A/N: Hello people.

I am so, so, sooooooooo, sorry about the delay. I had Uni combined with writers block/un-wiliness for this fic to end.

You must thank Kripkeisgod. My wonderful Beta bribed me into finishing this before the month. She is also the inspiration behind the 'LOVE OF CAMELOT' bit. I set her a bit to get her opinion and she sent me that as a plea to stop torturing her with bits and get on with it. It worked as a muse. She has also betaed all the unbetaed chapters for me so they are also going up. (chapters 9 to this one)

I will try to get the next chapter written soon but no promises. I have to write battles and try not to make Morgana too much of an idiot. (I can't help it. I love to make fun of her for reasons I can not explain)

Once again fromThank you to all who have reviewed, alerted, faviourited or just plain read this fic. And here it is the chapter!

Chapter 13

Ambrousius was curled up tightly when she found him. The former-big-eared-hatcher-but-now-night-hided-brother smelled strongly of sadness, like he did when he first became a dragon. Aithusia didn't like it when the larger dragon was upset; it meant he wouldn't play with her.

Ambrousius was much more fun than the big-gold-one-Kilgharrah. The ancient dragon was grumpy and boring. He was what the dark-lady called an old goat, which confused Aithusia, as neither Kilgharrah nor the old humans' that the dark lady referred to looked like goats - and they probably didn't taste like goats either.

Not that she had ever tried to take a bite out of Kilgharrah or an old human, she didn't really want to, they most likely tasted of dust. Yuck.

She circled high above Ambrousius, chirping, she was bored and wanted to play - and as the second-most-fun dragon (first place firmly belonged to Ambrousius in the fledglings mind), it was her duty to cheer up her brother and get him to play.

That decided Aithusia circled one last time before diving towards the curled-up dragon.

Ambrousius was aware of Aithusia circling above him, wanting to play, but he honestly couldn't be bothered to entertain the little one. It had been a day since the big reveal and the fall out, and he was still in a bad mood.

After he had finished crying, Kilgharrah had basically grounded the younger dragon, so that he didn't do anything reckless and foolish.

Now normally, he would argue that he would never be reckless and foolish, but then, he had attacked the more experienced creature, so he did the wise thing and held his tongue.

Ambrousius was abruptly brought back from his thoughts when the white dragon crashed into him, barely avoiding his spikes. He stood quickly, and turned to face the younger reptile. However, when he laid eyes on his would-be attacker, he almost laughed.

Aithusia was on her back, legs up in the air and wings spread wide. There was a look of utter confusion upon her features. When she noticed that the black dragon was looking at her, she rolled onto her front to stare up at him with large blue eyes. They stared at one another before the female muttered "Ow".

That was it. Ambrousius flopped to the ground in tears, peals of laughter bursting from him. It felt good to laugh, even though he could still feel the sharp edges of betrayal inside.

From behind him, Kilgharrah emerged, drawn by the laughter of his young friend. He smiled at the two, happy that the darker dragon had been drawn out of his funk.

"YAAAAYYY! You're not sad anymore. You're much more fun when you laugh, so from now on no more sadness. Why were you sad anyway?" The fledgling was bouncing around, weaving between the legs of her 'brother'.

"Well my friend, Arthur, found out that I am a dragon now and got mad. He said I am no longer allowed to go back home to Camelot." Ambrousius explained, feeling sorrow settle back into his soul.

Aithusa obviously felt it to as she promptly nibbled at his toes before staring up at him again.

"No being sad!" She demanded. Ignoring the chuckling Kilgharrah, the white one stared sternly, although in her elders' opinions it was more of a pout, up at the ex-human. Finally getting a nod from the target of her annoyance she asked "Camelot? Is that the big stone den the dark lady talks about. She really doesn't like that place but keeps saying she is going to go there."

Blue-gold and gold eyes locked over the small one's head. Dark Lady?

"Aithusia. Who is this dark lady? Have you been seen by humans?" Kilgharrah asked, slightly panicked.

The addressed child was confused. "The dark lady is my friend. I found her really hurt so I made her better. I promise no one else saw me. When other humans came in I always hid. Why do they keep calling her Morgana? She's not a bright sea, she's a human. Is it like when you kept calling yourself a bird, Ambrousius?"

Said dragon was terrified. "Morgana! I knew she was still alive. We have to stop her."

"Peace young one." Kilgharrah soothed his young ward, "we do not even know where she is."

"But Aithusia does." Ambrousius bent his head down until it was level with the confused white dragon. "Can you take us to Morgana? I mean, the dark lady?"

The youngest reptile started to bounce again. "You want to meet my friend? You will like her, promise! She is really nice and pretty and kind! I can take you to her cave. This way!"

Aithusia launched herself into the air and headed east.

The two older dragons shared a look before following the fledgling into the air, hoping they were not too late.

Arthur surveyed his knights, noting the sombre looks that faced him, looks that hadn't changed even when they had announced the black dragon was gone. He felt as if karma had come back to get him. Ever since yesterday in the clearing with Mer…. No! He refused to think about that.

The king stood, causing his men to fall silent.

"Knights of Camelot. I stand before you with grave news. Sir Hector has reported seeing a large army marching towards Camelot." The blonde man nodded to the mentioned knight, signalling him to report what he saw.

"I was travelling through the white mountains when I saw them. The company was small; maybe 100 men but most of them were sorcerers. I saw them dissemble a camp in seconds, blast rocks out of their way. I believe they are planning to create a new route to surprise us."

Whispers broke out before Percival asked what they were thinking. "If they are creating a new unknown route, how did you discover this?"

No one blamed the large knight for asking. They had been betrayed before, mostly due to the witch that would be leading the army.

Sir Hector turned red. "Well you see, I wasn't really watching where I was going, so I wasn't prepared when my horse reared. I was thrown and rolled down the hill and crashed into two men. They were knocked out and I noticed the red Rowan tree mark. I scouted, discovered their camp and noticed what they were doing. I ran when I heard the watchmen stir."

Everyone relaxed and laughed. Hector was the clumsiest of the knights but also the luckiest, similar to how Merlin was. But he whilst the servant had these incidents every day, Hector's were not as frequent, although they happened enough for his comrades to know and tease him about them.

As the laughter died down Arthur stood again. "We have no idea where Morgana's army will emerge. It is obvious that we will be facing many sorcerers and powerful ones two, but they are nothing compared to the might of Camelot. Tomorrow, we ride out to the planes and prepare our stand."

The warriors cheered before dispersing to prepare. Soon only the original round table knights remained. Gwaine approached the king, a worried look on his face.

"You do know that it was most likely Merlin who stopped the previous attacks don't you?" Gaius had explained to the knights, excluding Arthur, about Merlin's magic and his time in Camelot. The blonde man had stubbornly refused to listen, deep down wanting the explanation from the man himself.

"Merlin is a traitor!" Arthur hissed, dropping his voice so only his brothers in arms could hear him. This earned an eyebrow raise from Leon, who was not fooled by his king's display of hostility.

Gwaine scowled but didn't comment, they had had this argument before after all.

The royal continued. "Even if, and it is a BIG if, he had something to do with the other sorcerer's down fall, it was probably for this own gain. We do not need him, he was not the only one there and we have defeated many a magical foe with steel alone!"

The other's shared looks, much to Arthur's anger. They were not convinced, and deep in his soul, neither was he.

The three dragons landed, the younger more excited than her elders. Aithusia's youthful energy sometimes upset Ambrousius. He barely remembered ever being as happy as a youngling, his childhood was always marred by the shadow of fear that surrounded his small family, the mother and son panicked at the thought of his magic being discovered. The villagers of Ealdor were suspicious the child, his lack of father only making the situation worse.

The lack of a man wasn't too unusual, as many died each year from sickness and starvation, regardless of their spouse's condition. Nor was the fact that Hunith didn't marry, the ceremony only really common among nobility where blood lines were considered near sacred - although the odd farmer and peasant did wed. But these things, combined with Merlin's strange behaviour and elven looks brought whispers of fae, changelings and demons, many avoiding the babe and urging his mother to test him by fire. Only a few fully accepted him, one of them being William's father, who trusted Hunith to nurse his son when the mother passed in child birth.

A full body shudder banished those thoughts, as it always did when they emerged. He hated dwelling on them, hated the fact that they could easily turn him bitter and cold and vengeful. He needed to remember that he was lucky; he still had his life unlike so many others.

"So this is where the witch has been hiding?" his mentor's growl focused his thoughts. He turned his head towards the cave's entrance and searched for sign's of life. But, apart from Aithusia's chirping, there was nothing.

Kilgharrah squeezed his head through the entrance, the only part of either of the two elder dragons that would fit through. When he drew back he was scowling.

"She has been gone for a while. A few days I'd say." The ancient one stated. Ambrousius was about to enquire what they were going to do, when a white blur skidded out of the entrance, upset that her friend was gone.

"Not fair. Dark Lady said she would take me with her when she went to the big stone den. Instead she took those smelly magic users." The young one pouted.

Ambrousius looked away from Aithusia, instead turning to look in the direction of Camelot. "I have to stop her." He flared his wings, ready to launch to the defence of his friend when the gold one asked

"What are you going to do? The young king is just as likely to attack you as the witch's force."

The black dragon growled. "I do not care! He can hurt he all he wishes but he doesn't stand a chance alone. Since the first time I stepped foot in Camelot, you have done nothing but preach to me about my destiny and I swore to protect the clotpole no matter what. No matter my name, be it Merlin, Ambrousius or Emrys, be my form that of man, dragon or worm, I will stand at Arthur's side and damn the consequences!"

Through Ambrousius' speech, the grin on the elders face grew. "Welcome back young one. It is good to see you out of your sulk." The over-grown lizard (at least in Merlin's mind) chuckled at the startled expression on the once-human's features. "You would of failed in your duty if you were not fully back to your old self. You are aware what you must do right?"

Were it not for the fact that the other two were aware that their friend was once human, they would of been forgiven for believing that he was always a fearsome and vengeful dragon.

"Yes, I must kill Morgana."

"NO!"

The older two startled at the little screech, both forgetting that Aithusia was there.

"No, No, NO!" she screamed. "You can't hurt my friend. It's not fair. She hasn't done anything wrong. Why do you have to protect this Arthur. He hurt and upset you! Dark Lady hasn't done anything to me or to you. We should protect her!"

Ambrousius' heart ached. Crouching down to Aithusia's level, he tried to explain.

"Aith, Morgana has hurt a lot of people, and is now on her way to hurt more. We have to stop her. She is not really your friend, she will use you against innocent people if she believes it will help her."

"I don't believe you! I am going to go warn her, seeing as you two are not going to stop!"

With that the fledgling launched sky, only to be startled by a roar.

"Aithusia! I am your Dragonlord, and I forbid you to warn Morgana Pendragon."

It was easy to forget that the black dragon was really a Dragonlord. Aithusia glared at the one she had once called brother before huffing.

"Fine, but I am not staying here." The white one pumped her wings and disappeared from sight.

Kilgharrah sighed. "The foolishness of youth. Go Ambrousius, she will be fine. She is just sulking - she will come around. She is young and innocent, unaware of the truth of the world."

The younger dragon nodded before taking to the skies. He couldn't brood on Aithusia, or how it felt that he was betraying another friend. He had to protect his home.

The world fell silent as the army of sorcerers halted at the crest of a hill. The two armies faced one another, one clad in a uniform of armour and red, the other reeking of leather and magic.

Arthur looked over his men, his heart already mourning those who would most likely loose their lives that day, all for one woman's madness and lust for power. He turned his gaze towards his sister, the sight of her opposing him a familiar by now.

In fact this situation was so similar to the others that he could almost feel Merlin beside him, as he was at every battle and challenge. But that was ridiculous. Merlin was a sorcerer with a snake's tongue, sly and full of lies. All the battles the man had fought were probably just to eliminate the competition and deepen the blonde's trust in him, biding his time until he struck.

He ignored the voice that whispered that Merlin already had plenty of chances. It was just the pre battle rush getting to him. He couldn't be distracted.

The earth seemed to hold it's breath as the king raised his sword high above his head and cried "FOR THE LOVE OF CAMELOT!", his men echoing the words.

An answering battle cry fell from Morgana's lips as the two sides fell upon one another. . .

The battle had begun.

A/N: so there you go Chapter 13. Like I said earlier, the betaed chapters for 9 – 12 are also up. No major changes bar spelling and grammar (My old enemies.)

I also have to ask, is it just Kripke who wants to strangle Aithusia or do other's want to as well?

Fact of the Chapter: You grow by about 8mm (O.3in) every night when you are asleep, but shrink to your former height the following day

Next Chapter has fights between characters, OC's dying and nobody really caring and a certain Dragon returning to Camelot. (Doooo dooo doodedooo doooo Yes that was pathetic :D)