I know, another short update. :( I was busier today than I expected. Anyway, I don't own Merlin, PLEASE tell me what you think, and I hope you enjoy. :)
"You're a dragonlord." Mordred gaped a little. "But I heard the last one was killed a couple years ago When the great dragon attacked Camelot."
Merlin turned his head so Mordred wouldn't see how he was struggling to keep his composure.
"The gift of the Dragonlord is passed down from father to son in death." he replied a little thickly.
"Will Arthur never know how much you have given up for him?" Mordred softly shook his head. Before Merlin could reply the trees began to rustle in a sudden breeze. The young druid looked up just in time to see Kilgharra swoop overhead, blocking out the moonlight as effectively as a rainstorm. Mordred stumbled back as the great dragon landed and eyed him with hostility.
"What are you doing with him Merlin?" Kilgharra lowered his head threateningly. Merlin stepped in front of Mordred and spread his arms defensively.
"Do not harm him. He came with a message." Seeing Merlin's intentions the great beast reluctantly stepped back. "The Fates have determined to interfere with Camelot. I need to know how to stop it." Merlin continued.
"I could have informed of that without you going to such dubious messengers, Merlin."
"But what about the Fates?" Merlin asked impatiently.
"There is no way to stop them. You must convince Arthur that magic can be used for good before they bring ruin on Camelot. You must go, now. Arthur will require protection at all times." The young man snorted.
"Nothing new there." He turned and was walking back in the direction of Camelot's spires when a sudden cry alarm made him whirl around. Mordred was pinned beneath Kilgharra's massive claws, staring wildly up toward the dragon great jaws inches from his face.
"No! Stop!" Merlin cried desperately. "Don't harm him!"
"He is destined to kill the One-and-Future-King! He must die for Arthur's safety!" Kilgharra hissed angrily.
"Release him!"
"But Merlin!-"
"Nun de ge dei s'eikein kai emois epe'essin hepesthai!" Merlin roared furiously. The great dragon bowed, and reluctantly released Mordred, giving him one last scathing look before turning to Merlin.
"Do not be fooled by him Merlin. You know what shall come to pass if he lives."
"Enough, Kilgharra. He hadn't known his destiny till tonight. He is more loyal to Arthur than you!"
"Now the Fates have meddled in Destiny, there is no telling what will come to pass." Kilgharra turned and lifted into the sky, circling once before heading to the north. Merlin R]ran to the young druid lying stunned on the grass.
"Mordred! Are you alright?"
"I believe so." Mordred sat up slowly and held his head in his hands, "If my head would stop spinning I might be able to check." He chuckled weakly then looked at Merlin.
"Thank you Merlin. You saved my life. If you hadn't saved me I believe the Great Dragon would have eaten me whole." Merlin shook his head, smiling wryly.
"No, Kigharra doesn't eat people." He offered his hand to Mordred, who took it and pulled himself up for a moment, before stumbling and falling to the ground.
"It's nothing." He said quickly, noting Merlin's worried expression. "I think I must have sprained my ankle when Kigharra pinned me down." Merlin groaned.
"We're almost a mile from Camelot. Can you walk?"
Three hours later they had reached the metal grate Merlin used to sneak in and out of Camelot. Mordred flopped down on the ground the moment they were inside.
"I remember this place." he noted, rubbing his swollen ankle softly. "This is where Prince Arthur took me out of Camelot." Merlin nodded shortly, remembering that night. As if reading his thoughts Mordred asked softly.
"Is that why you almost didn't come for us? Because you knew I was destined to kill Arthur?"
"Yes."
"What changed? Why are you helping me?"
"Maybe," Merlin spoke hesitantly. "Kilgharra said that Destiny was shaken by the Fates. Perhaps yours can be thwarted." He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. "We should keep moving. I want a few hours of sleep before I have to wake King Cabbage-head." Mordred stood, using the wall as a support. They quickly moved through the lower levels of the castle, Merlin distracting the few guards that weren't asleep, and they made it to Gaius' chambers just as the sun was lightening the Eastern sky.
DUN-DUN-DUN.
I didn't get to the cliff hanger I wanted, but anyway. The next chapter will be fun to write. Again, please tell me what you think. If you notice any errors, feel free to point them out and I'll try to fix them.