Warmth. Light. Merlin began to come to. "Ah, finally." A familiar voice rang in his ears. Merlin opened his eyes, and immediately had to close them against the bright and painful light. A light touch of a cool cloth against the disagreeable lump on Merlin's head helped bring his senses into focus. Merlin slowly opened his eyes again and was greeted by the face of Arthur Penndragon.

"Arthur!?" Merlin exclaimed as he jumped up onto his knees and put both hands on Arthur's shoulders. Arthur smiled at Merlin. "How… how are you alive?"

"I'm not sure." Arthur said trailing off into his own thoughts. "But I'm glad you're awake. You have quite the nasty bump on your head." Arthur poked the bump on Merlin's head with a smile.

Merlin laughed and punched Arthur in the shoulder. Standing up Merlin looked around at his surroundings. They had crossed the Isle and were camped on the edge of the ruins. It was just about dusk and the sun was just dipping behind the vast forest on the other side. Merlin peered across the calm water and he could make out a large rock. Using his magic he gazed closer and saw that the rock was actually Kilgharrah. Merlin dropped his head. Arthur came next to Merlin trying to see what he saw. Looking at Merlin, Arthur sat down beside him. "Did that rock have something to do with how I am alive?"

"Yes," Merlin said wiping away a tear "that was a dragon."

"The same dragon that attacked Camelot some time ago?"

"Yes. He was a friend."

"Another secret you kept from me I suppose." Arthur got up and went to the fire he had made. "How did he bring me back to life?"

Merlin took another long glance at the stone that stood as the marker of his once great adviser. "I'm not sure, somehow he must have transferred his life to yours. He was fulfilling a promise."

"Then I shall remember his sacrifice and he shall be honored." Arthur said. "Once we get back to Camelot."

"That's a very long trek without horses. Unless you want to be the horse." Merlin said jokingly.

"Ha ha." Arthur said dryly. "We'll camp here for the night. See what supplies we can come up with tomorrow and make plans from there."

"Do we have food?" Merlin asked, hunger now prominent in his mind.

"Well for the couple hours you've been out I did manage to scrounge up something." Arthur said with a small smirk on his face. He then threw a rabbit at Merlin. "Guess who gets to cook it, with no pots or pans. The person with magic! Why Merlin, I think that means you."