#tsofph merlina

Knowledge 11.1 introduce characters:

(In merlin bbc tv series)Freya was a Druid girl who fell in love with Merlin, who she met when he helped her to escape from the bounty hunter Halig. She later died on the shores of the Lake of Avalon, after which she became the Lady of the Lake.

Freya is a female name of Scandinavian origin meaning "noblewoman" or "lady".

Given the Nordic ancestry of her name, Freya (or her family) might have come from Danelaw (East Anglia), which originated from Viking expansion

It likely originated from Freyja, the Norse goddess of love, war, and death.

Other spellings include Freja, Freyah, Freyja, Fraya, Fray, Fraja, Frayah, Frehah, Freia, Freiah, Freyra, and Freyrah.

A quiet hill beneath an ancient village. Merlina stands before Morgana—Ermelinda to a few— her spirit wavering like mist. The silence between them is soft, not uneasy.

Ermelinda: …A ghost. *A faint, bitter smile crosses her face.* A ghost… like me? Tell me, Merlina…As someone who admires the God of Death…Do you think even he would wish for someone like me to keep living? Someone whose life has already become little more than a lingering spirit?

Merlina: When people hear my name…They think of my grandfather. The great wizard Merlin. I was created because of him. His name…His legacy…Even the expectations placed upon me were never truly mine. Sometimes I wondered…Was I ever meant to exist as Merlina? Or was I simply another shadow cast by Merlin?

Ermelinda: …....

Merlina: If my existence began because someone else willed it… Does that make my life any less real? Do I deserve to disappear simply because I was created? *She smiles softly.* Or… Do I deserve to live because I learned to choose my own path?

Ermelinda: *turns her head to Merlina* You deserve to exist!

Merlina: My lady?

Ermelinda: Without question. Every mage…Every soul born through magic…Every life touched by magic…Deserves the chance to decide who they become. No one should be condemned simply because of how they came into this world.

Merlina: Then…My lady… What about you? Why are you the only exception? You say every magic user deserves to exist. You defend strangers. You comfort wandering spirits. You forgive those who curse themselves. Yet when it comes to your own life…You refuse yourself the same kindness. Why?

Ermelinda: Because…I've made too many mistakes. Too many people suffered because of my choices. A ghost should not cling to the world forever.

Merlina: Perhaps. But ghosts do not remain because they are evil. They remain because something still calls to them. Regret. Love. Hope. Or a promise left unfinished.

Ermelinda: …..........

Merlina: You asked whether the God of Death would desire you to live. Maybe…That isn't the question. Perhaps the question is…If Death himself guides souls home…Would he not wish for you to find peace as well? Not through punishment. Not through endless wandering. But through acceptance.

Ermelinda: Acceptance…For someone like me?

Merlina: Yes. Because home is not a place reserved only for heroes. It is also where broken souls are finally allowed to rest. I will say again.....Even ghosts… Deserve to find their way home.

Ermelinda closes her eyes. For the first time in centuries, the weight she carries seems just a little lighter.

The battlefield. The last of the shadow demons fade into ash. The storm clouds break, leaving the two women standing in the eerie quiet.

Viridi: Merlina?!

Merlina: *bows slightly, staff glowing faintly* Yes. I am the Royal Wizard of Camelot. I served at the Royal Court.

Viridi: By whom?!

Merlina: Questions later, my lady. We needed to survive first.

Together, they unleash one final spell, striking down the lingering demons. Silence follows. The battlefield is littered with black dust, fluttering like snow.

Merlina: My grandfather is Merlin. And I… I served as royal enchantress to Queen Guinevere.

Viridi: Oh……

Merlina: ………….

Viridi: How is she…? No. I already know. She’s gone.

Merlina: So you still care for her.

Viridi: Is there any chance… to see her again? Even if she has been reborn?

Merlina: *closes her eyes, sorrowful* I don’t know. I’ve tried to find my grandfather too, but even his shadow is hard to follow. Some bonds cross lifetimes. Some… fade.

Viridi: (Her appearance… it looks like mine. Did Merlin… still think of me when she was born?)

Merlina: My lady?

Viridi: Nothing.

Merlina: You fight with great strength. You could have left me, but you didn’t.

Viridi: Perhaps I wanted to see if the “Royal Wizard” could actually keep up.

Merlina: I’d like to think we made a good team.

Viridi: …Perhaps.

Merlina: My lady… you fought with such fire. Yet there was sorrow in your eyes.

Viridi: Sharp little one, aren’t you?

Merlina: I didn’t mean to offend. Only… I saw how you faltered when I spoke of the queen.

Viridi: Guinevere was… more than a queen to me. She was light. Gentle, yet unyielding. When she was gone, I— No matter.

Merlina: You still love her.

Viridi: ……………

Merlina: My grandfather used to say… caring for someone doesn’t weaken us. It gives us the strength to keep walking forward, even when we are alone.

Viridi: That sounds like something Merlin would say. Always the sage. Always the fool.

Merlina: Perhaps. But… I think he was right. Because even now, I think he still cares for you.

Viridi: Care for me? After all I’ve done? Foolish girl.

Merlina: Not foolish. If Merlin could see me, his granddaughter, standing beside you now… I think he would be glad.

Viridi: You remind me of what I once was. Before bitterness. Before anger.

Merlina: Then perhaps I can remind you again, my lady. Not as a rival… but as a friend.