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"isn't that the same clearing we fought him in?" Said Arthur in disbelief. "Yes, it is big enough for him and it is far enough away, but still close enough that I can reach it quickly. I'll call the dragon in a moment. It sounds unusual to you because it is different from other spells, "warned Merlin. "Merlin, I have no idea about magic. No matter what you do, it will be new to me, "he tried to calm his servant. Merlin didn't quite believe it, as Arthur really hardly knew about sorcery, but at least he had warned him. He couldn't do more. He concentrated and called in a deep and powerful voice: "O drakon, e mal so ftengometta tesd'hup'anankes!" Arthur really hadn't expected THAT. He just stared at Merlin with his mouth open and couldn't utter a word. He winced With his shoulders apologetically and said: "I tried to explain it to you, but I didn't quite succeed. It could be that we have to wait a bit, depending on where Kilgharrah is." After a few minutes it was already closed Realizing that a being was approaching on the horizon. Arthur had suppressed the size of the "great dragon" and had to stifle his instinct to flee with all the willpower he could muster, but he couldn't keep him from sweating profusely. He watched Merlin, who smiled and was delighted to see his friend prepare to land. When the dust settled, Arthur saw the dragon and wizard bow to each other and stand for a very long time ever just stared. It was scary as he didn't know what exactly was happening. "Young magician", the dragon greeted Merlin, "I see you have a lot to report. Young Arthur Pendragon seems to finally know that you are a wizard and I am glad that you did not end up at a stake. To what crisis do I owe it that you called for me? "" There is no greater crisis. Arthur asked to talk to you. I confessed to him yesterday morning that I was a wizard. I didn't know if it wasn't maybe too early or maybe already too late, but I wanted Arthur to find out my secret from me, "Merlin explained. The dragon made a satisfied impression and said: "I am proud of you. You have found the courage, despite your greatest fear, to confide in Arthur. You made the right decision. I fear that new dangers await you and honesty and trust are your strongest protection. "Merlin was used to the dragon always talking in riddles, but that didn't make it any less frustrating. Merlin left it at that. He turned to Arthur and said, "I have just explained the situation to Kilgharrah." With no understanding flashing in Arthur's eyes, Merlin continued, "We have magic and can communicate with each other through thought language." The king looked at the great dragon and didn't know what to say. Since he had previously watched Merlin greet the dragon, Arthur imitated this greeting. The dragon did not show his surprise and greeted the king with the words: "King Arthur Pendragon. I am happy to finally get to know you personally, because that this conversation would take place was only a question of when. I am also pleased that your manners have apparently improved. "The king was amazed. He didn't expect that the dragon's voice would be so pleasant and that it could even speak to him. Not only could one see great knowledge and intelligence in his eyes, but he also had a sense of humor. "Um, I'm working on my manners and I thought it advisable to greet you with respect. But even if Merlin assured me that you were a friend of his, I do not know if you are also a friend of Camelot. You attacked us years ago, causing a lot of pain and death. "Arthur bit his tongue. He hadn't intended to provoke the dragon. However, the latter bowed his head ruefully and said with all sincerity: "My behavior was only guided by revenge, because I assumed that I had nothing else to do. But what would you do if someone hunted and eventually slaughtered everyone you know and love, each one of your kind? If only you were left, cooped up alone in the dark for years and chained up like a wild animal that you are mistaken for. I know my behavior was wrong and is unforgivable but Merlin showed me a mercy that I had not expected. The last Dragonlord spared my life, because he could not bring himself to kill a being with magic like himself. I would help Merlin anytime, not because I have to follow his command, but because he is my friend and he is worthy of my help. To return to your questions: Yes, I am Merlin's friend, and since Merlin is a friend of Camelot, I will not attack Camelot. I will also come to your aid at any time and help you escape."
Arthur just stared at the dragon. Slowly his words seeped into his consciousness. The dragon had consciously saved their lives only a few weeks before. So it was no coincidence that the dragon had come and stood against Agravaine and Helios people.
"Merlin had called you so that we had a chance to escape, and you came to our rescue, not to our ruin! Did you kill my uncle?" Arthur then asked carefully.
"I killed many people that day, but I don't know if your uncle was among them," said the dragon sincerely. At the same time he noticed that Merlin's face was distorted with pain and guilt.
He addressed Merlin in his thoughts: "Merlin, what troubles you?
The dragon answered him in thought. "I killed his uncle. Is it wise to tell him," he asked back uncertainly and told the dragon every detail of the situation.
"As I just mentioned, trust and honesty is the best protection. If he learns it from someone else, it will only sow doubt. Doubts that can end deadly," the dragon replied calmly to the wizard.
Arthur overheard that the dragon and Merlin were apparently exchanging thoughts again. A strange feeling came over him that he could not interpret. No matter what was to come, he was sure that he did not want to know this, and yet... He had not noticed so much over the years, did not know many details of stories he had experienced, so he had to know. "Whatever it is Merlin, please say it," the king demanded.
Merlin looked sadly at Arthur and said softly, "I killed your uncle - with magic.
Arthur had not counted on this. He knew that his uncle had betrayed him and planned his death, but it was still his uncle. And here stood Merlin, confessing that he had killed him with magic.
"Why did you kill him with magic?" At these words Merlin flinched so violently that even the dragon shook from the connection. Arthur was so fixated on Merlin that he didn't even notice.
"I... I had no choice if I was to survive and protect you myself."
"But why? Why by magic? Why not with a sword, as an honorable person does?" Arthur asked without understanding.
Then the dragon could no longer hold on to himself and thundered: "An honorable man? Do you really think that your uncle was an honorable man? Or that people with a sword were more honorable than a wizard with his magic? Do you think that finding death by magic would be more painful than by a sword? Or that one would be less dead by a stroke of the sword than by the oh so despicable magic? Young king, how little do you know about magic and how little do you deserve the loyalty of your friend at this moment. You kill without thinking when you are attacked, am I right? Do you remember the faces of all those you have killed? The answer to that is no, am I right, since you have fought so many battles and battles in your life that you have to lose track. What is wrong with someone using the tools they have to defend themselves? And listen carefully, I said defend, not attack. You were running from your uncle. Merlin stayed behind to give you the opportunity to do this. Do you really think Merlin planned it that way, hiding so he could use magic to kill your uncle behind his back? Unfortunately, Merlin could not shake off the pursuers as he had hoped. He was trapped, apparently unarmed. He warned your uncle several times, but he didn't want to let go of his plan. When he realized that Merlin was a wizard, he allegedly wanted to pull him on his side and reduced the distance between them. When he attacked from behind this time, Merlin defended himself and that was the death of Agravaine.
The dragon continued to hold Arthur captive in his gaze. Small clouds of smoke came out of his nostrils in rage. Arthur lowered his eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry."
The dragon, however, relented: "What exactly are you sorry for? That Merlin was forced to kill to protect you? That you know nothing about magic? Or that you hurt your friend with your thoughtless words?"
"All of the above, but especially the latter. I can't shake off this trained 'magic is evil' that I've been taught all my life. I know now that it's not true, but that's not yet anchored in my subconscious. I'm working on it, but it takes time."
"That's the first meaningful sentence I've heard from you. And now tell me your reason why you wanted to talk to me," the dragon demanded.
"This situation shows me once again that this fate Merlin spoke of cannot mean me. I make mistakes, I know too little about magic, wars and other disasters happen all the time. I definitely cannot be the king who unites Albion and brings peace and prosperity to the people. I came to make sure that Merlin might have just wanted to hear the words and that another king was meant. I am often overwhelmed with the task of protecting my kingdom, how can I do that when all of Albion is affected," Arthur said, full of doubt and concern.
"Arthur Pendragon, it was already your destiny to grow up at this wizard's side to become the former and future king of Albion when you were still in the cradle. You are like two sides of the same coin - two aspects of the same thing - two lives that are inevitably linked. It is your destiny to free magic, and even if you are still hostile to it, you still entrust Merlin with your own life, even though he is a wizard. Merlin was neither punished nor taken prisoner. I see this as the first steps to free magic. There may be a long way to go before then, but you will take it together and ..." Kilgharrah broke off in mid-sentence and looked up into the sky.
On the horizon there was a white spot that came quickly closer. Arthur could slowly see that it had to be another dragon, and a white one at that.
"Uh, Arthur! I should tell you quickly that Kilgharrah is not the last dragon by now, but that another dragon exists. Her name is Aithusa. I did not think she would answer my call. Stand behind me. I have not seen her since your birth, so I don't know how she will react to your presence. I would send you away, but I doubt you would go."
Arthur obeyed reluctantly. He was simply reluctant to have Merlin stand in front of him and thus protect him - that was his role after all. He was the battle-hardened knight and Merlin actually the one who needed protection. In astonishment, he looked up at the approaching point in the sky when a thought came to him, which he said: "You were able to save the egg before the tower collapsed!
Merlin just nodded as he wanted to keep an eye on Aithusa.
The dragon made a landing that was far less elegant than that of the great dragon.
The dragons exchanged for a while, and then Aithusa was curious to know who had actually called her. She could remember that this voice had shown her the way when she hatched. She looked at the small human in front of her. He looked so weak, but she knew that appearances could be deceptive.
"Aithusa," she heard in her thoughts.
The voice did not belong to the great dragon, so it had to come from the Dragonlord. She had just learned this word from the great dragon. She doubted that this tiny creature could dictate to her, but to disregard the words of the other dragon was certainly not wise. The Tiny bowed before her. Yes, she liked that, but it was also funny. He looked at her happily and his face darkened. He opened his mouth and strange noises came out, but she did not understand them. She made herself big and tried to appear scary. There was another one behind the tiny one. This one was a bit bigger and more muscular, but still no danger for her.
Merlin turned to Kilgharrah and asked, "She doesn't understand me?"
Aithusa understood the questioning tone in this question, but she did not fully understand the content.
Slowly Merlin walked towards Aithusa with outstretched hand. She was curious. The touches of Morgana were not unpleasant for her and so she waited calmly. The hand touched her cheek and a warm feeling spread inside her. That was so pleasant. When an image of Morgana came into her mind, she recoiled. She didn't believe that Morgana would approve of this. Merlin also took several steps back and whispered quietly, "Morgana.
Aithusa pricked up her ears. She understood this name and rejoiced. She emitted a small flame and nodded.
Merlin discovered that something was wrong with the white dragon. The scales were no longer as white as before, but rather gray. In his eyes Merlin could see a shadow that he could not explain.
"Kilgharrah, is it possible that the dragon is sick or under some spell of Morgana?"
The great dragon breathed on the white dragon. The dragon looked up and waited anxiously what might happen. Kilgharrah had also noticed that something about the dragon was different. But he could not quite name what it was. He tried to communicate with the white dragon. He succeeded, but the conversation was only possible through images and feelings - words did not really get through. The great dragon often caught the image of Morgana, but the feelings associated with it were very different from Aithusa. She felt joy that she could help Morgana. Apparently the young dragon had saved her life once and thus unconsciously bound himself to the witch. But she was also a bit afraid that Morgana would notice her absence and that she might become evil again. Usually she only disappeared from the cave for a short time so that she could go hunting for a short time. But most of the time she spent in the dark and small cave where Morgana usually waited for her. She was also sad about the fact that Morgana was apparently never happy, but constantly screamed and especially in recent times very often made strange, frightening noises, which made the air crackle and made her scales itch so unpleasantly.
Kilgharrah on the other hand showed Aithusa with images and feelings that he trusted Merlin and would protect him and the king with all his means.
The great dragon turned to Merlin and Arthur again: "I must warn you. Morgana lives. Aithusa saved her some time ago with her magic and thus created a connection between her and Morgana. She has somehow made friends with Morgana, although Aithusa has not yet recognized Morgana's cruelty, since Morgana also considers Aithusa a familiar. Furthermore, Morgana has apparently recently tried out various curses, which most certainly contain despicable spells. You should be especially careful in the near future."
Aithusa watched the two humans and was curious about the other human. Would the touch of the stronger one feel as warm? Slowly she approached Arthur and suddenly looked into the eyes of Merlin. It seemed to her as if he could see through the eyes into her soul. No matter what he might have seen, he took a step

to the side and gave her the way to Arthur.
Merlin whispered to Arthur: "She is curious about you. If she seeks your touch, gently stroke her cheek..."
Arthur was sure that this was not a good idea at all. After all, this was a dragon that apparently sympathized with Morgana. He didn't understand why the other two didn't attack the dragon lady immediately. What were the two thinking? She could break his neck with one bite or let him burst into flames in a moment. He noticed how a bead of sweat from his forehead slowly made its way across his cheek. His hands were also sweaty, yet he did not dare to wipe them on his shirt, as he wanted to avoid unnecessary movements.
The young dragon also bridged the last distance between them and nudged at Arthur's sweaty hand with her nose. He slowly raised his hand to the dragon's cheek and remained in this position.
Aithusa was very pleased with what happened. She enjoyed the warmth and the human made a dignified impression despite his fear. She knew intuitively that this was Arthur - the very person Morgana hated so much. She on the other hand liked him very much. Maybe it was his posture or his eyes, in any case she liked him. But this warm and secure feeling she felt when she touched Merlin did not occur. She suddenly swung around to Merlin and nudged him. He lost his balance and tried to hold on to something. He unexpectedly did not reach into the void and was able to regain his balance, but he was overcome by strong feelings of familiarity and security, so that he gasped for air. He blinked and only now realized that he was holding on to a jag of Aithusa's head and leaning against her neck.
The great dragon watched the scene with hope, but Arthur had mixed feelings. Merlin began to loosen the grip and started to scratch the dragon lady at the back of her head. She emitted a satisfied purr, which turned out to be a deep, humming sound. This was the only sound that could be heard for quite a while. Everyone hung on to his thoughts, while Merlin did not break the physical contact to the young dragon. The big dragon stretched for a while and shook out his wings. Merlin was torn from his thoughts and broke off the crawl. Aithusa snorted discontentedly at first, but she noticed that it was already dawning. She realized how long she had been gone. She quickly rubbed herself against Merlin to say goodbye, sent a short burst of flame in the direction of the dragon and started to fly. Merlin could not keep his balance this time with so much impetuousness and ploped down on his butt. Arthur made some frightened sentences backwards when he saw the flames. He noticed that the big dragon returned the flames, and fear spread within him. It was all so strange to him. He would have liked to have forbidden all this. What you did not understand... that frightened you. Even if he did not like to admit it to himself, he was afraid. But he was able to prevent it from paralyzing him or leading him to rash actions.

"I have hope. Although the young Dragon Lady is naive and may not yet recognize malice, she intuitively seeks closeness to her Dragonlord and shows respect to older people of her race. I try to find her and teach her, if I can. Merlin and Arthur, you have already survived many dangers together. I sense that new challenges await you once again. How close they are I cannot say. The fate of Camelot rests in your hands. Trust each other and learn to understand each other better," said the great dragon, looking deep into Arthur's eyes as he made his last sentence. He spread his wings and took off into the sky.
The two friends looked after the dragon. Merlin turned to Arthur and said, "It is almost light, we should leave quickly before you are missed too much.
Arthur just nodded and the two men set off.
Although Arthur had now spoken with the dragon, he did not understand much more. Why weren't they more suspicious of the other dragon? This question occupied him all the way back until he spoke it out to Merlin.
Merlin looked thoughtfully at Arthur and reported: "I risked my life to save the dragon's egg. I helped give birth to it and gave its name to Aithusa. I feel responsible for her. Furthermore, she is not malicious, but rather curious and seeks warmth and security. I understand your fears. As a dragon she has the power to spread much death and terror, but she can also become a loyal friend. I don't know which way is meant for her, but I will teach and protect her as long as I can. I am the last Dragonlord, so her welfare and protection is my responsibility.
Arthur was unable to respond and they rode back in silence. Although some questions were answered, he felt that at least twice as many had been created in his mind. Now he had heard the dragon's words, but he still couldn't believe that he was to play such an important role. His kingdom reacting often made him desperate, but freeing the magic and uniting Albion - that was too much, he couldn't do it all alone. And yet the thought came from somewhere that he was not alone. This made the king smile and reduced the pressure he felt on his shoulders.