"Merlin." Kilgharrah moved forward.
Merlin turned his weary head to look the dragon. He raised his hand and touched Kilgharrah's snout.
"My friend." Merlin smiled. Kilgharrah saw the pain and exhaustion that gnawed Merlin's body and soul.
Merlin coughed and Kilgharrah saw blood in his lips.
"Merlin…"
Merlin looked away.
"It's almost morning Kilgharrah."
They looked at the mouth of a cave in the distance where they could see the beam of light.
"Can you feel it?" Merlin whispered. Kilgharrah growled. Yes. Yes, he felt it. How Merlin's magic slowly broke and weakened. It was almost gone. Kilgharrah also felt his own tiredness.
"Destiny is odd thing. I though, ah, I don't know what I really though. Maybe I though that I can be free someday. Living in Camelot without fear. And that the magic could be free. I though that yes, Arthur would be mad, that there would be some difficulties ahead of us. But that it should work out eventually. I though many things. So many things…" Merlin's voice drifted away. Kilgharrah's head sank beside of him.
"I never imagine this." Merlin whispered. "Maybe this was better."
"No Merlin, you don't believe so." Kilgharrah muttered.
"No, no I don't." Merlin closed his eyes.
Only Kilgharrah followed how the sun rose.
New day.
New destiny.
The Great Dragon breathed his last sigh.
English, not my language, so I KNOW THERE IS MISTAKES. So, do you still like it?
All my thanks to my friend TheSaga, who allowed me to do this kind of sequel to the story End of days. You should read that too.
