Soz guyz, last chap was ment t b in italics, but hoosa cares?! heh heh i hav u in suspense, it lolz and funny! Just to let u no, this was to c if u liked mi writin, and as 2000 of u do, then of corse i will write more. There will b anuther story about how our warlock bud brought back Arthur Pratdragon, and there will b both prequels and sequels...look out for them! I will find a way to make a community of mi tales in order, so you can look up the hole series, but 4 now this is my only story so ya. Anyhoo, let me keep u no longa, and so DISCLAIMER i dont own it, and ENJOY AND REVEEEEEIIIIIIIIIWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! o ya this is still a memory.

Arthur was worried.

He had played it down low, but now, he realised Merlin was quite disturbed by something. Arthur had agreed with himself to stay in the forest, because Gaius would probably yell at him until Arthur was deaf.

Merlin, meanwhile, was petrified.

He needed to think. Obviously the voice was going to try to kill both of them eventually, but Merlin was not going to let Arthur get harmed. Not after Camlann. His ribs ached; the figure was not afraid of him. The figure was magic, and Merlin recognized it, and thought for a definite the it was a him.

Merlin was afraid.

"Come on, up you get..." Arthur heaved as he helped Merlin get on a horse. From what Arthur diagnosed, one of the boy's ribs were broken. Merlin glared at Arthur playfully.

"Are you worried about me?" Merlin queried, grinning.

"What ever gave you that idea? Let's go," Arthur retaliated, and they galloped further through the trees.

Merlin was being hesitant, jumping at every single sound, wary of the promised attackers... but they didn't come. It was nearly midday, and Merlin could only think of one thing to do about his decision as Arthur rested by the fire.

"Arthur, you look even more terrible than usual."

"Hmmm...let me think. Maybe, Merlin, it's because my idiot manservant opened the curtains BEFORE IT WAS LIGHT." ("I'll still be me!" Merlin had insisted. "I can still be a manservant to you...just with more authority...respect...a crown...but apart from that!")

"Oh. I wonder why he did that?" Merlin joked. "MAYBE it was because the you had told him to be MUCH EARLIER THAN USUAL."

"Wha-oh."

"Look, you get some sleep, I'll get some firewood. Right?"

"Whatever. Idiot."

"Dunderhead."

"I still don't understand that word."

"Like I said, it's idiomatic."

And with that, the ivory haired sorcerer trudged off, leaving a sleeping King resting by the fire.

After he was sure he was out of sight, Merlin broke into a sprint to a clearing.

"O DRAKON, E MALA SOI FTENGOMETH TESD'HUP ANANKES!"

He looked up, arms folded, eyes twinkling with anticipation. Then a shadow loomed over him, and the Great Dragon landed with a great thump.

"Young warlock! I understand I owe you a very great debt," and to Merlin's great suprise the dragon made a motion with it's head that looked very much like a bow. Merlin smiled, but then looked away.

"What is troubling you, Merlin?"

"In the forest there was a voice..." Merlin began hesitantly, and he retold the tale of the mist and the voice, the threat and the attacker. When Merlin had finished, the dragon only looked at him sadly and stayed silent.

"Well?"

"You are injured, Merlin, you should rest."

"What?! YOU are avoiding telling me about the voice."

"Merlin, I cannot allow you to do what must be done!"

"FINE! Ok, ok, you are being all mystic, and I am really annoyed right now, Kilgarrah..."

"Young warlock. I will not tell you anything this day. You should not have come to me nor gone with the young Pendragon..."

"THIS ISN'T BEFORE! He is no longer that young, and as you keep forgetting, neither am I!"

"Compared to me, Merlin - "

"You? This isn't about you! For once, for ONCE it's about me!

"I was the one to live out my destiny, it's ME who's actually helping to build Albion, but you just sit there, an overgrown newt, with your riddles - "

"Enough," the dragon snarled dangerously. Merlin threw his hands in the air, and Kilgarrah was hit with a rare pang of sadness when he saw there were tears in the boy's eyes. Merlin suddenly gasped, clutching his broken rib, and rocked back and forth, yet the dragon watched him sadly.

"I am truly sorry, Merlin," he said. Then he flew off into the daylight, leavingg Merlin angry and bitter, and drowning in blissful self pity.

Because, honestly, when was it ever about him?

Hooray, for today, my chapter, is a...bay?

Anyhoo, this is my longest chappie. Remember, this is my first fanfic, so i will write things to fill you in BEFORE it - such as the good deed Merl ddid for the dragon, Arthurs return, ect...so LOOK OUT FOR THEM! They won't come out in a while tho.

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