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Merlin is gonna continue searching for Arthur and is about to meet Kilgharrah.
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"Merlin!" The young warlock jumps as he was woken from his sleep by the great dragon.

"What do you want from me, young warlock?" Asks Kilgharrah in a bored voice. As he rubs sleep out of his eyes, Merlin explains his problem. Kilgharrah's face grows slowly more furious by each second.

"That witch!" Snarls the dragon, "Let me guess you need a ride."

"Yeah, to the Last Valley." Asks Merlin slightly taken aback by the creatures anger. A dragon is dangerous at the best of times but an angry dragon was a lot worse.

"I am not a horse Merlin! But I shall take you as far as the border of the valley. Due to an ancient spell I cannot enter the place." Says the dragon almost wistfully.

"What is the spell for?" Asks a puzzled Merlin.

"When dragons roamed the earth, there was a problem with territories. The spell marked out a territory that only those dragons who have been granted permission may enter." He says standing taller, "Now hurry we must not waste any more time."

Soon they were in the air. The first time Merlin had flown had been amazing, exhilarating. But this time he barely noticed the freezing winds whipping his skin and blowing his cloak out behind him. All he could think about was the danger Arthur was in and what Morgana was going to do to him.

Hardly anytime passed, or so Merlin noticed, before they landed on the ground next to a thin but fast flowing river. Fortunately the sky had been clear so Merlin wasn't wet from flying through cloud. They were on the edge of a great Forrest, it would take him hours to get through it all. He wished Kilgharrah was able to come with him but he knew he couldn't

"This borders the valley. You are on your own this time Merlin." Says Kilgharrah. Merlin nods with a determined look on his face.

"Merlin, the time may come this time, for you to reveal your magic to Arthur. I hope you understand that." The dragon says kindly.

"I know." Is all that is said. The dragon sighs knowing Merlin wasn't particularly happy with this thought.

"There is an abandoned castle to the south of here. I believe that is where Morgana is heading."

"Thank you, Kilgharrah, for everything." Says Merlin before jumping over the river. The dragon bows his head slightly before flapping his golden wings and heading into the sky.

Unlike the Darkling Woods the Forrest was more dense and quiet. Even though it was the middle of the day and the sun shined brightly above the tree tops, the woods were shadowed and cold. Merlin usually had no trouble moving when he was on his own but it seemed the roots of the trees were there just to try and trip him up. Every so often he would use magic to make sure he was heading in the right direction.

He knew Morgana and Arthur were about two hours ahead of him and were reaching the edge of the Forrest. Trying to speed up only ended in him falling over some oddly shaped root.

One particularly bad fall ended in him bruising his ankle and earned him ragged scrapes on his hand. Cleaning them wasted half of his water supply and he couldn't go back to the river which had been the only source of water her had passed.

Now walking with a limp, he managed to get out of the trees about two and half hours later.

Ahead of him was a grassy slope that, as Kilgharrah had predicted, lead to an old castle. It was large and many of it's walls were destroyed, it looked as though stone had been thrown from the rubble.

He knew Morgana and Arthur were in the building so he had to hurry up. Betting on Morgana's need to gloat he used a spell that would move him from were he was standing to the entry to the castle. He had never used it before but he did know you could only use it very rarely.

Now standing in front of the ruins he could hear Arthur's cries of pain. What was she doing to him? He thought. Though he tried not to think this, the cries did give him an idea of were he could find Morgana and her prisoner.

Wandering amongst the endless, gloomy corridors, the tortured screams finally stopped, the silence though was unbearable. He finally found the room which Arthur was being held. Knowing Arthur is still alive sends a rush of confidence through him.

Merlin moves silently though the shadows and throws up his hood.

"Stop!" He yells as Morgana raises a shining Excalibur into the air.

He watches as she turns to him her face the very image of fury. She looked worse than the last time he had seen her. Arthur was lying on the floor, not yet dead but he could see the blood seeping from large wounds on his face and arms. On the floor beside him was a knife he recognised to be made of stydgian iron. He now knew the pain he'd been put through.

"Reveal yourself." Morgana orders. Slowly he moves from behind his shadowy shield. Morgana narrows her eyes. He can tell she has no clue who he is.

"Walk away Morgana!" He says coldly. She smirks slightly.

"No, gwynt!" She yells. He doesn't stop the spell as the wind whips around him pulling down his hood. Her eyes widen in shock.

"Merlin!?"

Ahh finally Merlin is at the same place as Morgana.

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