Haha alright! Here it is! Hope you like it! P.S Don't mind my stupidity, it's three in the morning and my dumb ass wrote Prologue in stead of Epilogue -_- sorry!
The young child raced through the corridor, her breath ragged.
She burst through the chamber doors and leaped onto the bed where her mother and father slept. Her father groaned and turned over, stretching.
"Father, Balinor used his magic to kill a slug! He's using it for bad things again!" Morgause cried, her long dark curls flailing around her as she shook her head. A young boy suddenly burst through the door, breathless, his green eyes wide.
"She's lying!" He panted.
"Am not!" Morgause yelled at him.
"Morgause, Balinor, enough!" Their mother said sternly, sitting up in bed. Morgause crossed her arms, blinking back tears and Balinor ran up to his mother, jumping onto the bed and into her arms.
"Mother, she's lying! She's just trying to get me into-"
"Balinor, how many times have your father and I told you? You don't say mean things about your sister, even if they're true. And, you don't use your magic for silly little things! Especially hurting slugs! What did the slug ever do to you?" She said, brushing her sons dark hair back from his jade green eyes. He opened his mouth in protest.
"Balinor." Their father said sternly. Balinor sighed.
"I was just playing."
"Magic is used for good, Balinor. You know better than that."
"What are you two doing up so early anyway?" Their father asked, raising an eyebrow. "The sun is barely out!"
Balinor and Morgause grinned, their argument forgotten.
"It's uncle's birthday! We gave him our gift!"
"What gift? And why couldn't it wait 'till lat-"
A man came striding into their chambers at that moment, his beard and hair blonde, and his sky blue eyes lighting with excitement. He strode over to their window, his cape billowing behind him and his armor chinking as he opened the curtains, the sunlight bouncing off the crown atop his head.
"There are your munchkins!" He growled, grinning. Morgause shrieked and jumped into her covers, giggling and the man ran over to her, picking her up into his arms and tickling her.
"NO! UNCLE ARTHUR, NO!" She shrieked, laughing as he spun her around in the air. Balinor growled playfully and jumped on Uncle Arthur's back, knocking his crown off his head as he wrapped his arms around his neck.
"Alright, truce! Uncle Arthur cannot best two sorcerers at once!" Arthur called, laughing. Balinor dropped off him and Arthur lay Morgause on the bed. She beamed up at him and Arthur looked at the children's parents in bed.
"My sister and my best friend! Still in bed on MY birthday! The blasphemy! Up you get, Merlin! Come on, Morgana!" He said, gripping their blanket and tearing it away from them. They groaned and got up slowly, but Morgana hugged Arthur tightly.
"Happy birthday, brother."
"Thank you, Morgana." Arthur sighed and looked in the mirror in their room, scratching his beard.
"I feel old."
"You are turning forty-five..." Morgana muttered. Arthur looked at her, grinning wickedly.
"Do I spot a gray hair, Morgana?" He asked, tugging at her hair. She shoved him playfully.
"Oh, shut it." Merlin scratched at the stubble on his face and sighed.
"I need to shave."
"I like the stubble." Morgana said, wrapping her arms around his waist. Merlin grinned at her.
"Really?" He said, raising an eyebrow.
"Mhmm...perhaps one day you can grow a long gray beard that will match the length of your long gray hair." She said, winking at him. Merlin laughed and bent down to kiss her.
"Ew!" Morgause called. Merlin and Morgana looked at their two children and laughed.
They turned and a woman with long dark brown hair and a dark purple dress on, which had been rendered to fit around her swollen belly. She came into the room, a young boy of about ten years behind her. He walked up to Arthur and smiled.
"Happy Birthday, Father."
"Thank you, Aegon. I grow old, son." He bent down to his knees and gripped his sons shoulders tightly. The boy had the dark brown hair of his mother, but the sky blue eyes of his father.
"One day, the throne of Camelot will go to you."
"I hope that day does not come soon, Father." He said. He wrapped his arms around his fathers neck, who hugged him tightly. Arthur stood and looked to his wife, who walked over to him and kissed him, trying to avoid hitting him with her swollen belly.
"Happy Birthday, Arthur." She whispered.
"Thank you, Guinevere. How is our child?" Arthur asked, touching her stomach.
"It is fine."
The doors split open-
And a whole crowd of people burst in.
Sir Gwaine, with his wife, Arianne and his four year old daughter, Elsa.
Sir Lancelot and his wife, Elaine, with their six year old son, Galahad.
Sir Percival with his wife, Helaine.
Sir Elyan with his wife, Vivianna.
And Sir Leon with Queen Mithian of Nemeth, and their nine year old son, Bran.
The Knights of the Round Table.
"Happy Birthday!" They shouted. Arthur laughed and bowed his head.
"Thank you, my dearest friends!"
"Come on, celebration!" Mithian said, gripping Gwen's arm and pulling her toward the door. Everyone followed her out, and Morgause and Balinor began chasing Elsa and Galahad, and Bran and Aegon ran after them as well.
"Morgause, Balinor! No-"
"Magic, we know!" They said at the same time, rolling their eyes.
"Oh come on, it's my birthday! Go ahead, let off some fireworks!" Arthur said. Morgana chuckled.
"You can use magic, just stay safe!" She called out, but Balinor had already lifted his hand to the sky and let out an array of purple fireworks, his eyes glinting gold as the other children watched in awe.
"Come on, let's do some more outside!" Aegon said excitedly. The children ran out and the adults followed them, laughing.
Arthur looked back at Merlin and Morgana.
"Come on!" He said, walking out with a chuckle. Morgana looked back at the bed as silence filled the room and Merlin raised an eyebrow.
They began to walk back to their bed, about to get under the covers-
"MERRRRLIN!" Merlin groaned and chuckled and Morgana sighed.
"Alright, celebration." She muttered, rolling her eyes. She began to walk away, but Merlin gripped her hand and spun her into his arms, then kissed her passionately.
Twenty-seven years had passed since his first arrival in Camelot.
Twenty-seven years since he had learned of his destiny.
And now, his life was perfect.
He wrapped his arms around Morgana's waist tighter and he wrapped her arms around his neck, chuckling against his lips.
He thanked Taliesin in his mind for everything he had done.
Thanks to him, he was kissing the woman he loved, he had two beautiful healthy children and everyone he loved was safe and happy.
Merlin pulled away and Morgana pressed her forehead to his, chuckling.
"I love you." She whispered. He kissed her softly once more, his hands lacing in her hair. He never wanted to let her go.
"I love you." He whispered.
He gripped her hand tightly and walked outside, wondering where the next twenty seven years would take him...
An image of an old and gray Morgana by his side popped into his mind...
And a massive grin split his face.
That...was one future he didn't want to miss.