Chapter 4

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"Merlin, how long has it been since Morgana took the throne?" I ask, while walking with him to meet Kilgharrah one more time that night. For answers.

"About three months since we defeated her, actually." He responds, his hand on my back, as if to comfort me.

We were walking fast now, since it was past curfew, rounding the castle walls heading to the forest.

"What has happened since then, Merlin?"

He ponders on that thought for a bit. "Well, Gwen was immediately sent to your father's castle- Arthur went a bit nuts and wanted to ensure her safety until he takes the throne in a few weeks. He started to 'train' to become ruler. Slowly taking Uther's paperwork away from him, and such... It was quite hilarious to see the look on his face when he achieved 'rights' to the whole pile." He chuckles at the thought of the memory.

"And what of you?" I ask, eager to know more about him.

He smiles. "Well the same old, same old, really- saving the Prat's ass from danger and learning as many spells as possible... It's been quite quiet up until now." He looks at me with an accusatory look in his eyes.

"Hey! I couldn't help it!" I defend myself, with a pout. "What was I like? Or, well, rumored to be like? I am completely unaware of what people know of me in this world and it really bothers me- it's confusing."

"You were actually known to be quite peculiar- in a good way of course. No one could really get into your mind and know what you were thinking. You are known to be a fearless warrior who would sacrifice anything for her kingdom- very, very beautiful, as well. I had once heard that you turned down every suitor that came to you, though. Claiming 'they weren't your soul mate' though sometimes you'd just say they 'weren't destined to be'. Some people have accused you of being a shallow, vapid princess who just gets everything she wants, while others really say your a kind-hearted soul who doesn't need a king to rule. The independent type."

I blush at the 'beautiful' statement.

"I wouldn't say that I'm very independent... But I am a strong believer of destiny, fate, and all that. I also really like fencing, kick-boxing, and archery, so I guess that could affect the whole 'warrior' thing. Though, Archery has to be my absolute favorite... I wouldn't say I'm beautiful, either... I got made fun of quite a bit growing up."

We were now nearing the field.

"They must be idiots... I mean- uhm..." Merlin pauses, blushing, "Princess' are considered to be beautiful. That's how it goes."

I smile at him. "It's alright." I pause, "Thanks, Merlin..."

Kilgharrah was already there when we came in eyesight of the field.

The old dragon seems to smirk as we come nearer.

"I was expecting you to come back. This is just as the prophecy says." He says, his voice full of power.

My eyes widen. "Woah, it is so strange to see him in person..." I murmur.

Merlin chuckles quietly, "He is a lousy excuse for a dragon, isn't he?" He whispers, so that only I could hear.

"I came back because we want to know why she's here. Please. We need to get her back home somehow, she's from 500 years into the future-" Merlin starts to explain but is interrupted.

"She is not to go back, Merlin. She was never meant to. I'm afraid she is here to stay." Kilgharrah claims, his accusation sounding dreadfully permanent.

"What? What about my family? What's going to happen to them when they realize I'm missing?" I ask, my heart beating fast with anxiety.

"They are not going to find out." Kilgharrah chuckles, "At least not for another 500 years or so, and when they do they are just going to think you ran away- holding onto the hope that you might someday come back to them or call, they will just figure you never did. You're destiny is here. With Emrys."

"What do you mean by that, Kilgharrah? Please, I beg of you- for a straight to the point answer. At least state the prophecy?" Merlin sighs, impatience getting to him.

"You may be a bit overwhelmed if I did, I wouldn't want the Princess to get a bit jumpy, either." The Great Dragon says, carefully.

"If you are not going to tell me willingly- I command you. As a dragonlord." Merlin slipped into his dragonlord accent and it made me jump a bit, not expecting it.

The great dragon roared. "When are you going to learn? The future is not to be tampered with! How dare you use your powers in vain against me! Fine, I shall tell you! However, all that comes of this is of your doings, Merlin!" The dragon calms himself and closes his eyes as Merlin looks at Kilgharrah with an intense determination in his eyes. The dragon begins to speak, his eyes glowing a cold silver-

"As future and past mends,

Emrys the Great Warlock stands,

The Princess of a distant time,

Will now become one of the divine,

The two shall meet and become ones end,

Of the soon to be Mordred, enemy of man,

Thy joining destined, thy hearts shall blend,

Therefore creating the magical force of all lands.

Meant to accompany the greatest of all men,

King Arthur Pendragon will need these two then,

If Emrys shalt not meet nor mend,

Then the Pendragon line and Camelot shall end."

I stared, speechless, at Kilgharrah- looking at him to Merlin, then back. I was... destined to be with Merlin? To kill Mordred with him? To protect Arthur as well, and stay by Merlins side? To be a sorceress? A powerful one?

My mouth dropped open in shock.

Merlin was just as surprised as Haley was. He wasn't expecting that the prophecy had anything to do with him. Just Arthur, or something... Like usual. However, this had to do with his personal destiny for a change- his demise or success. Even though it still had to do with Camelot, of course. The words started to sink into him-

"I'm meant to be with a Princess? I highly doubt that would go over well! I'm a manservant! Nothing of nobility!" He looks a bit overwhelmed.

"Arthur will change that problem. It will be allowed in this kingdom. King Alexander, Haley's father, shall agree with this and change it as well in his kingdom of Astaria- he is quite fond of Arthur, actually." Kilgharrah says, with a bit of a shrug.

The world started to close in on me. My breathing began to get shallow. This can't be happening- I mean I thought I would love it if something like this would happen- but now that I'm actually here... Everything is just getting overwhelming!

How can I be destined for all of these things if I had just been sitting at home yesterday, eating waffles for breakfast? Writing on the computer and singing show tunes?

"I... I'm going back to the castle." I say, my voice cracking.

I quickly begin to run back through the Darkling forest.