Authors note: I hated the end of series 5, I felt Arthur died before fulfilling all of this once and future king malarkey in which he was to bring magic back to Camelot, and I'm still not over it! I needed at least one more series of Merlin and Arthur in which the king knows all about Merlins secret before they killed off Arthur! So this story continues as if the Great Dragon carried Merlin and Arthur to the lake.. this chapter is just a short little starter to get warmed up.
This is my first fanfiction attempt, so please be kind and let me know what you think.
"No, ARTHUR!" Merlin sobbed as his friend became quiet, "don't you dare do this to me now!" he cried. Standing, he dragged Arthur towards the water edge " you.. you.. you cabbage head! Please don't, not now!" Hauling Arthur backwards into the water with all his strength, Merlin hesitated. Unsure of how to proceed he looked back at the Dragon in panic. In the sunset, against the darkening sky, his black scales gleamed with gold and his eyes were bright and sorrowful as they met the young Warlocks. Time slowed for a long moment as each considered their kin, watching, waiting.
With a long sigh that ruffled the leaves in the trees surrounding the lake, Kilgharrah lowered his great head into a long solemn bow. Lifting his wings to the sky, he opened his jaws and sent a cloud of silver fog billowing across the lake surface towards the two men. Engulfed by the swirling fog, Merlin could no longer glimpse the Dragon. Glancing around him, Merlin could see no further than a few feet in front of him, nor could he hear the wind whistling through the trees or the sounds of the forest wildlife. All was silent, except for his own racing heartbeat, the kings ragged breathing and the cold lapping of water around him.
He felt them, rather than saw them. Felt them dance across his skin like ice-flakes, at first a mild sting which then spread into a cold numbing burn starting from his toes up to his head. Becoming instantly light headed Merlin found himself being lifted by them, floating across the lake as his eyelids became heavy and he slowly lost his grip on Arthurs body. The stinging returned at Merlins ear, as a chorus of voices whispered to him before evolving into a chant that was both electrifying and overwhelming. As he drifted into unconsciousness, Merlin heard another voice echo over the spirits orchestral chanting.
"Goodbye, young warlock."