A/N: Hello again! Yes it is I, and I have returned with a sequel! So... please enjoy! R&R If you wish!
Merlin stirred slowly to the sound of light clanging and cursing. He opened his eyes slowly and let the light soak into his vision. Directly ahead of him, stumbled Arthur, who, even with his knight training, fell to the floor. "Arthur." He groaned, "What are you doing?" The King shot up, his hair matted to his forehead and clothes in a disheveled fashion. "Merlin!" He yelped, in a manly fashion, "I-uh." He paused deliberating the best way to go about it. "I couldn't sleep not knowing you were alright." He murmured, suddenly finding the floor incredibly appealing. Merlin smiled one of his goofy grins and sighed, "You don't have to be so embarrassed Arthur, I won't tell anyone. After all," He paused as Arthur's gaze met his own. "You saved my life." Arthur's eyes widened like saucers and he moved carefully back towards Merlin. "I did nothing Merlin!" He began, voice dropping to a whisper, "If Gaius didn't know what to do." A tear slid slowly down his cheek, "I would have lost you."
Merlin sent a gentle smile his way and put Arthur's hand against his chest. "I'm still here and I don't plan on going anywhere for a very long time." He shrugged, "And besides, who would keep you in such tip-top form?" Arthur pulled a face, shrugged and then began laughing, a light friendly laugh. Soon after Merlin joined in, laughing with his King, his master and his friend.
Morgana Pendragon hovered over the small bracelet which hummed in the eerie moonlight. "Dewch ymlaen ac newid ei feddwl, trin i mewn anobaith heno!" Her eyes flashed the tell-tale gold and the bracelet came to life, the small intricate dragon crawling around on the table, mouth snapping open and closed. Morgana held out a small piece of wood which was doused in a sticky brown substance and she smiled as the dragon leapt up towards it, snaffling it into its design. "Gyda hynny pŵer sydd yn hynafol wyf curse chi daer, yr wyf yn cymryd Merlin pŵer ac rwy'n cymysgu rhai gyda ei waed. Trin ei feddwl i gwallgofrwydd a achosi poen iddo." Amber light surrounded the room as the wood melded into the dragon itself and a hideous scream pierced the air. Slowly, the dragon curled back into its original shape, leaving no visible change. A smirk crept upon to her face, tilting the side of her lips up gently. "If I cannot kill you with weapons," She murmured, stroking the now still dragon, "Then I will make you do it yourself!"
