7 THE LAST DRAGONLORD

Characters: Merlin/Kilgharrah
Wordcount: 259

As the Merlin turned around and faced The Great Dragon, he felt as though the whole world rested on his shoulders. For a fleeting second he felt lifeless, as Kilgharrah starred straight into his eyes, almost filling his absolute soul. Then from no where an almighty voice from inside him, came out taking both Merlin and the Dragon by surprise.

"Dracan! Nan dyd aelc aciere miss! Eftsioas eom ala craet! Geate staer abaere garraes! Geate cyre. Me taken atende diegollice. Car grise abes."

Kilgharrah took a moment to consider the young warlock, as Merlin picked up the spare spear from the ground.

"I am the last of my kind Merlin. Whatever wrongs I have done do not make me responsible for the death of my noble breed."

Merlin aimed the spear at the dragon, and cried out

"Go, leave, if you ever attack Camelot again I will kill you.

The Dragon bowed to Merlin, a sudden respect in his whole manner.

"I have shown you mercy, now you must do the same to others."

"Young warlock, what you have shown, is what you will be. I will not forget your clemency. I'm sure our paths will cross again." With this the Dragon bowed, to Merlin then turned around and flew away.

As Merlin stood there watching him go, he felt as if his father was there standing beside him, and he mumbled "I hope you were proud of me father." And he allowed himself a smile of contentment.