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The pain of the spear was enraging, but nothing more. I reared and felt my foot connect with something solid, knocking it over with the faint sound of clinking metal, nearly impossible to hear over the crackling of flames. I crouched down to see that I had thrown the prince backwards, and being a fragile human, he had fallen into the depths of unconsciousness.
He was brave, Uther's son, but he would die, great destiny or not. Uther would pay for daring to trap and lock me under his castle for decades. He would pay for killing every other dragon and Dragonlord alike in his mad quest to eliminate magic. I felt the fire deep in my throat, and began to part my jaw to let it escape.
Footsteps from the side caught my attention, however, and I turned to face the young warlock, whose face held terror, anger, and grief. I had forgotten about him, Balinor's son.
The deep roar of the Dragonlords' gift emerged from him. The blind rage lessened as he spoke to me in the language I hadn't heard in so many years. I bowed down to the last Dragonlord, only made as a result of my actions and looked up as the warlock picked up the discarded spear.
"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." He swung the weapon forward, as if to strike, and I flinched away. But the pain of a blow did not fall on me, and I looked at him once more to see the spear still grasped in his hand. I tilted my head in slight confusion at his actions.
"Go! Leave! If you ever attack Camelot again, I will kill you!" The boy dropped the spear. "I have shown you mercy! Now you must do the same to others!"
Destiny had not lied then. Emrys was indeed merciful. I responded, preparing to fly from the area. "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."
I rose up, even with the stabbing pain of the wound in my side. The young warlock had shown me mercy, but I did not feel remorse for causing Uther Pendragon's suffering. All I felt for the tyrant was burning hatred.