"What have you done, Arthur?" asked Uther, his voice dripping with venom, "I should have known you wouldn't stand by in silence. Now where is the warlock?" Before Arthur could respond the Great Dragon spoke,
"I have been waiting to see you again, Uther Pendragon."
"You. What spite have you filled my son's head with?"
"Only the truth, Uther, I see no point in lies like you. Arthur's destiny cannot begin while you are still present. That destiny is tied to Merlin, so unfortunately for you, he cannot be executed so early in his life."
"How dare you speak as if you know the future!" Uther drew closer to the edge of the precipice, eyes glowing with rage.
"Of course I know the future, Uther Pendragon, because I play a vital role in it - Arthur and Merlin both know that they are floundering in the mists of time, waiting for their lives to begin while you still reign, but neither are willing to fix the problem. That is where my destiny meets theirs'." With that the Great Dragon inhaled sharply before releasing a torrent of blue and gold flame that greedily devoured Uther's frame. To protect himself Arthur whispered the incantation for a shield of protection and could only watch as his father, both hated and loved, melted in the flames, for a split second his skeleton still stood, held up by the ferocity of the flame, its jaw grew slack, as if in shock, before the entire body was reduced to a pile of ash. The Great Dragon halted its flames and looked proudly upon his work. Both Arthur and Merlin stood aghast - it was now their turn to take the reins of Camelot. The Great Dragon allowed Merlin to cross back to Arthur, who was now shaking uncontrollably, racked by guilt, grief and a flood of tears. Merlin put his arm awkwardly around him and felt Arthur draw closer, and he began to weep on Merlin's shoulder. For some time they stood there, the Great dragon simply watching, entranced by the displays of emotion it had not seen in its twenty years in the cavern.
