Chapter 21
Morgana had developed a routine these past few weeks. She would wake up and spend some time with Aithusa. Then, if they were running low in food, she would go towards a village and offer to heal the people living there. She had no idea how things got this far, but right now she had a few villages that she visited on regular basis, and afterwards she always came back to her cave with a basket full of food, without even needing to ask for it. There were some times where she went to the villages even when she already had food, but that's beside the point.
Her afternoons she spent practicing her magic. Right now she could blast rocks bigger than she ever imagined possible, and she was also practicing Dragoon's 'blinking' spell that he had used the first time she met him. It ended being a combination of a wind spell and slowing time. She was still having trouble with it, but she was confident that she would get the hang of it eventually. Not even Emrys would expect that trick.
The nights, she spent with Aithusa. The dragon was getting bigger and bigger by the day, and right now her size was approximately that of a small horse. Sometimes, Morgana worried about the day that she would get too big for their cave, but there was still time before that happened.
Today wasn't just another day, but she went into her routine anyways; that would help her not to think about it.
She had decided that she was going to go to Nadia's village. She had wanted to check out on her father for a while now, and today was as good day as any. The meaning this day had for her and the fact that she liked those kids had nothing to do with her decision. Nothing at all.
When she entered the village, the streets were quiet, but they got louder and louder as more people recognized her. She waved back to everyone she met and headed towards the kids' home. Morgana found them playing outside, using sticks as if they were swords. While they both seemed to have similar skills, Morgana had the feeling that Aidan was letting her sister win. He had become more talkative since their father got better. The boy turned his head and looked directly at her.
"Nadia, look! It's Le Fay!" he said.
Le Fay. The name the villagers had gave her. Morgana had been very surprised the first time someone had called her that. At first she didn't like it, it sounded silly, but in time she had grown fond of it.
Nadia took advantage that Aidan was looking at the newcomer and she hit her brother in the arm with the stick.
"I won!" she exclaimed, with a big grin. She then dropped the stick and ran to hug Morgana.
Morgana hugged the girl back. She was going to tell her something about hitting her brother when he was distracted, but she herself had used that tactic countless times against Arthur, so she kept quiet. Arthur, who was her brother and her enemy. Who didn't want to kill her. Who just one week ago she helped saving. Who she eventually had to kill if she would ever take over Camelot and free those with magic.
"Are you alright?" Nadia asked.
That question brought her back to reality. "Yes, sorry," Morgana answered, looking down to meet the girls eyes. "How have you two been?" she asked the kids.
"Fine," they both answered.
"Just fine?" Morgana asked, with an inquiring look.
"It rained a lot and father didn't let us go outside," protested Nadia.
"Well, he was right. You would have gotten sick if you had gone outside in that weather."
"But you could have cured us and we would be fine!"
Morgana laughed. "You can't be careless just because I can cure you; there are things even I can't heal. Promise me you will listen to your father."
"Yes, Le Fay," they both said, looking down to the floor.
"How is your father doing?"
"It's like he never got hurt," Aidan answered. "Could you teach me what you do?" he asked, with a serious face.
"Me too, me too!" Nadia exclaimed, raising her hand and jumping in place before Morgana could answer anything.
She had been taken aback by the sudden question. "I can't," she told them, "it's too dangerous for anyone to learn magic these days." The look on the kids faces indicated they were about to make another one of their 'Please' attacks, so Morgana kept talking. "When you grow up we'll talk about it," she added, trying to prevent that from happening.
"Do you promise?" Nadia asked.
"I promise," Morgana answered. By the time they grow up, she either would have already freed the sorcerers and she would be able to keep her word, or she would have lost against Emrys and wouldn't be around for it to matter.
"Do you know if anyone need my help?" Morgana asked them, trying to change the subject.
As if answering her summons, a man came running towards them from the other side of the path, screaming her name.
"Le Fay! Thank God you are here! My daughter... she is sick! You have to help her. You have to!"
"Calm down. Tell me what happened," Morgana said.
"She was coughing a lot these past weeks, but we thought it was just a cold. But now..." The man showed her a handkerchief he was holding. It had many red stains.
"Take me to her."
They started to walk, and the children started to follow her.
"What do you think you are doing?" she asked them, without stopping.
"We are going with you; we are your apprentices!" Nadia exclaimed.
"That's not what I—" She shook her head. "Never mind, just keep silent and stay back while I check on her."
The house looked like most others in the village. The man hurried to the door and signaled them to follow. Morgana had not finished going through the door when she started to hear the coughing. It didn't sound good. Inside a young woman was sitting on a chair covering her mouth with a white handkerchief.
"Thank you for coming," she said, between coughs.
Morgana looked at her. Her magic was very good in healing flesh wounds, damage she could see, but when it came to sickness she needed help. The woman's breathing was shallow and fast, probably some kind of lung infection. For a second she wished that she had brought the book so she could ask Merlin about it, but since telling him why she needed to know those things was definitively out of the question, it was probably better this way.
"I need a mortar, a pestle and some medicinal herbs," said Morgana. "Do you have any of those things?" she asked the man.
He shook his head with fear in his face. "No. No. I'm sorry."
Morgana was going to ask him to get some elsewhere, but one glimpse at the man and she knew that he wasn't going to be of much help. She sighed and turned around.
"Aidan, Nadia, I'm going to need you to ask around town if they have a mortar, a pestle and some herbs. Hogwort, ideally. You get them and bring them back to me, alright?"
The kids nodded and left the room in a hurry.
Morgana moved towards the girl and started chanting a spell. It would cure her and help her breathe, but if she didn't drink the potion she would just get sick again in a matter of days. The man and her daughter were mumbling about something, but she was too focused to understand them.
"We are back!" a voice said.
Morgana looked to the door where Nadia and Aidan were holding all she had asked. She was surprised of how fast the kids had returned. Maybe they wouldn't be such terrible apprentices after all.
"Good, place everything on the table," she told them.
After this, things were easy. Crush the leaves, mix them with some boiling water, use a spell to activate their magical properties and finally wait for it to cool off. She still remembered how Morgouse used to tell her that she was a fast learner. She owed her sister for almost everything she knew about magic, and she loved her for that, despite everything.
The kids had even brought back a small bottle to put the potion in. Morgana grabbed it and filled it with the mix and then she handed it over to the man, who was standing next to her daughter.
"She has to take a small drink of this every night for seven days," Morgana told him. "No exceptions," she added, looking at the girl.
"Yes, of course. Thank you," the man said with tears in his face. He turned around and hugged his daughter.
"And you," Morgana continued, looking at the kids, "how did you find everything so fast?"
"Your friend helped us," Aidan answered.
"Friend?" Morgana asked, confused.
"Yes," Nadia said, "he had the biggest ears ever!" she exclaimed, stretching her arms out as far apart as she could.
"They were not that big," Aidan said.
"Yes they were!"
"Wait," Morgana interrupted them, "this person, was a young man with black hair and blue eyes?" she asked.
They both nodded.
"Where is he?" she asked, in a demanding tone.
"He said that he didn't want to interrupt you, so he would wait outside," the boy answered.
Morgana looked at the entrance. It couldn't be him, could it? She rushed towards the door and opened it. She sighed of relief. In front of her there was a man she had never seen before. He was talking to some of the villagers, who seemed to know him. His ears weren't that big, his hair was grayish and he was hardly a boy; apparently, descriptions weren't one of the kids strongest suit.
She started to move towards the man when he waved to the villagers and started walking away.
"Hi there," said a voice behind her.
Morgana jumped with fright and turned around. "What the hell are you doing here!?" she asked to the young man with black hair, blue eyes and huge ears who was sitting by the door.
"I could ask you the same thing..." Merlin replied, smiling.
She looked at him, at herself, at the door and at him one more time. "This is not what it looks like!" she exclaimed.
"Really? Because it looks like you are Le Fay," Merlin said.
"Well... you are wrong!"
A villager who was passing nearby heard the screaming and moved over to where they were.
"Le Fay, is everything alright?" he asked Morgana.
Merlin raised his eyebrows at her, while his smile widened.
"Yes, everything is fine, thank you," she told the man, who then glimpsed at Merlin and walked away. She waited for him to go and then looked back at Merlin. "Alright, it seems that you found out about me"
"Actually I've already known for a few days," he said, standing up. "Don't get me wrong, it was a huge surprise. I had to triple check it before I even considered the possibility of it being truth."
"It's nice to see that you think so highly of me, Merlin," Morgana said. "Where is Arthur?" she asked, looking around.
"Who knows? By this time he is probably wondering why his meal isn't already served," he said, with a grin.
"So he doesn't know?" she asked.
"Really? Are we going to do this every single time?" Merlin asked, rolling his eyes. " No I haven't told him nor Emrys," he said, in a monotonous voice. "I was tempted to tell Arthur though, he is kind of a fan of yours, Le Fay I mean, but he probably wouldn't have believed me. I'm still having trouble believing it myself. Does this mean that you are in peace with Camelot?" Meriln asked, already guessing the answer.
"Of course not," she said, sharply. "Why would you ever think that? You've never understood me, Merlin."
"I'm realizing that more and more, lately," he said.
"So, why are you here?" Morgana asked. "Do you want to blackmail me? Because if you do, know that I don't mind anyone knowing this, as you said, no one would believe you and besides—"
Merlin placed his hands on her shoulders. "Stop. Please. I'm not going to blackmail you," he said, smiling. He let her go and took a step back. "I'm here to give you this." He reached his pocket and grabbed a small wooden box. "Happy birthday," he said, handing her the box.
Morgana frozed, staring at what Merlin was holding. "What?" she asked, not believing what she had just heard.
"Happy birthday?" he asked, squinting his eyes, "you know, as in 'here have this gift for being born a long time ago'."
She stood like a statue for a bit longer.
"What?" she asked again. "You remembered? How?"
"It's not that hard, it's the same day every year."
Still confused, Morgana extended her arm slowly and grabbed the box Merlin was holding. She opened it and gasped. Inside there was a silver necklace with the shape of a waxing, full and waning moon joined together.
"It's the symbol of the Triple Goddess," Merlin explained, pointing at it.
Morgana gave him a look of disbelief. "I know," she said.
"Oh, right, right..." Merlin said, smiling once more. "It even has an enchantment to help you sleep, it's supposed to preventing undesired visions and all that. That means it's magical so you have to accept it."
Morgana made a small smile at that last comment. It was one of the things she had said when she wrote to Blue. She opened her mouth to speak a few times, but nothing came out. She looked at the necklace one more time. "What do you want me to say, Merlin?" she finally asked.
"What a beautiful necklace!" said Nadia, who was just leaving the house.
"That would have been nice," Merlin pointed out.
"Why is he giving you that?" Nadia asked, a bit jealous. "Is he your boyfriend?"
"No!" Morgana exclaimed. "It's just..." Morgana was trying to come up with a lie, but she was still shocked by all this.
"Today it's her birthday," Merlin said.
Morgana gave him a deadly stare, to which he replied with a goofy smile.
Nadia's face lit up. "Why didn't you tell us?" she asked Morgana. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
"Thank you, but please, don't tell anyone else, I don't like celebrating it," Morgana told her.
Nadia smiled, turned around and started running. Half an hour later everyone in the village were reunited celebrating Le Fay's birthday.
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There was almost no light inside the cave, but Dragoon's eyes had adjusted to the darkness a long time ago. He didn't want to use a light spell there, for he didn't know what he would wake up. Walking ahead, his steps were all he could hear. It couldn't be much farther now.
A silver glow started to appear ahead of him and he followed it. Finally, he had found her.
"You have nothing to fear..." a voice said.
"I'm not afraid," he said, calmly. "I am Dragoon the Great and I'm here for answers... of course, you already knew that, didn't you?"
The creature ahead of him smiled. She was sitting on a throne that emerged from the cavern itself, but even then you could notice how tall she was. She looked like a naked human, except that her head was shaped like an oval and her body was very thin and shone with a silver light.
"I did, but you have always liked to introduce yourself. Who am I to deny you of that?" she asked.
"So, do you already know what I'm about to ask you?" Dragoon asked.
"Yes," she said, "but ask me anyways; I don't have many chances of talking with other people. Consider it my payment."
Dragoon took a deep breath before talking.
"Do they know about Emrys?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered, plainly.
Dragoon's face couldn't mask his anger. "Will they come?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"Soon."
There was a pause before Dragoon spoke again.
"What will happen?" he asked.
"I thought that you didn't like to know things about the future, Dragoon," she said, in a soft voice. "Don't you want to make you own destiny, or were those just words?"
"You know what's in stake here, I have to use every advantage I can," Dragoon said. "Now tell me, will we be able to stop them?"
The creature looked at him and her face turned serious.
"I don't know," she said, in a low voice.
"Don't lie to me! You are the Diamair, you know everything!" Dragoon exclaimed.
"Not everything," she explained, in a calm voice. "Sometimes there are many futures, all as likely as each other. In some you win, in some you lose, in some it doesn't even matter."
"What does that suppose to mean? There has to be something I can do to ensure that they don't succeed."
"The futures are in fact dependant on choices, but they aren't your choices Dragoon, they are Emrys'."
"Then tell me what he should do and I'll make sure Merlin does it," Dragoon said.
She made a sympathetic smile. "It doesn't work like that, and you know it."
"Then, there is nothing I can do?" Dragoon asked, in a frustrated tone.
"You can trust in Merlin doing what he thinks is right, and you can teach him how to become what he's meant to be. After that, you have to let destiny do its work," she said.
"I hate destiny," Dragoon said.
She let out a short laugh, that echoed inside the cave. "I know."
Dragoon looked at the Diamair. He had the answers he came for. They weren't the ones he would have liked, but that was to be expected. There were a few more things that he would like to know, but he had broken his rules enough for one day.
"I think I should go back to Camelot now, then," Dragoon told her. "We'll need to prepare for this."
"Good," she said, unsurprised. "Just give him a couple of days more before appearing; there is still something Merlin has to do on his own. You'll know when is time."
"Don't you ever get tired of being so cryptic?" Dragoon asked, in a mocking tone.
"I'm destined to guide people, not control them. What you call being cryptic I call giving a choice. Otherwise you would be nothing more than my puppet," she explained.
"Maybe being a puppet is a fair price to pay for saving the lives of thousands," Dragoon said.
"It's not, believe me," she said, with a serious face.
"And you are cryptic once more... Never mind, just one more question before I go. What's your name?"
"I'm Euchdag," she said, and smiled at the sound of her own name, "but... you already knew that didn't you?"
Dragoon grinned, bowed, and headed for the exit.
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"Do you see what you have done Merlin?" Morgana asked him, in a scolding tone.
"Yes, this is terrible..." he said sarcastically, looking around.
The villagers had put together a large table where they had placed lots of food, probably more than they could ever eat. Some of them were playing instruments while other were dancing, and the kids of the village were running around playing a game were one had to touch the others while they attempted to escape from him. Merlin and Morgana were sitting alone at the table, seeing as the game unfolded. Due to the looks the villagers gave them, Morgana thought that they might had gotten the wrong idea about her and Merlin. That would also explain why no one seemed to get near them.
In Merlin's case, he was very surprised of Morgana's relationship with the villagers, especially the kids. Seeing her like that reminded him of the girl she had known once, a long time ago.
"So, what does it feel having... how old are you now?" Merlin asked.
"A lady never says," she said, smiling. Her mind wandered for a second, as her eyes stared at the villagers ahead of her. "You know?" she asked. "When I was younger I assumed that by this age I would have already had an arranged marriage with some lord from another land."
"Really?" Merlin inquired.
"It's what happens to princesses in these lands, and even if I wasn't technically a princess, I still was the king's ward... or that's what I thought back then."
"You would have never agreed to that," he said.
Morgana looked at him. "What if Uther made me?" she asked.
Merlin laughed. "I think we both know that you would have found a way out."
"Probably true," she said, smiling.
Merlin looked away and snorted.
"What?" Morgana inquired.
"I'm sorry, I just pictured you in a fluffy pink dress," he said.
Morgana hit him in the shoulder, but still was smiling.
She waited until Merlin had stopped laughing to talk again.
"I know what you are planning Merlin, it's not going to work," she said.
"Really? Please, enlighten me," he said.
"You want to convince me to desist from attacking Camelot; that's why you came here today, that's why you gave me... this," Morgana said, looking at the box she was still holding.
"I won't lie, that would be nice, but that's not why I'm here," he said.
"Then why are you here Merlin?" she asked, looking at him.
"Because you are my friend and I didn't want you to spend your birthday alone," he said, looking back at her. "And yes, I am aware of how weird that sounds taking in account all we've been through."
"You say you are my friend? Fine, then tell me where Emrys is hiding."
"It doesn't work like that," Merlin said, in a low voice.
"See? This is why I can't trust you."
"If it makes you feel better any I still don't know what you did when you disappeared back in Camelot the day I set you free, can't we call it even?"
"I think your secret outweighs mine."
"I wouldn't know," he said, smiling.
"It doesn't matter. He'll show up, he always does," Morgana said, also in a low voice.
Why was it that every time they were close to understand each other the Emrys topic popped up and ruined everything? Merlin was getting tired of that happening. His head turned to the musicians when they started to play a song he had heard many times as he grew up in Ealdor.
He stood up and looked at Morgana. "Dance with me," he told her, extending his hand.
She looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you serious?" she asked.
"I am," he answered, nodding. "Of course, you would risk being out danced by me, so I can understand if you don't want to."
Morgana let out a laugh. "Do you really think that that will work? That I will dance with you just because you said that?"
Merlin shrugged. "It works with Gwaine," he said, smiling. "Come on," he added, still extending his arm.
She took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "You are crazy," she told him, smiling, as she grabbed his hand and stood up.
The musicians started performing better once they saw that Le Fay and her friend had joined the dancers. They were playing lively music on a lute and a few makeshift drums. Merlin started to move to the music, and to his surprise, Morgana started to follow.
"I have to say, I wouldn't have guessed that you knew how to dance to music like this," Merlin said, in an amusing tone.
"I haven't always lived... there," she said, covertly, just in case any villagers could listen.
The music started to become faster and faster, and the villagers started to clap following the rhythm, while they looked at Merlin and Morgana, who were moving around the dance floor. For as long as the song filled the air, they forgot about Camelot, about the war, about all the madness they had lived through. They were just two people having fun.
A few twirls, and an almost catastrophic lift later, the music stopped and the whole village cheered. Merlin was catching his breath and looking at Morgana while she did the same. After some time, he walk towards her and extended his arm a second time.
"How about one more?" he asked, grinning.
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After they had danced a few more songs and eaten a bit more food, Morgana decided that was time for her to leave. She thanked everyone for what they have done, hugged the kids goodbye, and started walk away with a basket filled with a lot more food than usual. Since it was really heavy, and Merlin had to go that way anyway, they decided that it made sense for they to walk together, so that he could help her carry the food to her cave.
"Won't Arthur wonder where you've been all day?" Morgana asked, noticing how late it was.
"He'll probably assume that I'm in the tavern," Merlin answered.
"It's true," Morgana said, nodding, "I do remember that you used to spend a lot of time there. "
"Did I?" he asked, in an enigmatic tone, raising his eyebrows.
Morgana looked directly at him. "Are you actually telling me that every time Arthur thought you were in the tavern you were in fact using your magic?" she asked, incredulously.
"Not every time, but most of them."
"Unbelievable... Merlin, how many more secrets do you have?"
He let out a small laugh. "Way more than I would like to."
"Anything that concerns me?" Morgana inquired.
"Do you care how I clean Arthur's armor?" Merlin asked, all serious.
"No," she answered, a bit confused.
"Then just one thing," he said, smiling.
"Really? How big of a secret is it?" she asked.
Merlin took a deep breath before answering. "Personally I think it doesn't matter, but you would probably disagree."
"And I suppose that you are not going to tell me what is it."
"It wouldn't be much of a secret if I did."
"You know I could make you to tell me if I wanted to, right?" Morgana said, smirking slightly.
"I thought we were past that," Merlin replied, not really sure if she was joking or not.
"We are," she said, with a smile, "I was just pointing out that maybe telling me that you have a secret that you can't tell me isn't your best idea so far."
"Would you rather I lie to you?"
"Of course not."
"Then I'm afraid this is the best I can do right now," Merlin said, looking away and making a sad smile.
They walked in silence for a few minutes, before Morgana spoke.
"Merlin, what would you say if I asked you to help me conquer Camelot?" she asked, out of the blue.
Hearing that, Merlin almost tripped. He thought for a bit how to answer. "What would you say if I asked you to help me save it?" he finally asked back.
"You've been trying to do that for years now, and still have nothing to show for it. I've actually conquered Camelot. Twice," Morgana said, raising two fingers.
"I will agree that you seem to be very good at taking Camelot, but you are terrible at keeping it."
"That's only because Arthur is still alive, if he was dead I would be the only heir to the throne and no one would oppose me."
"Would you really kill your brother?" Merlin asked, in a serious voice.
Hearing Merlin call Arthur her 'brother' made Morgana stiffen. "If that means stopping the slaughter of our people, then yes," she answered, firmly.
"And still not a week ago you saved his life," Merlin pointed out.
"I've already told you, I was saving Kara," she explained.
He made a sympathetic smile. "Do you really believe that? Can't you accept that maybe, very, very deep inside you, you don't actually want Arthur dead?"
"That's ridiculous. He's everything that's wrong with these lands!"
"You are impossible..." Merlin said, exhaling.
"So that's a no on helping me then?" Morgana asked.
"Sorry," Merlin said, with a smile.
Morgana shrugged. "It's fine, I was expecting that, I just wanted to be sure."
"Do you really think that these are good times to be thinking about that?" Merlin asked. "What about Alvarr? We still don't know what he is planning."
"That's exactly why this is so important!" Morgna exclaimed. "We need magic to fight magic, otherwise Camelot is already lost."
Merlin tilted his head. "You may have a point there. Still no to the whole killing Arthur business though."
"Alright, what about this. We don't kill Arthur, but we force him to abdicate the throne and exile him and Gwen forever..."
"You know they are my friends, right?"
"...of course, we would have to kill Emrys," Morgana continued, focused on her planning, "there is no way he would just accept this without fighting."
Once she had finished, she looked at Merlin expecting an answer, who just shook his head as if it was obvious.
"Well, let me know if you change your mind," she said.
"You too," he answered.
They looked at each other and they both smiled, knowing perfectly that there was no chance the other would actually change its mind.
"We have arrived," Morgana said, looking at a cave ahead of her.
Merlin saw the same cave Mordred had once showed him. "Should I bring the food inside?" he asked, still holding the basket.
"I think it will be best if I take it from here. Aithusa isn't a big fan of strangers."
On one hand Merlin had wanted to see the dragon for some time now, but in the other she would probably recognize him, which would be kind of hard to explain to Morgana. "It's fine," he said, passing Morgana the basket.
They both stood there, still not sure of how to say goodbye to each other.
"Look, Merlin," Morgana said, "when I woke up I was expecting today to be a sad day, a reminder of how alone I was, and somehow you managed to turn it into one of the best days I've had in a long time." She approached to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you," she said, "really."
Merlin would have been less shocked if she had punched him in the face.
"Ehm... You... You are welcome?" he said, in the form of a question for some unknown reason.
She smiled and walked away.
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Far, far away from the land called Albion, there were two kingdoms so large that a dozen Camelots would only occupy a fraction of their territory. Once, a long time ago, those two lands had been at war with each other, but now their kings ruled as brothers, splitting the territory in half.
The King of the West was a man easily mistaken for a giant. His black hair and beard covered most of his face, but left enough room to see his wicked smile every time he killed a man. It was said that not a day went by without him fighting in at least one duel, and of all the men he ever fought, only two were able to defeat him. One of them was sitting right next to him.
The King of the East was someone you could walk by on the street and never notice him. Of short stature and blonde hair, his plain looks were a perfect mask for the monster that resided inside. He was obsessed with the powers behind life and death, and because of his experiments thousands of people had lost their lives... or worse.
The two kings had nothing in common, except for two things: their insatiable thirst for power, and a tattoo on their forearms that showed a dragon biting its own tail. They were the most powerful sorcerers that those lands had ever seen, and no one, ever, dared to defy their will. Together, their power was absolute...
...or at least that's what they had thought until a druid visited them a few months ago.
He had told them the news that they had feared for so long. The legendary Emrys had been born and the time of the prophecy was upon them. The druid talked of a land called Albion and a city called Camelot. Of ancient dragons and powerful seers. Of wars between people who had magic and those who didn't. The kings didn't care for any of this, but they knew that they couldn't let Emrys live, for he threatened everything they had. They had to act now, while his true powers were still dormant.
If all that wasn't bad enough, it seemed that Dragoon himself was also there. For some reason the druid thought that him and Emrys were the same person, but both kings knew perfectly well that it wasn't true; if it were, they wouldn't be alive today.
The druid wasn't alone, he had hundredths of allies back in Albion, some more powerful than others, and he had offered the kings all his men and their knowledge to help defeat Emrys. All he asked in return was that the kings made him the ruler of Albion once Emrys was dead. A small price to pay if he could deliver what he promised.
The kings had already sent a few men to that land and the druid's story checked out. They both stood up at the same time, looked at each other and nodded. It was time.
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A/N: I hope you liked it!
LONGER CHAPTER EVAH!
Ahem...
That was a long chapter... I was almost tempted to cut it in half and make two chapters, but it didn't let me u_u.
Dragoon is alive =D! But he's still not going back to Camelot T_T (I won't lie, in the beginning he was AWOL in less chapters, but new chapters kept appearing in the middle :p).
Unfortunately, we will have to keep guessing how old the characters are. If only Morgana had answered Merlin...
Two new challengers appear! So now they not only have to fight against one Alvarr, but also against two Dragoons... yeah, that seems fair.
ALSO: Brace yourselves, cliffhangers are coming...
EDIT 18/04/2015: I won't be posting any new chapters this week T_T (had a really crazy week and couldn't complete it), so I'll see you all next weekend :p. (I don't know how many of you will actually see this message, but I didn't want to upload a chapter saying that I wasn't going to upload a chapter xD)
Thanks AndreKl, SpanishPlume, JACarter, Lady Flurryous^2, Meri Ley and hithere^2 for the reviews =D
AndreKl = We can only hope... but I have faith in him.
Lady Flurryous = Thanks for both reviews! I'm very glad that you think that this looks like the script of one of the show's episodes because that's what I was aiming for xD.
hithere = I still wished that the creators of the show hadn't felt the need of ending the story as the tales end, because, let be honest, they've changed a LOT of things, so what was one more? xD