I do not own Merlin.
I am also sorry for the abandonment of this story, but I'm afraid life gets in the way.
Merlin's head turned towards Morgana, his shining blue eyes caught her deep green ones, he almost whispered the word as a question, "Dragon?" Morgana paled slightly her breath almost held in the second, "Aithusa, she, we found each other in dark". "Is she safe?" he asked concern and shame running through his body, his eyes gazing down to the rough sheet. "I have failed her" he all but breathed, Morgana's hug tightened around his body in order to comfort him, "She is out hunting, she will be back by morning" was the reply soft and low like a small gust of wind.
In Camelot Arthur was pacing a run into the grey stone slabs of the floor of his chamber, his mind moving faster than a stampeding stallion, his thoughts left his mouth rebounding off the walls and returning to his mind "Magic is evil, but Merlin isn't, was I wrong? Was my father wrong? Is Merlin safe?" he grabbed his goblet full of water clear as crystal and cool in the shadowed stones of the castle, in confusion he threw it hard against the wall the water flying through the air the whole becoming droplets as it fell, the metal caving in on itself as a dint formed. In the quick moment after in a breath, Arthur knew that it was a childish act, but it helped relieve a wave of anger he did not know he was holding. Merlin had saved him, he had sacrificed so much and had even fought against Morgana, Arthur's mind recalled so many moments where Merlin was missing, was supposedly in the tavern or was acting the fool and realised it was an act to hide his sacrifices and use of magic. At that moment Arthur offered a silent prayer and promise if Merlin returned, he would be forgiven and magic would be allowed in the land.