Part 6 The Dragons Triumph
(Authors Note: Ok for those of you who don't hate me for the whole marriage thing here's the final part. This is why the title is what it is. This is one of my favorite pieces of mine because it showcases what a lot of people forget. It shows what Albion is for, not just Arthur and Merlin and the round table, but for everyone to be able to interact together in peace. Maybe someday in our time we will be lucky enough to see what Albion stands for again someday. Sorry got way off topic! I own nothing! I hope you liked it.)
Then the music began. It was a song of the old religion, ancient and beautiful. Many couples began to dance around in time with the music and in harmony with the magic that swirled around in the air. A girl in green robes quietly asked if she could 'have the honor' of dancing with me. I spun her into the dance in response. She was very pretty, with long auburn hair and green eyes. The song was infectious and soon everyone was dancing and singing, save the knights and young children.
My soft tenor seemed somehow louder and more powerful than it had ever been. The dance went on and the magic swirled in visible golden swirls. Sometime later it ended, coming to a close with a magical imitation of a dragons roar from every throat save mine. The roar that passed through my lips was that of the dragons who were my kin. It was a roar not of fear or rage or desperation but a roar I had never had cause to use before. It was a roar filled with triumph, peace, happiness and hope.
Soon a new dance began and I kissed the girl on the hand and bowed, excusing myself. I made my way back over to Arthur and the others.
"What was that?" Arthur asked. Lottie who still sat in his lap, answered in Gaelic.
"That was an old song! The song of the dragons and dragon lords. I've seen it once before, but never with a real dragon lord before!" I translated for the knights as she leapt into my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck. I smiled at her and hugged her back, then sat down carefully keeping her balanced.
"So why didn't you join in if you know the dance Lottie?" Lancelot asked ruffling her hair gently. She pouted. She understood what the knights said because of her small amount of magic but couldn't speak in English so I translated her response once again.
"I'm too little."
"She's too young." I looked up at the confused glances then explained. "A lot of magic goes into both the dance and the singing of that song. Lottie's too young to contain that much magic safely." Arthur was looking at me thoughtfully.
Many hours later we were all back in the lavish tent. All of the knights had fallen asleep but I was wide awake, still charged from the magic. Apparently Arthur was awake too for after a minute he spoke.
"I'm sorry Merlin." I peered over at him.
"What?" He sighed and looked over at me.
"You told about Balinor before but it never really sank in until you roared like that. You sounded just like the dragon that attacked Camelot." I sighed.
"His name is Kilgarah, and I've already told you I'm a dragon lord." He sighed.
"I know, but it just kind of sunk in how much of a clot-pole I was to you that day. I'm sorry." I threw a pillow at him.
"You're always a clot-pole." I joked then turned slightly more serious. "But you can't have known and I forgive you." He laughed. I drifted off to sleep. I dreamed of my visions. I wasn't sure what they meant but I would figure it out and I would find a way to save Arthur.