All Kilgharrah could feel was the darkness and the cold. He'd been trapped down here for years, forgotten in the dark, by even Uther. Even the guards had been ordered away from the gates and most people had never even known that there was a cavern underneath Camelot, never mind one that was currently housing a dragon.

Kilgharrah roared in fury, alone in the darkness, golden eyes glinting, as if by magic, in the reflection of light that did not exist.

And behind the golden irises came the flashes of colour and memory of a future that was yet to pass.