Fic: Death Cannot Stop True Love - Part 2
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geeklover80Part One
Ten Years Later
Two swords clashed. Two figures parried back and forth moving all over the Camelot training ground, behind the castle. The larger of the two finally got the upper hand, and smashed the hilt of his sword into the other’s armor-clad chest, knocking the other to the ground. There was no time for celebration though as the slighter figure immediately kicked the other’s legs out from under him, jumped up and pressed a foot onto the fallen fighter’s chest.
The victor pressed the sword to the fallen man’s chest. Taking off her helmet, black hair cascading down her back, Morgana glared down at the man on the ground. “Do you surrender?”
Arthur lifted up his head, taking off his helmet, and jutting his chin out defiantly. “Never.”
Morgana narrowed her eyes at him. She pressed her sword a little harder down against his chain mail, before breaking out into a wide grin. She grabbed Arthur’s hand and pulled him up. “Are you ever going to change, Arthur?”
Arthur dusted himself off. “Now why would I ever do that? If you know a way of improving on this level of perfection, I’d love to hear it.”
Morgana rolled her eyes as sheathed her sword. “I have never met anyone with a bigger ego, little brother. Perhaps you should try adding a little humility into your perfect repertoire. There is no shame in admitting defeat to a girl.”
Arthur sauntered over to her and grinned. “That’s the beauty of doing these little training games while no one else is around. I don’t have to admit anything I don’t want to.”
Morgana sighed. “You’re hopeless.”
“Yes, and you love me anyway.”
Morgana grinned tightly, before nodding.
“I need to go to my room and make sure that idiot manservant of mine has actually done what he’s told. I swear he’s the worst manservant I’ve ever had.” Arthur shook his head in disgust.
“Be kind to the boy.” Morgana shuffled her feet briefly, before they started to head back to the castle. “You’re meeting with Uther later?”
“Yes.”
“You have important matters to discuss? Can’t discuss it in front of the girl.”
Arthur sighed. “Don’t start this again, Morgana. Father is trying to prepare me for when I become king. You don’t have to worry about that. Trust me; it’s not as interesting as you’d think.” He looked over at her and grinned. “Don’t you have more important things to be doing? I thought you had to find a dress for the feast?”
“I already told your father that I wouldn’t be attending that feast. I don’t happen to believe celebrating the death of innocent people is something to be celebrated. And it’s so nice to know that all you really think I’m good for is dress shopping!” Morgana stalked off.
“Morgana?” Arthur yelled after her. “Stop being so sensitive!” Arthur shook his head, blowing out a short puff of air. Knowing Morgana he knew she would get over this soon, so he walked back to his room without giving it a second thought.
~*~
Uther was insistent that Morgana make an appearance at the feast to hear the Lady Helen sing. After attending the dinner, Morgana quickly slipped out. Morgana walked down below the castle. She did her usual routine and flirted with the guards, slipping them the sleeping draught s Gaius was still giving her, even though she had stopped taking it long ago. She could have easily knocked them out with a spell, but it was fun messing with the guard’s feeble minds.
Once the guards were incapacitated, she slipped down into the cave below. It was a routine she knew well. She had been making weekly visits to the dragon, Kilgarrah, since the first time they had met. She stomped into the cave, thinking about her conversation with Arthur. She barely glanced at Kilgarrah as she dropped the bundle in her hands with a clatter. “Arthur is becoming just as insufferable as his father. I suppose I should say our father. How is it possible for someone to be so pompous and unwilling to see reason? He has a feast, a celebration for killing an innocent man because of something he can’t even control. I want him to suffer. I want him to be scared and defenseless and so broken that he is a shell of his former self.”
Morgana looked up at the imprisoned dragon. She was surprised to see him drumming his claws impatiently against the rock he was perched on. “I have heard this all before, witch. Now is now longer the time for useless words.”
Morgana looked down and bit her lip. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”
“I was beginning to think you had changed your mind.”
Morgana shook her head vehemently. “Never. Uther deserves this and so much more.”
“Once you set this in motion it is not something that can be undone, Morgana.” Kilgarrah‘s words were more dire than Morgana had ever heard before.
“I know what I’m doing, Kilgarrah. You have always said that I cannot choose my destiny. Well, you’re wrong. I’ve made my choice. This is what I want.” Morgana kneeled down and grabbed the sword that she had procured. She gazed at it, smiling at the tremendous power she felt. “I will be the greatest sorcerer this world has ever seen.” Morgana looked up sharply when the great dragon chuckled darkly.
“Young witch, I have taught you well. And you indeed have great power. You are not the greatest sorcerer in this land. That title belongs to the one they call Emrys.”
Morgana’s green eyes flashed angrily. “But you said I have a great destiny.”
“That is the truth. Yours and Emrys’ destinies are inexorably linked. If you do not find a way to stop him, he will be your doom.
“You’re telling me this now!” Morgana shrieked. “How do I stop him?”
“I have told you all I can, Morgana Pendragon. It is time for you to follow your own path. I have done everything I promised. Now it is time for you to live up to your word.”
Morgana took a deep breath, gripping the sword tightly. For a brief moment she thought of keeping the dragon chained. But she realised the dragon was right; it was time for her to start doing things her way. She had a debt to repay the dragon and she would live up to it.
She took the steps, going down even further into the cave and walked to the chains that bound the great dragon. Looking up at Kilgarrah one last time, she raised her head and gave him a tiny nod, before reciting the incantation he taught her and swinging away with all her might.
~*~
There was panic in the streets of Camelot. People were running for their lives, some covering their ears to try and block out the creature’s cries that could be heard for miles. Arthur looked at the fear in the faces of the beloved citizens of Camelot and the carnage that was being unleashed and felt sick. He led his knights to the highest part of the castle, cross bows and arrows ready to take aim at the great dragon. The creature had been tormenting Camelot for the past twenty-four hours. Arthur had lost many men and sadly, even more citizens of Camelot, including women and children. He feared they would not be able to stop the beast this way, but he had to do what he could to protect his people.
“I know you’re tired,” Arthur said to his knights. “But make one last effort for me. Every shot must count.” They all watched the sky warily, waiting for the beast to make his approach. When they could spot the dragon, Arthur gave his instructions. “Flame up!” Arthur and his knights lit their arrows and turned their crossbows to the sky. “Stay strong! For tonight is not your night to die, I will make sure of that!”
The dragon was getting closer and closer. “Hold firm!” Arthur commanded. The dragon was close enough they could see the flare of his nostrils and feel the heat emanating from him. “Hold! Hold!” The dragon roared. “Noooow!” Arthur bellowed.
They took aim, but their puny arrows were useless against the dragon. He let forth a deafening roar and a gust of fire came out of his mouth. Arthur and his knights barely ducked out of the way.
~*~
Arthur and his men continued to battle all night, getting as many citizens as they could to safety and putting out the fires the dragon created. By the time morning came, Arthur could barely stand but refused to let his father see his fatigue as he gave his report. His knights and a few other men the king trusted were also in attendance.
“The dead number fifty-six men, thirty women, further twenty women and children are unaccounted for. Most of the fires from last night have been put out, but the damage, particularly to the western section of the castle is catastrophic...I don’t think you need me to go on.” Arthur finished.
Uther got up and slowly walked to the window. “And there is still no word on how the beast escaped?”
“No, I’m sorry to say.” Arthur took off his gloves and slowly sat down in a chair in front of his father’s desk. He rubbed a hand against his forehead.
“There must be some way to get rid of this aberration once and for all.” Uther said looking over at his council members and Gaius. Uther noticed Gaius fidgeting slightly. “Do you know something, Gaius?”
Everyone in the room’s attention diverted to Gaius. “I’m not sure, sire.”
Uther walked over to Gaius. “Gaius, surely I don’t have to remind you that the kingdom is under attack. If you have any information, you must tell me.”
Gaius twisted his hands. “It’s just rumor, sire. But it’s possible that there is one last dragon lord out there.”
Uther blinked rapidly. “What? How is that possible?”
Gaius couldn’t meet the king’s eyes. “I’m not sure. His name is Balinor. From what I’ve heard he may be living in a cave in Cenred’s kingdom. But that was many years ago.”
Arthur felt hope for what felt like the first time in days. He stood up as quickly as his bones would allow. “If this man exists, we have to find him.”
“If this man does exist and is living in Cenred’s kingdom, he still is of no use to us. Our treaty with Cenred no longer holds now that we’re at war. If he were to find anyone from Camelot across his borders he would kill them.” Uther explained.
Arthur grabbed his gloves. “Then I’ll go alone. I can remain undetected.”
Uther whirled around to face Arthur. “That is out of the question. It is far too dangerous.”
“I highly doubt it’s more dangerous than staying here with a fire-breathing dragon on the loose.”
Uther walked over to Arthur and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Arthur, you are the crown prince of Camelot. If you are killed, the future of Camelot is ruined.”
“And it won’t be ruined if we don’t find a way to stop this creature?” Arthur looked at his father waiting for his retort. When there was none forthcoming he took that as Uther admitting defeat. He walked past his father, turning around slightly. “I’ll send word when I’ve found him.”
Before he could exit the room, Uther’s words stopped him. “I’m trying to look out for your safety, Arthur.”
Arthur turned to him fully. “And I’m trying to look out for the safety of Camelot. I will not sit by and do nothing when I have the chance to save my people.” He nodded briefly to his father and left.
The others soon followed. “Gaius?” Uther called after the departing man. When Gaius slowly turned around, Uther continued. “I would like a word with you.”
~*~
As Arthur was preparing his gear he heard a knock on the door. “Enter.”
Morgana came in the room, giving Arthur a gentle smile. When she stopped in front of him, she gripped his hands tightly. “I’m so relieved that you survived the night. I was so worried about you.”
“There was no need to worry. I eat lizards like that for breakfast.” Arthur shrugged.
“It wasn’t a lizard. It was a dragon.”
“Same difference.”
Morgana rolled her eyes. “You can try and act glib, but I know you were scared.”
Arthur didn’t respond, just turned back to his preparations.
“Are you going out on a mission?” Morgana asked, trying to affect an air of nonchalance.
“Yes. If all goes according to plan, we can put an end to this nightmare with the dragon.”
“How are you going to do that?”
“By finding the last dragon lord.”
Morgana nodded slowly. “The last dragon lord. Do you really think he’s out there?”
Arthur turned back to her. “I hope to God that he is. If he isn’t, I have no idea how we can save Camelot.”
Morgana hugged Arthur suddenly. “If anyone can save Camelot, I know you can, Arthur.” She pulled back to look at him. “Good luck.”
“Thank you.” Arthur replied, smiling at her sincerely.
Morgana walked away from Arthur, a slow smile spreading across her face.
~*~
Given how frantic things were in town, Uther had Arthur and Morgana under heavy watch. But he was also very distracted, so while it was difficult, Morgana managed to make it away from the castle grounds. She wrapped her cloak tighter around herself as she walked faster. She knocked on the door of the hut rapidly, looking over her shoulder once again to make sure she wasn’t followed. The door was opened quickly and Morgana hurried inside. “Did you make sure you weren’t followed?” her companion asked.
Morgana rolled her eyes. “Of course. I’m not an idiot.” Despite that testy exchange, she smiled at her friend. “Having you been taking care of our visitor?”
“Yes, even though I’m still not sure why you’re doing this.”
“The only thing you need to know, Alvarr, is that doing this will ensure the downfall of Uther. You still want that, don’t you?”
“Of course,” Alvarr growled.
Morgana had been happy to learn magic from Kilgarrah, but she craved more and more knowledge and Kilgarrah wasn’t always willing to tell her what she wanted to know. Morgana had begun to seek out other magical users in Camelot. She befriended many druids and other magical kin. She even reached out to men who used to serve under her father, Gorlois.
The druids were a peaceful group. While they shared Morgana’s frustration with what Uther was doing to their people, they didn’t share her thirst for vengeance. Alvarr, however, did harbour the same ideas as Morgana, and they quickly formed a friendship that briefly turned into more. Morgana knew if she needed something, Alvarr would be there for her.
Alvarr led her to his room in the back. “Was he alone when you found him?” Morgana asked.
“Yes. He’s always alone.”
Morgana walked into the room and smiled gleefully when she saw the man shackled in the corner. She turned back to Alvarr. “Leave us, please.”
Alvarr pursed his lips and seemed as if he was about to voice an objection, when Morgana shot him a withering look. “Alright.” He nodded. He shut the door behind him.
Morgana slowly walked over to her prey and crouched down. The man didn’t flinch at Morgana’s approach. Morgana laughed. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Though I suppose these accommodations are a step up from that cave you were living in. Wouldn’t you agree, Balinor?”
The man with the long, dark hair and shaggy beard refused to acknowledge her.
Morgana grabbed his chin. “It is rude to ignore a lady when she is speaking to you.”
“Show me a lady and I’ll act accordingly.” Balinor spat.
Morgana smiled, taking a step back. “It speaks.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I would be wounded by your words if I had any respect for someone like you.”
Balinor looked up at her sharply. “You don’t know anything about me.”
Morgana kneeled down to face him again. “Oh, but I do. Kilgarrah - you remember that name don’t you - told me all about you.”
Balinor looked down at the mention of Kilgarrah’s name. “It was terrible what happened to him.”
“What happened to him? Don’t act like you weren’t a part of it. You helped Uther lock him up.”
“That’s a lie!” Balinor bellowed. “Uther tricked me.”
“Really?”
“Yes!” Balinor spat. “I trusted Uther. He told me he wanted to make peace with the dragon, but he just wanted to lock him up.”
“And you made that so easy for him.” Morgana’s lip curled in disgust. “You were a fool to trust, Uther. After Kilgarrah was chained in that filthy cave, you never came to save him. He was your kin. How could you do that?”
“Uther tried to kill me. I had to save my life.”
Morgana shook her head. She crawled closer to Balinor. “You’re nothing but a selfish traitor.” She scrutinised Balinor. “When Kilgarrah told me about you, he said not to hurt you. He understood why you did what you did.”But... she grabbed Balinor’s face again, sighing. “That is a promise that I don’t know if I can keep.”
~*~
Arthur turned around and tried to listen for the sound he thought he had heard. Determining it to be nothing, Arthur started on his way again. He was approaching the border to Cenred’s kingdom and was being extra vigilant. After riding a few more minutes, he noticed an odd looking piece of wood on the ground. He got off his horse and moved closer to examine it, and noticed his mistake a split second too late. He screamed as he was hoisted above the ground in a net. His horse whinnied and ran off. He bounced up and down, struggling to break free, but it was no use.
Hearing rustling leaves, he turned his head in the direction of the sound. A gangly boy, with dirt on his face, shabby clothes, and the biggest ears he’d ever seen approached him. He picked up the piece of wood on the ground. It was some kind of carving, shaped like a dragon. Arthur was taken aback when the boy grinned up at him. “I knew I’d catch one of you idiots eventually.”
Despite his tenuous position, Arthur bristled at this comment. “Idiot?! Who the hell do you think you are?”
“I’m the man on the ground, not trapped like some idiot.” The dark-haired man grinned again, pocketing his carving.
“Who are you?” Arthur demanded once again.
“I’ll be asking the questions.” The man approached him, his blue eyes piercing Arthur’s with a hard stare. “What have you done with my father?”
Arthur crinkled his nose and shook his head slowly. “You stupid wanker. I don’t know who you are. How the hell would I know who your father is?”
“Don’t play dumb. I mean I know being a dumb supercilious prat is your natural state, but I know that you know what I’m talking about.” He pointed to Arthur’s clothes. “You’re a knight of Camelot. You wear their colors.”
Arthur squared his jaw. “Are you trying to suggest there’s something wrong with being a knight?”
“Perhaps you are smarter than you look. That’s exactly what I’m saying. My father’s told me about Camelot and your kind. Your king is a despicable man who murders innocent people.”
Arthur gripped the net he was entrapped within. “I am warning you, if you say one more word about-
The younger man laughed cruelly. “You’re warning me? In case you’ve missed it, you’re trapped and you’re not going anywhere. I could leave you up there for all eternity, if I so desired. And I will, if you don’t tell me what you and your king have done with my father.”
“I have told you, I don’t know who you’re talking about. Perhaps your father is a criminal as well as a liar. We do not kill innocent people in Camelot, only those who have broken our laws.”
“Like your laws against magic?”
Arthur narrowed his eyes at his captor. “Is that what this is about? Does your father have magic?”
The dark-haired man cringed at the way Arthur practically spat out the word “magic.” “And what if he did? There is nothing wrong with having magic.”
Arthur laughed loud and mirthlessly. “That is a lie. Do you want to know the reason I’m here?”
“No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.”
“There is a magical creature destroying Camelot as we speak. That is how I know that magic is evil.” Arthur sighed. “Even if your father is some kind of sorcerer, we’re a little too busy at the moment fighting for our lives to capture anyone.”
The other man crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking at Arthur sceptically. “If your town is in such mortal peril, then what are you doing here? Isn’t it a knight’s duty to protect Camelot? I can’t imagine you’re running away. You don’t strike me as being a coward.”
“I...” Arthur paused suddenly. “Was that a compliment?”
The boy with the big ears shook his head. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “I’m not running away. I came here because I’m looking for someone to help defeat the dragon.” For the first time since he met this unfortunate boy, Arthur saw a look of uncertainty pass over him.
“A dragon is attacking Camelot?”
“Yes,” Arthur said slowly, eyeing the boy carefully. “I was on my way to try and find the last dragon lord. I came here to find a man named Balinor.” The dark-haired boy looked away suddenly. “Do you know him?”
Arthur’s captor swallowed before looking up at him. “No.”
Arthur grinned. “Wow. You are a horrible liar.”
“Yeah and you’re a prat.”
Arthur ignored the insult. “Please, if you know who this man is, you need to tell me where he is. Lives are at stake.”
“I can’t tell you what I don’t know.”
Arthur shoved a hand through his hair, tugging violently. “Look, I know that you think Camelot is full of horrible and unjust people, but that’s not true. Our citizens are good, hard-working people. This creature isn’t sparing anyone. Homes are being destroyed. Women and children are being killed. You don’t have to help me, but please help them.”
The young man looked up at him with watery eyes. “I can’t tell you where he is...”
“Damn it, did you hear a word that I said?”
“I can’t tell you, because I don’t know where he is. Balinor is my father and he’s missing.”
Arthur leaned back heavily, the net swinging widely. “Your father is Balinor, the last dragon lord?”
“Yes.” The dark-haired boy sighed. “I set this trap because I thought if I could trap someone from Camelot, they could tell me where he is.”
“Why do you assume that we would know?”
“Because he’s never been gone for this long. He only left to get supplies. He always told me that if something happened to him, it would be because Uther Pendragon finally caught up to him.” He took a slow, deep breath. “I’m sorry about what’s happening to your home, but I have my own problems to deal with.”
Without warning, the young man stalked over to a tree, and unceremoniously cut the rope that was holding Arthur aloft, and then began to walk away. Arthur came crashing down with a thud and a loud groan. Arthur quickly disentangled himself from the net and raced after the departing man. “Wait,” Arthur grabbed the other man’s arm. The other man whirled around, ripping his arm from Arthur’s grasp. “Thanks for that” He pointed behind him. “Couldn’t give me a little warning?”
“I thought no warning was best.”
“Why?”
“Because it was more fun that way.”
Arthur gritted his teeth. When the boy turned to leave again, Arthur jumped in front of him, blocking his path. “Are you just going to leave?”
“Yes.” The dark-haired man said simply.
“You’re just giving up on your father like that?”
The man got in Arthur’s face, jabbing a finger into his chest. “I will never give up on my father. Do you understand?” Arthur just nodded. The other man slowly backed away from Arthur. “I need to get back home and figure out a way to find him.”
“Do you know where he might be?”
“I think so. I just...” The man looked Arthur up and down quickly, debating with himself for a moment. “I’ve never been anywhere beyond these woods. I need to figure out how to find him.”
“I can help you.” Arthur volunteered.
“No.”
Arthur goggled at the other boy. “Why not?”
“Oh, for several reasons. You’re from Camelot, you hate my father’s kind, and you’re a cabbage head. Do I need to go on?”
“Cabbage head?” Arthur repeated. As Arthur took a moment to contemplate that insult, Merlin side-stepped him and began to walk. Arthur caught up with him again. “What I said before still stands, I need to find your father. Camelot is in desperate need of the dragon lord. I know that I am the best person to help you find him.”
The other boy rolled his eyes. “Why, because you’re a knight of Camelot?”
“No, because I’m not only a knight. I am the prince of Camelot and its greatest warrior.”
The other man’s blue eyes widened. “You’re the prince?”
“Arthur.” Arthur stuck out his hand.
The other man eyed Arthur’s hand for a moment, before grasping it tightly. “Merlin.” They stared at each other for a moment before Merlin snatched his hand away. “I warn you, if we find my father I don’t know if he’ll help. His hatred of your father and everything Camelot stands for is great.”
“Then will you talk to him? Can you convince him to help?”
Merlin looked down briefly, rubbing a hand behind his neck. He looked up at Arthur solemnly. “If I help you with my father, then I need you to help me with yours.”
Arthur’s brow furrowed. “With what, exactly?”
“I want you to get your father to end the ban against magic in Camelot.”
Arthur shook his head slowly. “I can’t do that. My father has very strong feelings about sorcery. It’s been like that since before I was born. I can’t just get him to change his mind.”
“Then I can’t help you with my father.”
Arthur shook his head again, digging his fingernails into his palm. “You know I could just let you go on your own, get killed as you most certainly would, and find your father myself.”
Merlin nodded. “That’s true. Good luck with that.” He turned to leave.
Arthur grabbed his shoulder. “Alright, fine.”
Merlin turned around.
“If I promise to try and change my father’s mind, will you promise to do the same?” Arthur looked into the boy’s eyes; the blue of Merlin’s matching his own.
Merlin nodded. “I promise.”
“Ok.” Silence hung between them for a moment. Arthur found himself feeling awkward around the boy, now that they’d struck tentative truce. But knowing that time was of the essence, Arthur pressed on. “Where do you think your father could be?”
“He only has a few friends that he trusts. They help us with food and other supplies. I’ve never been there, though. Do you know how to find a place called Ealdor?”
Part 3
Ten Years Later
Two swords clashed. Two figures parried back and forth moving all over the Camelot training ground, behind the castle. The larger of the two finally got the upper hand, and smashed the hilt of his sword into the other’s armor-clad chest, knocking the other to the ground. There was no time for celebration though as the slighter figure immediately kicked the other’s legs out from under him, jumped up and pressed a foot onto the fallen fighter’s chest.
The victor pressed the sword to the fallen man’s chest. Taking off her helmet, black hair cascading down her back, Morgana glared down at the man on the ground. “Do you surrender?”
Arthur lifted up his head, taking off his helmet, and jutting his chin out defiantly. “Never.”
Morgana narrowed her eyes at him. She pressed her sword a little harder down against his chain mail, before breaking out into a wide grin. She grabbed Arthur’s hand and pulled him up. “Are you ever going to change, Arthur?”
Arthur dusted himself off. “Now why would I ever do that? If you know a way of improving on this level of perfection, I’d love to hear it.”
Morgana rolled her eyes as sheathed her sword. “I have never met anyone with a bigger ego, little brother. Perhaps you should try adding a little humility into your perfect repertoire. There is no shame in admitting defeat to a girl.”
Arthur sauntered over to her and grinned. “That’s the beauty of doing these little training games while no one else is around. I don’t have to admit anything I don’t want to.”
Morgana sighed. “You’re hopeless.”
“Yes, and you love me anyway.”
Morgana grinned tightly, before nodding.
“I need to go to my room and make sure that idiot manservant of mine has actually done what he’s told. I swear he’s the worst manservant I’ve ever had.” Arthur shook his head in disgust.
“Be kind to the boy.” Morgana shuffled her feet briefly, before they started to head back to the castle. “You’re meeting with Uther later?”
“Yes.”
“You have important matters to discuss? Can’t discuss it in front of the girl.”
Arthur sighed. “Don’t start this again, Morgana. Father is trying to prepare me for when I become king. You don’t have to worry about that. Trust me; it’s not as interesting as you’d think.” He looked over at her and grinned. “Don’t you have more important things to be doing? I thought you had to find a dress for the feast?”
“I already told your father that I wouldn’t be attending that feast. I don’t happen to believe celebrating the death of innocent people is something to be celebrated. And it’s so nice to know that all you really think I’m good for is dress shopping!” Morgana stalked off.
“Morgana?” Arthur yelled after her. “Stop being so sensitive!” Arthur shook his head, blowing out a short puff of air. Knowing Morgana he knew she would get over this soon, so he walked back to his room without giving it a second thought.
~*~
Uther was insistent that Morgana make an appearance at the feast to hear the Lady Helen sing. After attending the dinner, Morgana quickly slipped out. Morgana walked down below the castle. She did her usual routine and flirted with the guards, slipping them the sleeping draught s Gaius was still giving her, even though she had stopped taking it long ago. She could have easily knocked them out with a spell, but it was fun messing with the guard’s feeble minds.
Once the guards were incapacitated, she slipped down into the cave below. It was a routine she knew well. She had been making weekly visits to the dragon, Kilgarrah, since the first time they had met. She stomped into the cave, thinking about her conversation with Arthur. She barely glanced at Kilgarrah as she dropped the bundle in her hands with a clatter. “Arthur is becoming just as insufferable as his father. I suppose I should say our father. How is it possible for someone to be so pompous and unwilling to see reason? He has a feast, a celebration for killing an innocent man because of something he can’t even control. I want him to suffer. I want him to be scared and defenseless and so broken that he is a shell of his former self.”
Morgana looked up at the imprisoned dragon. She was surprised to see him drumming his claws impatiently against the rock he was perched on. “I have heard this all before, witch. Now is now longer the time for useless words.”
Morgana looked down and bit her lip. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”
“I was beginning to think you had changed your mind.”
Morgana shook her head vehemently. “Never. Uther deserves this and so much more.”
“Once you set this in motion it is not something that can be undone, Morgana.” Kilgarrah‘s words were more dire than Morgana had ever heard before.
“I know what I’m doing, Kilgarrah. You have always said that I cannot choose my destiny. Well, you’re wrong. I’ve made my choice. This is what I want.” Morgana kneeled down and grabbed the sword that she had procured. She gazed at it, smiling at the tremendous power she felt. “I will be the greatest sorcerer this world has ever seen.” Morgana looked up sharply when the great dragon chuckled darkly.
“Young witch, I have taught you well. And you indeed have great power. You are not the greatest sorcerer in this land. That title belongs to the one they call Emrys.”
Morgana’s green eyes flashed angrily. “But you said I have a great destiny.”
“That is the truth. Yours and Emrys’ destinies are inexorably linked. If you do not find a way to stop him, he will be your doom.
“You’re telling me this now!” Morgana shrieked. “How do I stop him?”
“I have told you all I can, Morgana Pendragon. It is time for you to follow your own path. I have done everything I promised. Now it is time for you to live up to your word.”
Morgana took a deep breath, gripping the sword tightly. For a brief moment she thought of keeping the dragon chained. But she realised the dragon was right; it was time for her to start doing things her way. She had a debt to repay the dragon and she would live up to it.
She took the steps, going down even further into the cave and walked to the chains that bound the great dragon. Looking up at Kilgarrah one last time, she raised her head and gave him a tiny nod, before reciting the incantation he taught her and swinging away with all her might.
~*~
There was panic in the streets of Camelot. People were running for their lives, some covering their ears to try and block out the creature’s cries that could be heard for miles. Arthur looked at the fear in the faces of the beloved citizens of Camelot and the carnage that was being unleashed and felt sick. He led his knights to the highest part of the castle, cross bows and arrows ready to take aim at the great dragon. The creature had been tormenting Camelot for the past twenty-four hours. Arthur had lost many men and sadly, even more citizens of Camelot, including women and children. He feared they would not be able to stop the beast this way, but he had to do what he could to protect his people.
“I know you’re tired,” Arthur said to his knights. “But make one last effort for me. Every shot must count.” They all watched the sky warily, waiting for the beast to make his approach. When they could spot the dragon, Arthur gave his instructions. “Flame up!” Arthur and his knights lit their arrows and turned their crossbows to the sky. “Stay strong! For tonight is not your night to die, I will make sure of that!”
The dragon was getting closer and closer. “Hold firm!” Arthur commanded. The dragon was close enough they could see the flare of his nostrils and feel the heat emanating from him. “Hold! Hold!” The dragon roared. “Noooow!” Arthur bellowed.
They took aim, but their puny arrows were useless against the dragon. He let forth a deafening roar and a gust of fire came out of his mouth. Arthur and his knights barely ducked out of the way.
~*~
Arthur and his men continued to battle all night, getting as many citizens as they could to safety and putting out the fires the dragon created. By the time morning came, Arthur could barely stand but refused to let his father see his fatigue as he gave his report. His knights and a few other men the king trusted were also in attendance.
“The dead number fifty-six men, thirty women, further twenty women and children are unaccounted for. Most of the fires from last night have been put out, but the damage, particularly to the western section of the castle is catastrophic...I don’t think you need me to go on.” Arthur finished.
Uther got up and slowly walked to the window. “And there is still no word on how the beast escaped?”
“No, I’m sorry to say.” Arthur took off his gloves and slowly sat down in a chair in front of his father’s desk. He rubbed a hand against his forehead.
“There must be some way to get rid of this aberration once and for all.” Uther said looking over at his council members and Gaius. Uther noticed Gaius fidgeting slightly. “Do you know something, Gaius?”
Everyone in the room’s attention diverted to Gaius. “I’m not sure, sire.”
Uther walked over to Gaius. “Gaius, surely I don’t have to remind you that the kingdom is under attack. If you have any information, you must tell me.”
Gaius twisted his hands. “It’s just rumor, sire. But it’s possible that there is one last dragon lord out there.”
Uther blinked rapidly. “What? How is that possible?”
Gaius couldn’t meet the king’s eyes. “I’m not sure. His name is Balinor. From what I’ve heard he may be living in a cave in Cenred’s kingdom. But that was many years ago.”
Arthur felt hope for what felt like the first time in days. He stood up as quickly as his bones would allow. “If this man exists, we have to find him.”
“If this man does exist and is living in Cenred’s kingdom, he still is of no use to us. Our treaty with Cenred no longer holds now that we’re at war. If he were to find anyone from Camelot across his borders he would kill them.” Uther explained.
Arthur grabbed his gloves. “Then I’ll go alone. I can remain undetected.”
Uther whirled around to face Arthur. “That is out of the question. It is far too dangerous.”
“I highly doubt it’s more dangerous than staying here with a fire-breathing dragon on the loose.”
Uther walked over to Arthur and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Arthur, you are the crown prince of Camelot. If you are killed, the future of Camelot is ruined.”
“And it won’t be ruined if we don’t find a way to stop this creature?” Arthur looked at his father waiting for his retort. When there was none forthcoming he took that as Uther admitting defeat. He walked past his father, turning around slightly. “I’ll send word when I’ve found him.”
Before he could exit the room, Uther’s words stopped him. “I’m trying to look out for your safety, Arthur.”
Arthur turned to him fully. “And I’m trying to look out for the safety of Camelot. I will not sit by and do nothing when I have the chance to save my people.” He nodded briefly to his father and left.
The others soon followed. “Gaius?” Uther called after the departing man. When Gaius slowly turned around, Uther continued. “I would like a word with you.”
~*~
As Arthur was preparing his gear he heard a knock on the door. “Enter.”
Morgana came in the room, giving Arthur a gentle smile. When she stopped in front of him, she gripped his hands tightly. “I’m so relieved that you survived the night. I was so worried about you.”
“There was no need to worry. I eat lizards like that for breakfast.” Arthur shrugged.
“It wasn’t a lizard. It was a dragon.”
“Same difference.”
Morgana rolled her eyes. “You can try and act glib, but I know you were scared.”
Arthur didn’t respond, just turned back to his preparations.
“Are you going out on a mission?” Morgana asked, trying to affect an air of nonchalance.
“Yes. If all goes according to plan, we can put an end to this nightmare with the dragon.”
“How are you going to do that?”
“By finding the last dragon lord.”
Morgana nodded slowly. “The last dragon lord. Do you really think he’s out there?”
Arthur turned back to her. “I hope to God that he is. If he isn’t, I have no idea how we can save Camelot.”
Morgana hugged Arthur suddenly. “If anyone can save Camelot, I know you can, Arthur.” She pulled back to look at him. “Good luck.”
“Thank you.” Arthur replied, smiling at her sincerely.
Morgana walked away from Arthur, a slow smile spreading across her face.
~*~
Given how frantic things were in town, Uther had Arthur and Morgana under heavy watch. But he was also very distracted, so while it was difficult, Morgana managed to make it away from the castle grounds. She wrapped her cloak tighter around herself as she walked faster. She knocked on the door of the hut rapidly, looking over her shoulder once again to make sure she wasn’t followed. The door was opened quickly and Morgana hurried inside. “Did you make sure you weren’t followed?” her companion asked.
Morgana rolled her eyes. “Of course. I’m not an idiot.” Despite that testy exchange, she smiled at her friend. “Having you been taking care of our visitor?”
“Yes, even though I’m still not sure why you’re doing this.”
“The only thing you need to know, Alvarr, is that doing this will ensure the downfall of Uther. You still want that, don’t you?”
“Of course,” Alvarr growled.
Morgana had been happy to learn magic from Kilgarrah, but she craved more and more knowledge and Kilgarrah wasn’t always willing to tell her what she wanted to know. Morgana had begun to seek out other magical users in Camelot. She befriended many druids and other magical kin. She even reached out to men who used to serve under her father, Gorlois.
The druids were a peaceful group. While they shared Morgana’s frustration with what Uther was doing to their people, they didn’t share her thirst for vengeance. Alvarr, however, did harbour the same ideas as Morgana, and they quickly formed a friendship that briefly turned into more. Morgana knew if she needed something, Alvarr would be there for her.
Alvarr led her to his room in the back. “Was he alone when you found him?” Morgana asked.
“Yes. He’s always alone.”
Morgana walked into the room and smiled gleefully when she saw the man shackled in the corner. She turned back to Alvarr. “Leave us, please.”
Alvarr pursed his lips and seemed as if he was about to voice an objection, when Morgana shot him a withering look. “Alright.” He nodded. He shut the door behind him.
Morgana slowly walked over to her prey and crouched down. The man didn’t flinch at Morgana’s approach. Morgana laughed. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Though I suppose these accommodations are a step up from that cave you were living in. Wouldn’t you agree, Balinor?”
The man with the long, dark hair and shaggy beard refused to acknowledge her.
Morgana grabbed his chin. “It is rude to ignore a lady when she is speaking to you.”
“Show me a lady and I’ll act accordingly.” Balinor spat.
Morgana smiled, taking a step back. “It speaks.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I would be wounded by your words if I had any respect for someone like you.”
Balinor looked up at her sharply. “You don’t know anything about me.”
Morgana kneeled down to face him again. “Oh, but I do. Kilgarrah - you remember that name don’t you - told me all about you.”
Balinor looked down at the mention of Kilgarrah’s name. “It was terrible what happened to him.”
“What happened to him? Don’t act like you weren’t a part of it. You helped Uther lock him up.”
“That’s a lie!” Balinor bellowed. “Uther tricked me.”
“Really?”
“Yes!” Balinor spat. “I trusted Uther. He told me he wanted to make peace with the dragon, but he just wanted to lock him up.”
“And you made that so easy for him.” Morgana’s lip curled in disgust. “You were a fool to trust, Uther. After Kilgarrah was chained in that filthy cave, you never came to save him. He was your kin. How could you do that?”
“Uther tried to kill me. I had to save my life.”
Morgana shook her head. She crawled closer to Balinor. “You’re nothing but a selfish traitor.” She scrutinised Balinor. “When Kilgarrah told me about you, he said not to hurt you. He understood why you did what you did.”But... she grabbed Balinor’s face again, sighing. “That is a promise that I don’t know if I can keep.”
~*~
Arthur turned around and tried to listen for the sound he thought he had heard. Determining it to be nothing, Arthur started on his way again. He was approaching the border to Cenred’s kingdom and was being extra vigilant. After riding a few more minutes, he noticed an odd looking piece of wood on the ground. He got off his horse and moved closer to examine it, and noticed his mistake a split second too late. He screamed as he was hoisted above the ground in a net. His horse whinnied and ran off. He bounced up and down, struggling to break free, but it was no use.
Hearing rustling leaves, he turned his head in the direction of the sound. A gangly boy, with dirt on his face, shabby clothes, and the biggest ears he’d ever seen approached him. He picked up the piece of wood on the ground. It was some kind of carving, shaped like a dragon. Arthur was taken aback when the boy grinned up at him. “I knew I’d catch one of you idiots eventually.”
Despite his tenuous position, Arthur bristled at this comment. “Idiot?! Who the hell do you think you are?”
“I’m the man on the ground, not trapped like some idiot.” The dark-haired man grinned again, pocketing his carving.
“Who are you?” Arthur demanded once again.
“I’ll be asking the questions.” The man approached him, his blue eyes piercing Arthur’s with a hard stare. “What have you done with my father?”
Arthur crinkled his nose and shook his head slowly. “You stupid wanker. I don’t know who you are. How the hell would I know who your father is?”
“Don’t play dumb. I mean I know being a dumb supercilious prat is your natural state, but I know that you know what I’m talking about.” He pointed to Arthur’s clothes. “You’re a knight of Camelot. You wear their colors.”
Arthur squared his jaw. “Are you trying to suggest there’s something wrong with being a knight?”
“Perhaps you are smarter than you look. That’s exactly what I’m saying. My father’s told me about Camelot and your kind. Your king is a despicable man who murders innocent people.”
Arthur gripped the net he was entrapped within. “I am warning you, if you say one more word about-
The younger man laughed cruelly. “You’re warning me? In case you’ve missed it, you’re trapped and you’re not going anywhere. I could leave you up there for all eternity, if I so desired. And I will, if you don’t tell me what you and your king have done with my father.”
“I have told you, I don’t know who you’re talking about. Perhaps your father is a criminal as well as a liar. We do not kill innocent people in Camelot, only those who have broken our laws.”
“Like your laws against magic?”
Arthur narrowed his eyes at his captor. “Is that what this is about? Does your father have magic?”
The dark-haired man cringed at the way Arthur practically spat out the word “magic.” “And what if he did? There is nothing wrong with having magic.”
Arthur laughed loud and mirthlessly. “That is a lie. Do you want to know the reason I’m here?”
“No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.”
“There is a magical creature destroying Camelot as we speak. That is how I know that magic is evil.” Arthur sighed. “Even if your father is some kind of sorcerer, we’re a little too busy at the moment fighting for our lives to capture anyone.”
The other man crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking at Arthur sceptically. “If your town is in such mortal peril, then what are you doing here? Isn’t it a knight’s duty to protect Camelot? I can’t imagine you’re running away. You don’t strike me as being a coward.”
“I...” Arthur paused suddenly. “Was that a compliment?”
The boy with the big ears shook his head. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “I’m not running away. I came here because I’m looking for someone to help defeat the dragon.” For the first time since he met this unfortunate boy, Arthur saw a look of uncertainty pass over him.
“A dragon is attacking Camelot?”
“Yes,” Arthur said slowly, eyeing the boy carefully. “I was on my way to try and find the last dragon lord. I came here to find a man named Balinor.” The dark-haired boy looked away suddenly. “Do you know him?”
Arthur’s captor swallowed before looking up at him. “No.”
Arthur grinned. “Wow. You are a horrible liar.”
“Yeah and you’re a prat.”
Arthur ignored the insult. “Please, if you know who this man is, you need to tell me where he is. Lives are at stake.”
“I can’t tell you what I don’t know.”
Arthur shoved a hand through his hair, tugging violently. “Look, I know that you think Camelot is full of horrible and unjust people, but that’s not true. Our citizens are good, hard-working people. This creature isn’t sparing anyone. Homes are being destroyed. Women and children are being killed. You don’t have to help me, but please help them.”
The young man looked up at him with watery eyes. “I can’t tell you where he is...”
“Damn it, did you hear a word that I said?”
“I can’t tell you, because I don’t know where he is. Balinor is my father and he’s missing.”
Arthur leaned back heavily, the net swinging widely. “Your father is Balinor, the last dragon lord?”
“Yes.” The dark-haired boy sighed. “I set this trap because I thought if I could trap someone from Camelot, they could tell me where he is.”
“Why do you assume that we would know?”
“Because he’s never been gone for this long. He only left to get supplies. He always told me that if something happened to him, it would be because Uther Pendragon finally caught up to him.” He took a slow, deep breath. “I’m sorry about what’s happening to your home, but I have my own problems to deal with.”
Without warning, the young man stalked over to a tree, and unceremoniously cut the rope that was holding Arthur aloft, and then began to walk away. Arthur came crashing down with a thud and a loud groan. Arthur quickly disentangled himself from the net and raced after the departing man. “Wait,” Arthur grabbed the other man’s arm. The other man whirled around, ripping his arm from Arthur’s grasp. “Thanks for that” He pointed behind him. “Couldn’t give me a little warning?”
“I thought no warning was best.”
“Why?”
“Because it was more fun that way.”
Arthur gritted his teeth. When the boy turned to leave again, Arthur jumped in front of him, blocking his path. “Are you just going to leave?”
“Yes.” The dark-haired man said simply.
“You’re just giving up on your father like that?”
The man got in Arthur’s face, jabbing a finger into his chest. “I will never give up on my father. Do you understand?” Arthur just nodded. The other man slowly backed away from Arthur. “I need to get back home and figure out a way to find him.”
“Do you know where he might be?”
“I think so. I just...” The man looked Arthur up and down quickly, debating with himself for a moment. “I’ve never been anywhere beyond these woods. I need to figure out how to find him.”
“I can help you.” Arthur volunteered.
“No.”
Arthur goggled at the other boy. “Why not?”
“Oh, for several reasons. You’re from Camelot, you hate my father’s kind, and you’re a cabbage head. Do I need to go on?”
“Cabbage head?” Arthur repeated. As Arthur took a moment to contemplate that insult, Merlin side-stepped him and began to walk. Arthur caught up with him again. “What I said before still stands, I need to find your father. Camelot is in desperate need of the dragon lord. I know that I am the best person to help you find him.”
The other boy rolled his eyes. “Why, because you’re a knight of Camelot?”
“No, because I’m not only a knight. I am the prince of Camelot and its greatest warrior.”
The other man’s blue eyes widened. “You’re the prince?”
“Arthur.” Arthur stuck out his hand.
The other man eyed Arthur’s hand for a moment, before grasping it tightly. “Merlin.” They stared at each other for a moment before Merlin snatched his hand away. “I warn you, if we find my father I don’t know if he’ll help. His hatred of your father and everything Camelot stands for is great.”
“Then will you talk to him? Can you convince him to help?”
Merlin looked down briefly, rubbing a hand behind his neck. He looked up at Arthur solemnly. “If I help you with my father, then I need you to help me with yours.”
Arthur’s brow furrowed. “With what, exactly?”
“I want you to get your father to end the ban against magic in Camelot.”
Arthur shook his head slowly. “I can’t do that. My father has very strong feelings about sorcery. It’s been like that since before I was born. I can’t just get him to change his mind.”
“Then I can’t help you with my father.”
Arthur shook his head again, digging his fingernails into his palm. “You know I could just let you go on your own, get killed as you most certainly would, and find your father myself.”
Merlin nodded. “That’s true. Good luck with that.” He turned to leave.
Arthur grabbed his shoulder. “Alright, fine.”
Merlin turned around.
“If I promise to try and change my father’s mind, will you promise to do the same?” Arthur looked into the boy’s eyes; the blue of Merlin’s matching his own.
Merlin nodded. “I promise.”
“Ok.” Silence hung between them for a moment. Arthur found himself feeling awkward around the boy, now that they’d struck tentative truce. But knowing that time was of the essence, Arthur pressed on. “Where do you think your father could be?”
“He only has a few friends that he trusts. They help us with food and other supplies. I’ve never been there, though. Do you know how to find a place called Ealdor?”
Part 3
