthur finally succumbed to old age. Then his son, Erthur, (get it, Uther, Arthur, Erther...) Grew up and became King, with an old wizened wizard named Merlin to guide him.
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I feel so much better. Don't you? You're welcome.
If you've just read this and HATE my ending and feel the desire to comment below and say so, don't. My ending is waaaay better. Come on. I mean really: the BUS? Please.
Anyways. This is also my return to blogging after over a year. Hi. Thanks for reading. Go watch some Merlin.
