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Chapter Fourteen~

"Where's Arthur?" The latter watched his uncle in the shadows, shifting his weight on his knees to see his servant as well and not get seen by the torch light. Merlin was completely expressionless, in a way that Arthur had never witnessed before, and was unable to place his feelings about it as terror or pride.

They both knew Merlin was in no real danger, and could just simply walk away from his uncle, causing extensive damage by just looking at him. Or at least, that's what Gaius claimed, but Arthur liked to keep his doubts.

"Be careful," Merlin warned, attempting to show his uncle that he wasn't go to hold on to his magic much longer. The young king paused, and noted the look on Agravaine's face, and placed it together in shock. His uncle was unaware that Merlin was a warlock; he must have left to early to hear his announcement!

And now because he had done so, he had foolishly led the most powerful sorcerer into a trap, which would end without a doubt in a bad way towards him and not Merlin.

"What are you talking about?" Agravaine asked, confirming Arthur's thoughts, as he looked around nervously. He still believed that he, King Arthur, was the bigger threat and coming to aid his idiot servant. Merlin looked around expressionless looking for him again, but Arthur refused to show himself. For once in his life, he wanted Merlin to handle a situation of danger where he wasn't protecting him. He wanted to see how Merlin would react, since the last time he was about ready to pass out.

Merlin slowly turned his unblinking gaze back onto his uncle, and Arthur could see the anger and fury building up in his eyes. It was impressive his servant had held out this long without triggering his magic, for only a few minutes ago he had exploded a water skin just to make him hurry up. Merlin's face screamed sorcerer, and powerful-don't mess-with-me-I'm Emrys. Arthur took a deep breath at the same time Merlin did.

"Tell me, now!" His uncle ordered. Merlin said nothing, and continued to glance around, giving off the appearance he was unhappy at being trapped.

"Or I'll have to kill you," The threat hung ominously over Merlin's head, but his remained impassive. He shook his head, as if he didn't have a care in the world, and was clearly unimpressed by his threat.

"Don't think so,"

Agravaine almost laughed, and Arthur felt his stomach turn in hatred. If Merlin didn't hurry up, he may just run him through first. He stepped towards Merlin, and Arthur gripped his sword ready to kill the man, when Merlin's head jerked up. Startled, Arthur let go of his sword hilt and watched as his eyes flashed a brilliant pure gold.

Throwing every man in the cave backwards without a word with a force of energy so hard, Arthur stumbled back. Every man thudded to the ground, knocked out cold or already dead. Yet, there his servant stood, not a single muscle moved as he looked down at the party. His face continued to remain blank; he took a few steps forward towards his uncle.

Arthur watched in horror as he realized Merlin had been holding back and spared Agravaine the worst of his energy. The man that Merlin glared down upon gasped, sucking in the air as he took in his new surroundings. He turned his head, staring at the young warlock in disbelief. Propping himself up by his elbow, he looked at the manservant, who closed his eyes for a second. As if calming his nerves, and the opening them again to confront Agravaine.

"You have magic!" He gasped, pointing at him trying to convince himself this was real. Arthur smirked, Merlin was (though he would never say this to his face) brilliant at revealing his magic in the best way possible. Merlin lifted his head high, showing pride and dignity in what he was about to say.

"I was born with it,"

Agravaine regained his footing, and then a look of horror and realization struck him.

"So it's you…you're Emrys,"

Arthur could only assume that Agravaine had head the name of Morgana. But why it registered so much fear into his uncle, he wondered why. He leaned forward to hear what Merlin was saying.

"It is what the druids call me," His answers direct, but not in depth. For the first time, Merlin didn't have to hide, or hold back. His uncle threw on a face of fake enthusiasm, which Arthur didn't fall for, for a second. The look on Merlin's face didn't sway, and Arthur suspected he wasn't fooled as well. Well at least he isn't a total idiot.

"You've been at court, this whole time?" He asked, his words claimed to be impressed but they all knew he wasn't. Arthur continued to wait in the shadows, wondering if Merlin would see the move in time. When Merlin said nothing, Agravaine continued.

"At Arthur's side…how you've managed to deceive him! I am impressed Merlin," Arthur felt the pure hatred build up again, and he saw Merlin's reaction. He hardly blinked, but the king could see it in his eyes the fury that was taken over these words. Merlin was Merlin Agravaine, he would be loyal to the death, and if you keep goading him it won't end well.

"Perhaps we are more alike than you think,"

Merlin swayed on his feet, but his face remained expressionless throughout. Arthur wondered how he managed it, and then remembered how well Merlin had to act around magic in Camelot. Merlin had to act for so long that he knew nothing of the strange events that occurred, clearly teaching him well to be like this.

Agravaine offered his hand out to the boy, to attempt to make peace, but Merlin saw it as a threat raising his hand as he once had when returning the dagger to Gawain. Arthur leaned forward even more, caught up in what his manservant would do. His uncle paused at the clear gesture to back off, and slowly flipped his hand in a retreating manner.

"I would warn you Agravaine, but I believe you know who you're dealing with. And trust me, you do not want to make me slip on my magic right now,"

The older man tilted his head, and took a step back. Glancing around the caves again, looking for more threats, and unaware that his only threat stood in front of him.

"You may claim to be Emrys, but you are clearly still undertrained," He snapped, waving his hand at him to make his point.

"I killed Nimueh at the Isles of the Blest, I mastered the art of life and death, I am the last Dragonlord, I have continued the race of dragons, I defeated Morgana's immortal army, I have mastered branches of magic that are supposed to be impossible since the moment I opened my eyes. And NOW your standing in my way to uniting Camelot with magic. And I REFUSE to be challenged by a weak slippery snake like yourself who claims I cannot use my own powers!"

Agravaine stepped back startled, clearly taken aback by Merlin's claims. Or it could have been that the rocks around him had started to float, and the cave trembled.

"Merlin-"

"Don't you call me by Merlin, that is my name for my friends! You will call me by Emrys, leader of the Druids, Priest of the Old Religion!"

Arthur watched in disbelief as Merlin lowered his hand mirroring Agravaine. He took everything he said back, Merlin was an idiot. Even if what he claimed to be true, he should know better than to trust that he won't get attacked now. His uncle gave a fake smile, one that Arthur once believed to be real…and with the speed of a snake shot a dagger out towards Merlin's throat. Looking for blood as he did so.

Arthur resisted the urge not to scream, as his servant's eyes glowed again slowing down time just like his fight with Gawain. Now that Arthur saw Merlin fight with magic for real, it was a terrifying sight.

Agravaine remained motionless at Merlin's mercy, and the latter stood with both hands stretched in front of him. With another burst of magic, even stronger than the first, the young warlock released the boiled up tension on his traitorous uncle. Almost in slow motion, the man flew backwards towards the stone. Merlin's aurora radiating a power Arthur couldn't fathom to know where he was hiding it all this time. Rocks flung themselves into a fury, the fire of the torches nearby burst. Upon impact, his uncle did not move again.

The servant stood there, his breath sharp and lowered his hands. Astonishing Arthur even more at the fact he looked completely calm as if this kind of energy was normal. He walked towards Agravaine, as if checking to make sure he would not move again, and then turned in the direction where Arthur was hiding.

The king of Camelot did not miss the pained expression in his face.

"I know you're there Arthur, you can come out,"

Taken off his guard, the blonde walked out from behind the rocks to look at his servant in a new light. He had just taken on a group of at least fifteen men without moving anything but his hand, and was completely unscathed.

"How did you know?"

"My magic is a part of me; I sensed your presence when I sent out the first wave of energy to knock them back," Merlin tilted his head as if concerned. "Are you okay?"

Arthur shook his head, unable to quite wrap his head around this.

"Everything you said...was that all true?" Arthur asked quietly. Merlin nodded, sitting down on a nerby rock.

"I'm not really a Priest, but everything else was true. I qualify to be a Priest, I'm just not sure if I want to be one,"

The young Pendragon stared at Merlin for a very long time.

"Where the hell do you hide that confidence and power when we train?" Arthur snapped, looking at the men, and saw none of them had moved. Dead.

For the first time since entering the caves, Merlin smiled.

"Well, couldn't be outshining the clot pole could I?" Arthur laughed, for once he felt like a heavy burden had been lifted off him.

"So you won't be hiding in the bushes the next time we're attacked?" Merlin snorted.

"You won't have anything to do if I didn't,"

0o0

"So I didn't use magic?"

The large dragon showed his teeth, which Arthur hoped was equivalent to a smile, and leaned down to look at the King.

"It is not your destiny to use magic, that would be Merlin,"

"So what happened?"

"I healed him, of course," The dragon chuckled, as Merlin snickered at Arthur's face. Then turned an expectant face towards the great beast.

"You ignored my question when I called you, again Kilgarrah," The warlock snapped, looking like a young toddler, crossing his arms and leaning his head back to look into the dragons big yellow eyes.

"Young warlock, I am not a horse! How many times do I have to say this to you?"

"Can you get us back to Camelot as soon as possible from here?" Merlin asked, completely ignoring Kilgarrah's annoyance. Though he grinned silently when he heard Arthur splutter behind him.

"Were…not…riding him are we?"

Merlin rolled his eyes, and lifted his bag over his shoulders. They had sent the horses ahead of them, since Camelot's steeds were trained to return on their own. The king had been reluctant, but he had seen that Merlin had a plan…just not this.

"Oh come on Arthur, I've done it before a few times. It's perfectly safe!" His servant said as he came towards the dragon who was giving him the evil eye, as if he was going to blast Merlin to bits if he dared to climb on.

"He doesn't appear to want us to ride," Arthur said uncertainly, as the dragon shifted his gaze. Softening, just a little bit to look upon the young Pendragon. Merlin sighed in exasperation as he tugged himself up, and finding a comfortable spot on the dragon's back before turning back to look at his king.

"Arthur, would you rather walk?" That was exactly what the latter was thinking, but he walked cautiously up to the side of the dragon.

"There's nothing I can do young king, you might as well get on. Merlin's in control over here," Though his tone said otherwise. Arthur placed his boots on the scales of the dragon, pulling himself up behind the warlock who was already clinging on in excitement.

"Stop acting like an excited little girl Merlin," Arthur snapped, trying to cover up how uncomfortable he was on the back of a large dragon about to go air born. Slowly, the warlock turned and raised a single eyebrow at the king before looking ahead.

The sound of wings sent Arthur's eyes shutting tight, waiting for this to be over as soon as possible. In front of him, he felt Merlin lean back and whoop with joy like an idiot. The blonde royal peeked to see the warlocks hands were also in the air as well. Arthur Pendragon looked down, to see a spectacular view of the countryside beneath him. The cold rush of air whipped through his hair, and he finally let his breath out he hadn't even realized he was holding in.

"You've done this before and never told me? How could you Merlin?" Arthur yelled over the wind as the dragon took a steep enthusiastic dive as Camelot came into view far ahead of them on the horizon.

"I couldn't say anything, not in till you knew the truth, whoooooooo!" Merlin yelled suddenly throwing the king of Camelot a thrilled smile.

0o0

At first, poor Sir Gawain believed he had truly finally reached a limit of how drunk he could get. And when he was on guard looking for Arthur, Merlin and the druid leader to arrive on top of that did not improve his mood.

He looked up in the sky, his jaw becoming slack as a huge winged creature came flying…straight at him.

Elyan, Leon and Percival joined at his side, staring dumbstruck at the approaching dragon.

"Do we raise weapons or let it pass?" Elyan asked concerned. Leon shook his head,

"Merlin is a dragonlord, he would be horrified if he found out we threatened this one," All four knights continued to stare as the sound of flapping wings got louder. Then, a very undragon-like sound was followed, that sounded quite suspiciously like a human being yelling for joy.

"Gaawwaaaiinnn! Llleeoonnn! Elllyyaannn! PPeeerrrcciivaalll! This is the best experience I've ever haaadddd!" To the knights shook they noticed to humanoid figures on the back of the great dragon, just as it came to a steep and exhilarating land in the middle of the castle courtyard. And to a more shock they saw the one who had called out to them was none other than their king, Arthur.

Gawain's face was completely priceless.

"You got to ride a dragon without me?" Both Merlin and Arthur began to laugh. Kilgarrah made a very offended sound behind them all, rousing another fit of laughter from Merlin.

"He hates it when I ride him Gawain, don't think I can just get right back on," Gawain frowned, looking utterly put out. The dragon leaned over and nudged his head roughly against Merlin to show his irritation.

"Do not think you can use your dragonlord powers in such a way," Kilgarrah huffed, before taking flight into the late morning. Merlin continued to grin his cheeky smile, before it fell when the druids began to approach.

"Ah…better go um…explain the Iseldir thing…" Merlin said with a deep frown before walking over to the hooded crowd that had started to gather. Many of the Camelot knights slowly turned their heads to look at their king with a long look. Attending to get some type of explanation as they saw the druids all ducked their heads in shame as Merlin spoke.

"He tried to kill him, what did you expect me to do?" The knight's eyes widened as they turned to look at the manservant of the king. He was now dipping his head in silence with the others, all of them mourning the loss of Iseldir.

"They look more upset than angry," Elyan commented lightly.

"Indeed," Leon murmured.

The courtyard remained silent, before Merlin finally made his way back to the small group of knights.

"They are quite upset, but agree that Iseldir could have made a better decision." The warlock eventually said. Percival placed a hand on the young man's shoulders, seeing his grief. But Arthur's face remained impassive.

"We need to train Leon; we need to stay in top shape. We have no idea what else Morgana may release,"

Many of the knights weren't actually in the mood to do so, but nodded in respect of their king. The courtyard started to clear, as they headed off to the training grounds, Merlin obediently following on their tails.

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