Hey guys.
Thank you for the reviews on my last story and for your patience for waiting for this one. I had hoped to get it out earlier but when I am so behind on writing, it was a little hard to get it out. Work is not helping at the moment.
Anyway, if you have not read The Dragon's Choice, I would stop reading this one now and go and read that one.
Please enjoy.
Chapter 1
Merlin smiled as he watched Morgana as she finally got the spell that she had been practising for hours. He knew that she was getting frustrated whenever she couldn't get a spell straight away. He told her that as the spells got more difficult, they would take longer to grasp.
He knew that a lot had changed since they left Camelot just over two months ago, and it was for the better really. Morgana didn't take to the fact that she had magic. Even though her views on magic were different, thinking people shouldn't be executed was different from realising that she could have been executed.
It took him a while to get her use to the idea. He now knew what the dragons meant. She wouldn't have been safe in Camelot if her magic had revealed itself. She would have been scared of herself and probably have done something stupid had she not had a mentor.
Merlin had reassured her that she was lucky. Her magic could have shown itself by itself while she was still in Camelot. At least in Drugonia, she had a chance to harness her new talent beforehand.
"Thought I would find you here," Lancelot said, bring him out of his thoughts.
"Thought I would just see how she is getting on."
"Every day?"
"You watched me through part of my training. Some days you can master ten spells, others you can't do even the simplest spell."
"Your father is looking for you."
"Is he?"
A short moment of silence fell between them.
"You don't have to worry. She is in the safest place. Uther would be mad to try and follow us North. Anyway, the dragons chose her for you. Not even Uther can stop your joining."
Merlin smiled. "I know. Just sometimes I don't believe I have her. That someone like her could be with someone like me."
They both turned to walk off. Lancelot turned to him.
"But you are a Prince. She is only a Lady."
"But there are times when I am around her and I feel like a peasant."
"The latest report is that there are scouts on the border, who have no sigil. We have to be careful. I know that there are many who believe that Uther wouldn't dare come this far North but we can't risk that. We need to do something about it now." One of the lords said.
"Uther knows the power that the North and Balinor possess. He would be insane to come North."
"Uther is insane. He thinks that magic is the cause of all evil. Maybe we should just show him the strength that Drugonia has."
"Send the dragons across the border."
"I think we should station a few of the dragons along the border. Surely that would be enough to scare him off."
"I think we need to look at this from their perspective," Merlin said, stopping the conversation in its tracks. "I was a foreign prince who hid himself so that I could become engaged to, and I don't like the term, their own playing piece that they had. Morgana could have been married off years ago to strengthen so alliance but she wasn't. Camelot also sees magic as evil, as said, and they would want Morgana to be safe. They care about her."
Balinor turned to his son. "And what do you suggest that we do?"
Merlin knew what he was doing. He was asking for his opinion to see the sort of decisions he would make when he was king. It was the only reason he was now seated with the council. He was sure that it was only because his wife had now been chosen for him. He was taking the all important steps to becoming king. Not that it would be anytime soon, he hoped.
"Maybe send some dragons to help patrol the border but I think we should give Uther an offer. We tell him to come to Drugonia to talk about what has happened and the way that we can move forward. We do it on our soil and therefore we would be at the better advantage. The wedding will still go ahead and it will be Uther's choice as to whether Morgana walks down the aisle or whether he fights it until the end of his days."
Arthur sighed heavily as he stuffed the tunic into the bag. He didn't want to go, no matter how quite the castle was.
He was packing, getting ready for his trip to Drugonia to 'save' Morgana. He had fought with his father many times that it wasn't right. His father's argument was that they were the ones to come to Camelot, break their own out of the dungeons before kidnapping Morgana. He would end his argument with if they did that, why shouldn't they do the same?
The problem Arthur had with his father's argument was the 'if they did that'.
Arthur was sure that he knew Morgana better than Uther would ever know her. Once Morgana got an idea in her head, then she wouldn't rest until she had done it. She had probably willingly gone North with Merlin and Balinor once she had found out that was what they were going to do. That just was Morgana.
That was what Arthur thought had happened anyway. He was sure that she hadn't been kidnapped. There would have been a sign of struggle, which his father had put down to magic.
It was all he went on about recently. It was magic this and magic that and magic is the greatest enemy we face. Arthur would have nodded along and believed every word that fell out of his mouth but now he wasn't so sure.
He was questioning everything that he had ever been told since he was a babe. Magic was evil. He had seen it be used for evil. It had been used for evil against him. But there was one question that kept presenting itself ever since the feast.
Why would Merlin save Morgana, using magic, if magic was evil?
