AN: This idea just wandered into my head, so please R&R!
"What do I do, Kilgarrah?" Merlin cried. Tears tracks stained his pale face, and his baleful bdue eyes stared beseechingly up at the dragon. "Arthur- my best friend, the other side of my coin- he's dying! I need help, please!"
The Great Dragon regarded the Dragonlord carefully with old, brown eyes. Poor, miserable child, he thought, he'd be happy if just accepted he was in love with Arthur. Until then... Kilgarrah smirked inwardly. "I am sorry, young warlock, but there is no answer to your problem."
"What?" yelled Merlin, "no, there has to be!"
Love, thought Kilgarrah, young love.
"The only way to solve your problem is to answer this question..."
"Yes!?" Merlin looked delighted, his eyes brightened.
Kilgarrah smirked inwardly. He so fancies Arthur! Well, he wasn't going to help the Warlock until he realised that. "Answer this question, young Warlock," he boomed, Merlin leaning forward eagerly, "why is a raven like a writing desk?"
"KILGARRAH!" Merlin yelled. The dragon blinked innocently. "You know, I've had enough of you!"
"What do you mean?" the Dragon roared.
"I always come to you for help! And you- you always fail me with your useless, cryptic advice!"
"Useless!" boomed the Dragon, as the Warlock stormed angrily away, "cryptic! I give wonderful advice, I just choose not to give it to you!" but Merlin had stormed off, finding his own way to save Arthur.
Well, if the warlock doesn't believe me, thought Kilgarrah, I'll prove it to him. The dragon reached for a cutting from that mornig's 'Camelot Herald,' which read: AGONY AUNT WANTED. Taking his oversized quill carefully between his teeth, he filled out the application form, and flew to fulfill his own destiny as Camelot's new Agony Aunt.