Fic: Death Cannot Stop True Love - Part 4

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Part 3


“Are you sure you won’t need me again tonight, milady?”

“Yes, Gwen, I’ve already told you two times that you can go.” Morgana snapped at her maid.

Gwen frowned, taking a step back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Morgana forced a smile, reaching out to Gwen and clutching her hand. “I’m sorry, Gwen. I didn’t mean to take this out on you. Arthur’s been gone for days and I’m really starting to worry.”

Gwen patted Morgana’s hand. “Arthur’s a great fighter. I’m sure he’s fine.”

Morgana nodded.

Gwen let go of her hand and bowed. “Goodnight, milady.”

“Goodnight, Gwen. Be careful getting home. Who knows when the dragon will attack next.”

Gwen nodded. She closed the door behind her as she left.

Morgana rolled her eyes. “Hopefully it’ll be soon.” Morgana walked over to her window, watching the smoke still coming out of one of the turrets. “What are you doing, Kilgarrah? Camelot should be a smouldering wasteland by now.”

She began to pace. She knew that unleashing the dragon was the right plan of attack. She owed Kilgarrah his freedom. And she also knew that if she hadn’t done what he wanted, Kilgarrah would have made a powerful enemy. She needed him on her side. But the great dragon had never shared his plans with her, and Morgana did not like being in the dark.

Morgana also had plenty of other things to worry about. She hadn’t really been lying to Gwen earlier. She was worried about Arthur. She wasn’t worried about her brother’s well-being or concerned about him finding the last dragon lord; she’d taken care of that. But given Kilgarrah’s nature of being as vague as possible and not sharing vital information, she became concerned that Arthur would find something else to stop the dragon. Or perhaps someone else. Perhaps this Emrys that Kilgarrah warned her about.

Morgana growled lowly. She stopped in front of her mirror. There was no way for her to know what Arthur was up to and it was driving her crazy. If she didn’t know what was happening, there was no way she would be able to stay a step ahead of everyone. She looked at herself in the mirror, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. As she stared at her reflection, an idea formed. She recited an incantation, her eyes glowing gold, and then the mirror shimmered.

Morgana smiled. She stood up straighter. “Let’s see if this works. Mirror, show me Emrys.”

Morgana jumped back, startled, when the mirror responded in Morgana’s own voice. “I cannot show you anything. I can only tell you the truth at the heart of what you seek.”

Morgana rolled her eyes heavenward. “Ugh, you’re just as bad as Kilgarrah. Can no one give me a straight answer?” When the mirror didn’t answer, Morgana shrugged, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Fine. Can you tell me where Arthur is? What he’s found?”

“Arthur has found his other half, his protector.” The mirror replied.

Morgana narrowed her eyes. “His protector? Who are you talking about?”

There was a knock at Morgana’s door. “Who is it?” Morgana gasped.

“Uther. Who are you talking to, Morgana?”

Morgana did a double take between the door and the mirror. She ran to the door and opened it swiftly. “I’m sorry, milord.”

“What were you doing?” Uther walked into Morgana’s chambers.

Morgana looked warily at her mirror. She knew Uther couldn’t see anything, but she was still anxious. “I was...just mumbling to myself. I do that when I’m nervous.”

Uther looked around distractedly. “I never noticed that.”

“There’s a lot you’ve never noticed.” Morgana muttered.

“What?” Uther turned around to face her.

“Nothing. Did you wish to speak with me?”

Uther walked over to her and brushed a stray hair aside on her forehead. Morgana was a bit startled by the display of affection. “I just wanted to make sure that you were alright. This business with the dragon...” Uther sighed. “I don’t know what we’ll do if Arthur doesn’t succeed in his mission.”

Morgana smiled up at the man she hated more than anyone in the world, and did what she did best - lie to him. “Arthur is strong, just like you. You have taught him well. Even if we can’t find this Balinor, I know you’ll figure out the right thing to do. You’ve kept the citizens of Camelot safe against the evils of sorcery, and you’ll continue to do so.”

Morgana inwardly cringed, but Uther lapped it up as she knew he would. “Thank you, Morgana. You always bring me great comfort.”

“You’ve been like a father to me, sire. I only hope that I can repay everything you’ve done for me.”

Uther took both Morgana’s hands in his and squeezed gently before turning and leaving.

Morgana groaned in disgust, wiping her hands against her dress. “You will get what you deserve, father.” She walked back to her mirror. “Mirror...mirror?” There was no response. “Great. Where the hell is Arthur?”

~*~

It was another day’s journey before Arthur and Merlin made it to Camelot. When they reached the castle wall, Arthur stopped Merlin. “When we get inside, please let me do all the talking. While I may find you slightly amusing, my father won’t stand for your cheek.”

“I really don’t care what Uther thinks.” Arthur began to protest. Merlin held up his hand. But I will try to keep my opinions about the king to myself. I’m too tired to fight. I just want to find my father and go home.”

“As soon as this business with the dragon is finished, right?”

Merlin nodded. “Yes. And you remember your part of the deal?”

Arthur gritted his teeth. “Yes. I will talk to my father about lifting the magic ban.”

“Thank you.”

“If you keep thanking me, I may just think you’re a nice person.” Merlin grinned.

“We wouldn’t want that.” Arthur grinned back, before starting off towards the castle.

~*~

The first person Merlin and Arthur encountered when they entered the castle was one of Arthur’s knights. He had curly blonde hair and he strode toward Arthur with a stoic look on his face. “Sire, it’s good to have you back.” He looked over at Merlin quizzically. “Is this Balinor?”

“No.” Arthur sighed. “Does that mean Balinor isn’t here?”

The man shook his head, furrowing his brow. “No. I’m confused, sire. I thought you went to find the last dragon lord.”

Arthur nodded. “I did, Leon. But we were led to believe that he had heard about the dragon and made his way here. Unfortunately, that isn’t the case.” He looked over at Merlin, who was worrying his lip. “This is Merlin. He’s Balinor’s son.”

Leon offered his hand to Merlin. Merlin shook his hand.

“Merlin, this is Leon, or as the other knights call him “the Huntsman.” Arthur explained.

“The Huntsman?” Merlin asked.

Arthur answered for him. “He’s the best tracker around and one of my best knights.”

Leon looked down, fidgeting slightly in embarrassment. “It’s good to meet you, Merlin. Is there any way you can help us?”

Merlin shook his head slowly. “I’m sorry. I can’t. I don’t have the same powers my father does.”

Leon deflated at Merlin’s explanation.

Arthur gripped Leon’s shoulder. “Please, tell my father that we’re back in Camelot. If we can’t find the last dragon lord, then we’ll have to do something ourselves.”

Leon nodded solemnly and left to do as Arthur asked.

Merlin turned to Arthur. “What do you mean, you’ll have to do something yourselves?”

Arthur started to walk in the direction of the throne room. Merlin followed him. “Exactly what I said. I’m not sure there’s any way to use smaller words.”

Merlin stopped in front of him. “You can’t face that thing alone.”

Arthur side-stepped Merlin. “I won’t be alone. I’ll have my knights with me.”

“They’re all mortal. You are mortal. Only a dragon lord can face the dragon and live.”

Arthur whirled around, wincing as pain in his shoulder flared. “I don’t see a dragon lord here, do you?” Merlin looked away. “I’m sorry, Merlin. I know you’re worried about your father and I want to help you. But I can’t go off looking for him again. That creature will strike again. I cannot let it kill any more of my people.”

“Even if you die instead?”

“If I have to die, then so be it. My concern is not for me, but for Camelot. It’s my duty to protect the citizens of Camelot. If I can do something to help, I will.”

Merlin looked at Arthur as if he was seeing him for the first time. This wasn’t the prat he first met. That man was still there, obviously, but there was more than that. This was a man that could be a great king. This was a man Merlin could be proud to call friend. He still thought Arthur was an idiot to try and face the dragon. “You can’t do anything, Arthur.”

“I can try.”

~*~

When Arthur walked into the throne room, Uther was already there as well as most of his knights. He looked around again. “Where’s Gaius?”

Uther waved off Arthur’s question. “That’s not important. Leon has informed me you’ve failed to find the dragon lord.”

Merlin clenched his fists tightly. He wanted to yell at Uther and remind him that if he hadn’t slaughtered every other dragon lord and trapped the dragon, this never would have happened. But he promised Arthur he’d hold his tongue and that’s what he’d do.

Arthur looked down and sighed. “Yes. We couldn’t find him.”

“I’m not surprised. Of course when the worthless vagabond could actually prove some use, he’s nowhere to be found.”

Merlin made a move to speak, but Arthur cut him off with a glare. He used his eyes to plead with Merlin to not say anything.

It was then that Uther finally noticed Merlin. He looked over Arthur’s shoulder and turned his steely gaze back to Arthur. “Who is this boy?”

Arthur swallowed nervously as he quickly looked over at Merlin. “That’s Merlin. He’s Balinor’s son.”

Uther refused to look at Merlin but his distaste was clear. “Arthur, you went to find the dragon lord, not the next best thing. What is he doing here?”

“He was worried about his father and I told Merlin that I would help him find Balinor. Merlin in turn was going to try and reason with his father to get him to help us.” Arthur explained.

“And why would he do that? I know his kind would not lift a finger to help us, unless there was something to be gained. There is always a price to pay when dealing with evil.”

Merlin chuckled and shook his head. “I couldn’t agree more.” Merlin stared straight at Uther.

For the first time, Uther looked directly at Merlin. His gaze could have cut glass.

Uther stepped menacingly towards Merlin. Merlin stood his ground. Arthur decided to intervene before things got even uglier. He quickly pulled Merlin aside.

“I told you to let me handle it.” Arthur hissed.

Merlin crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I’m sorry, Arthur. But there is no way I’m going to just stand there and let him insult me. He may be your father and your king, but he’s not mine. I don’t owe him anything.”

Arthur closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath. “Merlin, just stay quiet. Please.” Merlin looked taken aback at the word ‘please.’ “I’m sorry he talked to you that way. But if you want any hope of me getting my father to change his mind about magic, then you can’t get on his bad side.”

Merlin laughed mirthlessly. “Arthur, I’m already on his bad side, just because of who my father is.” He shook his head, looking up at Arthur with sad eyes. “I don’t know what I was thinking. There’s no way of reasoning with a man like that. You can’t change his mind. No one can.”

“You don’t know that.” Arthur insisted. “Just let me try, please?”

Merlin gave Arthur a small smile. “That’s twice you’ve said please. Where did all these manners come from?”

Arthur laughed.

“If you two are quite finished?” Uther barked.

Arthur spun around quickly to face his father. The motion caused pain in his shoulder. He winced at clutched at it briefly.

Uther’s eyes narrowed. “What happened to your arm?”

“It’s nothing. I was injured in a fight with one of Cenred’s men.” He turned his head to look at Merlin. “Merlin saved my life. Twice. He killed the man that wounded me and he healed my wound.”

“With magic no doubt.” Uther gritted out.

“No. Merlin doesn’t have any powers. He saved my life and I think we owe him something.”

Uther’s expression remained unchanged as he stood contemplating Arthur’s words. He nodded almost imperceptibly. “You’re right.”

Arthur opened his mouth in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes.” Uther walked to stand directly next to his son. “We give him some kind of monetary award and then he can be on his way. He doesn’t belong here.”

Merlin stared icily at Uther. Of course it came down to money with Uther.

“Father, that’s not what I meant.” Arthur started.

Arthur didn’t have a chance to finish before Leon came bursting into the room. “The dragon is attacking again! The whole lower town is engulfed in flames!”

Arthur sprang into action immediately. He turned to Uther. “We may not have the dragon lord, but all is not lost. We have to fight the monster ourselves.” He turned to his father. “Let us ride out and fight on our own terms, on open ground, on horseback, where we can maneuver better.”

Uther glared at Arthur, looking at him as if he was insane. “There is no point.”

Arthur stepped back and threw up his hands. “So, what? We stand here and watch Camelot fall? You taught me, Father, to fight until there’s no breath left in my body. We don’t give up. We can’t.”

Uther looked at Arthur, a mix of pride, fear, and exhaustion on his face. He nodded wearily. “You have my blessing.”

Arthur turned towards his knights again. He assessed his men. “I need a dozen knights. Those who do not wish to fight can do so without stain on their character. But those brave enough to fight should know the chances of returning are slim.”

There was a long pause. Then Leon slowly made his way to stand in front of Arthur. He said nothing, but stood a little straighter and gave a small nod. Arthur nodded in return. Soon enough twelve knights encircled Arthur. He gave them a grateful smile.

Merlin watched all of this in stunned silence. He definitely could see why Arthur thought so highly of his own skills. He was truly a born leader. It was truly a sight to see all of these men, and the trust they had in Arthur. Merlin knew right then, that if he had been asked he would have done the same thing. He knew he could trust Arthur with his life.

Soon, fear replaced pride. It coiled deep in Merlin’s belly. He feared for Arthur’s life. No matter how brave Arthur was, he couldn’t face that dragon and come out of it alive. And Merlin began to fear that there was no way out. He didn’t want to say it or even think it, but he was starting to believe that his father may not be coming back.

He looked up in time to see Arthur walking up to him. “Are you alright, Merlin?” The concern was clear in his eyes and it warmed Merlin’s heart.

Merlin nodded shakily. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“I have to suit up.” He looked over at his father, who was staring out the window. “I think it would be best if you came with me.”

Merlin just nodded and followed Arthur, sparing a brief glance at Uther.

~*~

When they arrived at Arthur’s chambers, Merlin spotted a dark-haired woman in a green dress standing by Arthur’s door. Her back was turned to them. Arthur looked in her direction, smiling briefly. “Morgana?”

She turned around and smiled brightly at Arthur. She was gorgeous. Merlin hadn’t seen many women during his life in the cave, but he was sure that he would meet no one more beautiful. Her raven-hair was immaculate, her skin was like ivory, and her eyes were stunning. The shade of green matched the dress she was wearing. Despite all of that perfection, when Morgana turned her gaze to Merlin, he felt his stomach clench. She was smiling warmly at him, but there was something in her stare that unnerved Merlin.

Morgana held out her hand to Merlin. “I’m Morgana, Arthur’s sister. And you are?”

Merlin shook her hand quickly. “Merlin.”

Morgana smiled, looking at Arthur, her eyebrow raised in question.

“You’ll have to forgive Merlin, Morgana. He wasn’t quite raised in a barn, but it’s close.” Arthur explained, giving Merlin a mocking smile.

Merlin just glared briefly at Arthur.

“Merlin is Balinor’s son.” Arthur explained.

Morgana’s eyes widened to an almost comical degree. Merlin thought she looked like she might be ill. “Are you alright?”

Morgana blinked rapidly. “I’m fine. You’re the dragon lord’s son?”

Merlin nodded. His shoulders tensed. “I take it you have the same views about magic as your father.”

Morgana shook her head vigorously. “He’s not my father and no, I don’t share his views about magic.”

Merlin looked between Arthur and Morgana in confusion. “Oh, I thought…you said that you were Arthur’s sister?”

“She is.” Arthur walked past Merlin and entered his room. He held the door open for Morgana and Merlin. After they walked in, he closed the door. “Morgana is my father’s ward. He took her in when she was a child. We grew up together, and she’s my sister in every way that counts.”

Merlin smiled at Arthur. “That’s very sweet.”

Morgana snorted. “There are many ways to describe, Arthur, but I don’t think sweet is one of them.” She eyed Merlin, watching the way he was looking at Arthur.

“Hey, I can be very nice.” Arthur exclaimed. “Tell her how I saved your life, Merlin.”

Merlin smiled tightly at Morgana. The way she was staring at him was unsettling. “He saved my life. And I saved his twice.”

“Don’t make it sound like a competition.”

“I’m just pointing out the facts. You saved my life once, and I saved yours…more than once.” Merlin grinned at Arthur.

Arthur caught Morgana giving him an odd look. There was a knock on the door. “Enter.” Arthur said.

A young boy came stumbling in, carrying in an armful of armour. He set it, none too gently on Arthur’s table. He turned to Arthur and bowed clumsily. “Sire.”

“Looks like it’s time for you to get ready.” Morgana stated. She walked over to Arthur and hugged him. “Please be careful, Arthur. I’d hate to lose you.”

Arthur pulled back and looked at Morgana. “It’s nice to know you care. I’ll take care of myself. I promise.”

Morgana nodded. She turned to walk away, she stopped beside Merlin. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”

Merlin nodded briefly. “You, too.”

Morgana stared at him for a moment longer before leaving.

~*~

Morgana entered her room and shut the door quickly. Her eyes were wild and she looked frantically about her. She stalked to her bed and grabbed a pillow, screaming into it. Balinor’s son. How could this be? Alvarr said that Balinor was alone. But now Balinor has a son.

Morgana was also curious about Merlin and Arthur’s interaction. She’d never seen Arthur act like that with anyone. He barely let her get away with talking to him the way Merlin was. And he certainly didn’t seem to enjoy nearly as much when she did.
If this was the protector the mirror had been referring to this could ruin everything.

She ran over to her mirror and gripped the edges tightly. “Mirror, tell me how to stop Merlin.”

“Standing in the way of true love is not an easy task…”

“True love?” Morgana whispered.

The mirror continued. “The only way to stop pure love is with pure hate. Your father may hold the key to getting everything you want.”

Morgana stepped back and ran a hand through her hair. How could Uther help her? After a moment, Morgana smirked in triumph. “This is going to be so much fun.”

~*~

Merlin watched Arthur’s manservant -talk about a thankless job- put on the last piece of Arthur’s armour. Arthur stood straight, his head held high. He had a warrior’s grace and strength. But beneath his hooded eyes, Merlin could see cracks in Arthur’s brave façade.

The boy finished and bowed to Arthur. “Good luck, milord.”

Arthur nodded. “Thank you, Morris.”

Morris’ head jerked up in surprise. He smiled quickly at Arthur before leaving as fast as he came.

Merlin stood up and eyed Arthur up and down. He smirked at him. “Why am I not surprised that you can’t dress yourself?”

Arthur’s laugh was booming. He threw his head back. Arthur’s laugh was definitely Merlin’s favourite thing about him. Merlin wondered when he had started to catalog what he did and didn’t like about Arthur. He shook the thought away. He was surprised to see Arthur was staring at him just as thoughtfully.

Merlin turned and picked up Arthur’s sword on the table. He looked at his reflection in it and at the sunlight bouncing off it. He looked up at Arthur. ““Remember what I told you. A dragon’s heart is on its right side, and not it’s left.” Arthur nodded. “You must be careful today. Don’t force the battle.”

Arthur chuckled. “You’re giving me advice now? No offense, Merlin, but you don’t know anything about going into battle.”

“Be that as it may…” Merlin’s gaze focused on Arthur, looking into his eyes. Let matters take their course.”

Arthur held his gaze for a moment before looking down and chuckling. “Merlin, if I die…”

“What?” Merlin was still peering at him intently.

Arthur put his hand on Merlin’s shoulder. “This is something that I tell all my young knights. No man is worth your tears.”

Merlin nodded shakily. He looked away, before turning back to Arthur and forcing a laugh. “You’re certainly not.” He handed Arthur his sword and walked back to the table. Merlin picked up another sword on the table.

Arthur’s brow crinkled. “What are you doing?”

Merlin turned to him, standing as straight as Arthur, trying to be brave. “I’m coming with you.”

Arthur opened his mouth a couple of times, not knowing what to say at first. “Merlin, chances are I’m going to die out there.”

Merlin smiled. “Yeah, you would if I weren’t there.”

“Now you’re just being cocky.”

“And who would I have learned that from?” Merlin teased.

Arthur laughed. “It’s good to see you have a sense of humour.”

Arthur clanged his sword against Merlin’s. He went to walk out, but he stopped when he noticed Merlin following him. “You really think you’re going to face this dragon with me?”

“I know I am.” Merlin’s voice left no room for argument, not that that would ever stop Arthur from trying.

“Merlin, you could barely fight a couple of days ago. What makes you think you can take on a dragon and survive?”

Merlin shrugged. “I don’t know if I will survive. But I know that I’m the dragon lord’s son and if there’s a chance, however small, that my being there could make a difference then I’m going to take it. I’m not just going to sit here and watch.” He walked up closer to Arthur. “I know it’s hard for you to understand how I feel but…you’re my friend and I want to be there by your side.”

Arthur swallowed several times. “Thank you,” he said his voice hoarse. He gestured to the door with his sword. “Shall we?”

Merlin nodded. He smiled at Arthur, though the smile faltered quickly, some of Merlin’s fear seeping out. Arthur gripped his shoulder tightly, before walking out. Merlin followed closely behind.

~*~

Arthur, Merlin, and the knights rode out just before sunset. They made it to an open field and waited on horseback for Kilgarrah to arrive. They all eyed the sky warily. These were a group of strong, proud men, but they were not all able to hide their fear. Merlin watched many of the knights knees shake, and some were gripping their horses’ reins so tight, Merlin thought the material might turn to dust.

Then the distinct sound of wings flapping reached their ears. The great dragon was soon flying straight above them. Merlin could feel his whole body begin to quake. Whatever was keeping him together before was gone now. The knights huddled closer together. Some of the horses were trying to get away.

“Hold firm,” Arthur declared. He put on his helmet. Merlin had to make a valiant effort to keep his horse in place as Kilgarrah began to swoop down towards them. “Hold.”

Kilgarrah snarled and Merlin couldn’t remember being more frightened. He looked behind him, hoping against hope that his father might be standing there. But there was no one.

“Hold!”

The horses whinnied.

Merlin looked to Arthur. He found that he was more scared for Arthur than himself.

“Hold!” The dragon was now almost directly on top of them. “Now!” Arthur screamed.

The knights and Merlin scattered and Kilgarrah landed in the spot where they had once stood.

Some of the knights barely had a chance to pick up their spears as the dragon whipped them to the ground with his tail. Merlin tried to back away but was too late and landed roughly on his back. He saw Arthur fall to the ground. Arthur got up unsteadily and watched as Kilgarrah breathed fire in the direction of the other knights.

Merlin put his hands on his head. He knew that Kilgarrah had a reason for his anger, but seeing the dragon’s cruelty up close was too much. His father spoke of Kilgarrah in reverent tones. No matter how his father felt about Camelot, he knew that this display of Kilgarrah’s was not what his father would want. There had to be some way to reach the dragon. His father couldn’t have been all wrong about him.

“Stop!” Merlin shouted.

The dragon paid him no heed.

Arthur was breathing heavily. It was down to him and Merlin. Merlin looked at Arthur and could see shock and fear. Arthur looked down frantically and picked up a spear.

The dragon slowly walked toward Arthur. He stood above Arthur and waited.

Arthur panted. His jaw clenched. There was fury in Arthur’s eyes as he gripped the spear tightly. The dragon opened his mouth, letting out a roar. Arthur pushed Merlin to the ground just before the dragon let loose a huge gust of fire from his mouth. Arthur rolled out of the way. He jumped up and quickly plunged his spear into the dragon’s side. The dragon recoiled, letting out a horrible screech. As he came down, he used his claw to swipe at Arthur. Arthur went flying and landed on the ground.

Merlin lifted his head up. He spotted Arthur’s unconscious body. A terror unlike any he’d ever known gripped him. He couldn’t breathe. If Arthur was dead, he didn’t know what he would do.

But then he heard his father’s voice in his head. You’re the last dragon lord now.

Merlin got up slowly. You alone carry the ancient gift.

A tear rolled down his cheek. He wanted to curl up and weep openly, but now was not the time for that. He had to do this for his father. He walked towards Kilgarrah.

Deep within yourself you must find the voice that you and Kilgarrah share, for your soul and his are brothers.

Merlin looked up at Kilgarrah instantly knowing that what his father said was true. He could feel his bond with Kilgarrah deep within him. When you speak to him as kin, he must obey your will.

Merlin stared at the dragon. I know you will make me proud, son.

Merlin closed his eyes briefly, and then opened his mouth wide and found his true voice. He roared up at the dragon. “Dragon!” He spoke to the dragon in an ancient language. It was the strangest feeling. This was a language he’d never heard in his life, but he knew and felt every word. It was coming from his soul and Merlin that he would never be the same again.
The dragon instantly recoiled. There was immediate recognition in his eyes. Merlin continued to command the dragon in their shared language. As his voice became softer, the dragon’s head began to sway. Merlin soothed the dragon with his words, whispering to him gently. The dragon bowed his head to Merlin, touching the ground.

Merlin looked down and slowly picked up a spear.

Arthur began to regain consciousness. He groggily picked up his head, wondering if he was imagining the scene before him.

“I am the last of my kind, Merlin.” The dragon said. “Whatever wrongs I have done, do not make me responsible for the death of my noble breed.”

Merlin jabbed the spear in Kilgarrah’s direction. Kilgarrah roared as he flinched away.

Merlin looked into the dragon’s eyes. He was his kin, possibly the only family he had left. Merlin knew the crimes that Kilgarrah committed were great, but he couldn’t find it within himself to kill him.

“Go! Leave!” Merlin cried, a single tear escaping. “If you ever attack Camelot again, I will kill you!”

Kilgarrah bowed to him again.

Merlin dropped the spear. “I have shown you mercy. Now you must do the same to others.”

Arthur watched this all with wide-eyed fascination. He knew he should get up and intervene, but he didn’t have the strength yet. And there was also a part of him that was endlessly fascinated by the Merlin he saw before him.

“Young warlock, what you have shown is what you will be.”

Merlin shook his head. “I don’t understand what you mean. I’m not a warlock.”

“You do not yet know the extent of your true powers, but you will know soon. When you are reborn, so will your true powers be.”

Merlin blinked up at him. “What are you…what…you’re not making any sense.”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you any more than I already have. No man should know too much about their destiny, for fear of changing that which is meant to be. Know that there is a reason for everything that happens.”

Merlin was still shaking his head in confusion.

“Young warlock, I will not forget your clemency. I’m sure our paths will cross again.” With that, Kilgarrah flapped his wings and took flight.

“Wait! You can’t leave me like that. I don’t understand what you’re saying!” But the dragon was long gone, barely a blip on the skyline.

Merlin closed his eyes and heaved a heavy sigh. He heard a cough and whipped his head in the direction where he knew Arthur lay. He lumbered toward Arthur and just collapsed.

Arthur crawled toward Merlin. “Merlin, are you ok?”

A tearful Merlin looked up at him. He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Arthur examined him closely. “You did it. You defeated the dragon. You saved Camelot.”

Merlin nodded slowly.

“Thank you, Merlin.”

“My father’s dead.” Merlin said so softly Arthur wasn’t sure he’d heard him right.

“What?”

Merlin looked into Arthur’s eyes. “My father’s dead.” Tears began to spill from Merlin’s eyes. He covered his mouth with his hands, trying to stifle a sob.

Arthur looked around slowly. “I don’t understand. How do you know that? Did the dragon tell you that?”

“No. I heard my father talking to me. He said that I was the last dragon lord now and told me how to talk the dragon down.”

Arthur tentatively gripped Merlin’s hands. “Merlin, it was just a voice in your head. You don’t know that it’s real.”

Merlin shook his head. “I know it is. My father told me that one only inherits the gift of the dragon lord when the previous dragon lord dies. He’s dead. He reached out to me one last time to tell me what to do. But he’s gone now. I can feel it.” Merlin let out a broken sob.

Arthur’s heart ached for Merlin. He wasn’t sure what to believe about Balinor. Although if Merlin said his father spoke to him, then that was real. But he didn’t believe it meant Balinor was dead. Arthur looked at Merlin’s sobbing face and shaking body and wrapped his arms around Merlin. Merlin immediately collapsed against him.

Arthur stroked Merlin’s hair. “It’s going to be ok, Merlin. I promise you that I will help you find out what happened to your father. I swear it.”

Merlin didn’t say anything. He just gripped Arthur even harder.

~*~

There was much celebration when Arthur and Merlin made it back to the castle. Uther was so relieved about the turn of events that he didn’t balk when Arthur insisted that they find a spare room for Merlin to sleep in.

Arthur could barely sleep. He was worn out from the battle with the dragon and he couldn’t stop worrying about Merlin. He kept thinking about Merlin’s father and trying to figure out how to find out what happened.

Arthur was up before dawn and made his way to Merlin’s room without bothering to get dressed. He knocked. There was no answer. When he knocked again and there was still no response, he decided to chance walking in. He wasn’t surprised to see Merlin wide awake.

“May I come in?”

“You already are. But, yes.” Merlin said, clearing his throat. It was wrecked from speaking in dragon tongue and crying over his father.

Arthur walked a little closer. “Did you sleep at all?”

Merlin shook his head.

Arthur tentatively sat down on the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Extremely tired.” Merlin sat up. “How are you doing? You took a hit from the dragon.”

“I’m in tip top shape.” Arthur smiled wanly. “I was a little groggy last night when I came to. I saw you talking to the dragon.”

Merlin looked down and nodded.

“I couldn’t really hear everything, but I know you let him go.”

Merlin nodded once again, remaining silent.

“Why’d you do it?”

Merlin looked up at him, his eyes widening slightly. “You’re not going to yell?”

Arthur shook his head. “Even if you let him go, you still saved Camelot. I just want to understand why you did it. The way you were looking at the dragon, it was like he was...”

“Family,” Merlin finished for him, nodding slowly. “I am the last dragon lord now. The dragon is my kin. I couldn’t kill him.”

Arthur nodded. He didn’t understand how the dragon lord business worked, but he understood Merlin’s reasoning. He looked up at Merlin. “Do you still think your father’s dead?”

“I know he is.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” Arthur argued. “I promised you yesterday that I would help you find him and I meant it.”

“That’s really nice, Arthur.” Merlin slipped out of bed. “If you’re ever down by the caves, you can tell me what you found.”

Arthur got off the bed and walked toward Merlin. “What do you mean? You can’t go back there.”

“Of course I can. It’s my home.” Merlin tried to brush past Arthur but Arthur wouldn’t let him pass. Merlin sighed. “You have to let me leave, Arthur.”

“I don’t want you to go.” Arthur practically whispered.

Merlin fleetingly glanced up at Arthur through his lashes. “I...don’t have a reason to stay.”

“Yes, you do.” Arthur paused and bit his lip. “I don’t mean to be indelicate, but without Balinor there is nothing for you at the caves. You’d be all alone and having to fend for yourself.”

Merlin bristled slightly. “I’m not a child. I can manage. I don’t need your pity.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Don’t be an idiot, Merlin. I don’t pity you. You’re brave and you’re smart and I think that you deserve a chance at a real life. You can find work here and have a home. And you wouldn’t have to be alone. You could have friends here. You already have one.”

Merlin looked down awkwardly, shuffling his feet.

Arthur pointed at himself. “I was talking about me, just in case you hadn’t figured that out.”

Merlin chuckled and rolled his eyes fondly. “Thank you for the tip. What would I do without you?”

Arthur cleared his throat and took a step back. “Right, first things first you have to find a place to stay. You could stay here in the castle until you get settled.”

Merlin gaped at him. “First of all, I have not agreed to stay in Camelot. And secondly, are you completely insane? Perhaps you’re not aware of this, but you’re not the king. And the king we have right now isn’t too fond of my kind.”

Arthur shrugged. “I’ll talk to my father and he will listen to me. You’ll only be here for a short time.”

“He won’t want me in Camelot at all; especially since he knows I let the dragon go.” Merlin said.

Arthur turned and walked over to the window. “Father, doesn’t know that the dragon is still alive. He doesn’t even know that you’re the last dragon lord.”

Merlin opened his mouth for a long time, no sound coming out. He rubbed at his eyes. “Excuse me?”

Arthur swiveled his head around and spoke quickly. “I let my father think that I killed the dragon.”

Merlin’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. He strode over to Arthur. “Why? Why would you do that?”

“I didn’t want him to do to you what he did to the other dragon lords.” Arthur explained.

Merlin took Arthur’s arm and forced the other man to face him. “You were trying to protect me?”

“Yes.” He whispered. Merlin’s blue eyes were shining with unshed tears. He’d never looked more vulnerable and Arthur felt a deep need to protect, though from what he didn’t know. He tentatively placed his hand over Merlin’s.

There was a loud knock on the door. Arthur and Merlin sprang apart.

“Come in!” Merlin called out, a slight tremor to his voice.

Arthur’s manservant, Morris walked in. “The king wishes to speak with you.” He looked over at Arthur, surprised to see him there. “He wishes a word with you as well, sire.”

“All right. Thank you.” Arthur replied.

Morris nodded quickly and left.

“I better get dressed.” Arthur said briskly walking towards the door. He turned with his hand on the door handle. “Will you stay in Camelot?”

Merlin paused for a moment, before nodding. “Yes.”

The corners of Arthur’s mouth upturned slightly before he left.

~*~

“Are you out of your mind?” the king roared.

Merlin rolled his eyes heavenward. Arthur had found his father in the throne room and had approached him. Merlin wanted to wait outside, but Arthur insisted he stay.

Uther took Arthur’s request about as well as Merlin had expected.

Arthur took a deep breath. “Father, it would only be temporary.”

“While he stays in Camelot? Which is also out of the question.” Uther stood and paced behind his throne.

“Father, I owe him my life. Camelot owes him,” Arthur pleaded.

“How does Camelot owe him?” Uther looked over shortly at Merlin, his eyes narrowing. “He didn’t do anything.”

Arthur nodded quickly, trying to cover up his slip. “He rode out with the knights and me even when he didn’t have to. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have known how to defeat the dragon.”

“And I have offered to reward him handsomely,” Uther said as if he was being completely magnanimous.

“He doesn’t need money. Well, he doesn’t need just money. I promised him that I would help him find out what happened to his father. He has no one else, Father.”

Uther walked slowly over to his son and scrutinised him. “Why is this so important to you?”

Arthur held his head high and didn’t blink in the face of his father’s unwavering stare. “I repay my debts, Father. Isn’t that something that you taught me?”

Uther stared at Arthur for another moment, then closed his eyes and sighed. “Alright. He may stay here for a short time. But that is all. He will not become a permanent fixture here. Is that clear?”

Arthur nodded. Uther left, not sparing Merlin a second glance.

Arthur turned to Merlin, smiling triumphantly. “I told you I could talk him into it.”

Merlin crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking less than impressed. “Of course you did. All you had to do was lie.”

Arthur shrugged lazily. “It’s not the first lie I’ve had to tell my father and it won’t be the last. Now we have more important things to worry about.”

Merlin raised an eyebrow. “We do?”

“Yes.” Arthur walked closer to Merlin. “We have to find you someplace to stay. You should probably find a job, so you can take care of yourself.”

“Perhaps I can be your bodyguard. I have saved your life three times now.” Merlin gloated.

“I think your talents would probably lie elsewhere. You could be my new manservant,” Arthur suggested.

Merlin laughed loudly. “That’ll be the day.”

Arthur sighed. “Fine. How about...you could apprentice with the court physician, Gaius. Your poultice worked perfectly on my shoulder. I’ll introduce you to him.”

“That won’t be possible.”

Merlin and Arthur spun around to find Morgana standing just inside the door. Arthur walked over to her. “Why can’t I introduce Merlin to Gaius?”

“Because Gaius is no longer the court physician.” Morgana explained.

Arthur recoiled in shock. “That’s not possible. Gaius has been here since before I was born.”

“I can’t tell you what happened. You’d have to ask your father.”

Arthur looked over at Merlin. Merlin was surprised and worried when he saw he distressed look on Arthur’s face. “Go and talk to your father. I’ll be fine.”

Morgana smiled at Arthur. “I’ll look after him. You don’t have to worry.”

Arthur squeezed Morgana’s hand. “Thank you.” He turned to Merlin. “I’ll be back soon.” He left the room briskly.

Morgana turned to Merlin, a big smile plastered to her face. “I’ll show you to your room, Merlin.”

Merlin started to tell her that it wasn’t necessary, but just nodded instead.

~*~

When they arrived at Merlin’s room, there was young girl with curly black hair and smooth, light brown skin waiting by the door. She smiled warmly at Merlin. Morgana introduced them. “This is my maid, Gwen.”

“It’s short for Guinevere.” Gwen smiled.

Merlin smiled back, extending his hand. Gwen shook it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gwen.”

“Gwen is an excellent seamstress. I thought she might be able to help you with some new clothes.”

“Thank you.” Merlin said looking at both Morgana and Gwen.

Gwen walked into Merlin’s room and Merlin went to follow, but Morgana grabbed his forearm.

“Merlin, I hope you know that if there is ever anything you need that you can come to me, if you ever need anything.” Morgana said. She let go of his arm. “You’re clearly very special to Arthur.”

“I don’t know about that.” Merlin looked down nervously. He opened and closed his fists, not knowing what to do with his arms. He finally crossed them tightly over his chest.

Morgana smiled sweetly. “I think you are. My brother cares for you. And if he does, then I will too.”

“Ok. Thank you.”

Morgana smiled at him once more before turning to leave.

Merlin quickly walked into his room. Gwen smiled and him and unfurled a tape measure. “Would you like to get started?”

Merlin looked at her and furrowed his brow. “Started?”

Gwen showed him the tape measure.

Merlin nodded. “Oh! Alright.” He went to stand in front of the bed.

Gwen started with his leg. She looked up at him. “You seem nervous. Have you never had someone do this before?”

Merlin shook his head. “No. I grew up in a cave with my dad. So all of this is rather new to me.”

Gwen nodded. “I grew up in Camelot and I still get awkward, so you’re not alone.”

Merlin grinned. “Thank you. Truth be told, Morgana makes me kind of nervous.”

Gwen laughed. She switched over to measuring Merlin’s left leg. “Men get like that around her. She’s very beautiful.”

“It’s more than that,” Merlin muttered.

Gwen stood up and moved to Merlin’s back. “Can you raise your arms?”

Merlin complied. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize.” Gwen laughed. “Morgana is not like a lot of other people of nobility. She’s been very sweet to me.”

Merlin nodded. As Gwen lifted her arms to put the tape around Merlin’s neck, her dress sleeves fell down a little. Merlin raised his eyebrows when he saw angry red marks around her wrist. “What happened?”

Gwen noticed where Merlin’s gaze fell and pulled her arms away. “It’s nothing.” She averted her gaze from Merlin. “Um, I think I’m all done here. I’ll get you some clothes right away.” She smiled tightly and left without another word.

Part 5