Kilgarrah turned his head slowly, craning his neck to hear the faint voice inside his head getting louder and louder. He knew it couldn't be Merlin- his master's call was like a leash around his neck; every word Merlin spoke pulled the mighty dragon closer and closer to him, yet now the dragon lay sleeping. No, it wasn't Merlin. The voice was so...soft. So who could it be...?
The old dragon was lonely. Ever since he had become the last of his kind, he spoke to no one. No voices in his head, the piercing silence causing him to explode into Merlin's mind when he first sensed the presence of a powerful being once more in the kingdom that had for so long been rid of sorcery after the ban put in place by the magic- fearing King, Uther. When Merlin first came to Camelot, it was like the long awaited reunion with a long-lost friend, though it took a while for the two to actually establish this relationship. Even when he had left Camelot, when Merlin had freed him before taking his Fathers role as the last Dragon Lord, the now familiar voice of the young Warlock frequented his mind, keeping him company when he felt alone.
But, whilst he was sleeping, he heard a new voice. It started off as a faint chant, a whisper that turned into a shout. He ignored it, imagining it to be his imagination playing a cruel trick on him. But on and on the chant continued, repeating the same thing over and over, until the voice screamed it: "Rwyf yma. Rwyf yma. Dewch i mi!" Kilgarrah awoke with a start- never before had he heard a voice so desperate.
But he couldn't hear Merlin. The boy was soft, the Dragon knew that, and sometimes foolish too, but compassion had always ruled his heart and it made Kilgarrah wonder why his voice wasn't in his head too, trying to find out who and where the voice was coming from. But the abscence of Merlins voice made him wonder if the voice was speaking not to anyone he could but to HIM...But HOW did it know how to talk to him; what sort of magical creature would isolate HIM for his help. The only beings ever able to locate him and talk to him were his Kin. Unless...
No. He wouldn't even think of it. The usually balanced and wise old mind was filled in confusion and doubt. His KIN. The only kin he had left now was Merlin. Uther had killed the rest. Or had he? Was it possible that he wasn't the only one left? Kilgarrah made the desicion. Speak to the voice. For all the Dragon knew, it could be the trick of a powerful sorceror. But he HAD to know. May the consequence be damned.
But before he had the chance to speak back to the voice, silence once more filled his head. The Dragon roared in frustration and anger, the fireball that followed swallowing up the trees he sat in cover of. He beat his wings once, twice, three times before lifting himself over the charred remains of the trees before flying towards Camelot. He took a deep breath, before his mind bellowed the name of the person he needed to see. "MERLIN!"