A/N HI

First of all, I am sorry for the wait. Three things stopped me writing for ages.

I started my final year at university so much of my time was taken up with a research project for my dissertation. Plus uni dumped a large number of huge assignments on me.

Next I FOUND A JOB! So that is more time away from this fic and my wonderful readers.

Finally, my old laptop decided that it was no longer going to cooperate. It would load up then suddenly I would lose the screen and it ran slower than a slug tied to a rock. I have a new laptop now (thanks to my first wage yaaaaayyyy) but still can't recover what was on my old one yet, including my plot and the half written old version of this chapter. I did save my old chapter/plot list onto a hard drive but I've misplaced it.

I hope I'm forgiven. :D

I am not 100% happy with this chapter. It's not betaed and although I know that this is basically what I planned to happen, I can't remember if that is all. I do think I've forgotten something. I also feel it is rushed.

This chapter is not betaed. I will replace it with the betaed version once that is done, or I may replace it entirely if I find the old one is better. Or I may keep this and add an extra chapter. Don't know yet. I would of left this chapter until I was certain but I wanted to post before 2014.

Any who, that's my ramble over. Thank you to all the patient reviewers, those who have added this to their favourites or alert list, or are just reading. Enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognise. If I did, the final episode would not of been over a year ago.

Chapter 15

It is rare thing when all men, particularly though who were warring but seconds ago, utterly and complete agree on something. Yet when the large, obviously angry dragon landed between the siblings, all agreed on one thing.

Do not move or speak.

And whilst it is rare for one thing to be completely agreed upon, it could be considered a miracle for it to happen twice in succession. So when the high priestess started to laugh joyfully, both Camelotian and the witch's own soldiers, who were starting to regret following her, fully believed she was completely and utterly insane.

"Oh this is glorious." Morgana spread her arms wide as a wide, mad, smile copying the motion of her arms along face. "Even the greatest of the magical beings have come to witness my destined victory. And what a fitting way for our enemy to die, by the fire of the creature his father bragged about capturing."

With that she stopped laughing and pointed at the secretly relieved king, smugness and superiority radiating from her entire being. "Now dragon, finish this false king. Burn him with your glorious flame."

Arthur wondered if it was normal that he had no doubt that Merlin would not attack him. So it was with no surprise that the blonde ruler was the only one not shocked when the legendary reptile levelled the proud sorceress with a flat unimpressed glare and simple commanded "Silence Witch."

Merlin was astounded with his once friends pure arrogance. Sure, she had grown in power since their last encounter, but she would never gain the ability or magic to command the greater creatures of magic, dragons included. Only a Dragonlord came close, and their mastery over their scaled kin only came from the shared bonds.

So it was with great satisfaction Ambrousius watched as the gleeful look drained of her face with the stern command of "Silence Witch."

He could feel the shock of the humans as his words resonated across the field. But no one's shock was greater than the lone females.

"How dare you. I am the high priestess of the old religion. I demand respect; I demand obedience from all who have magic, be they sorcerer or magical creature. I demand your name dragon, and you compliance to my orders!"

How dare she. HOW DARE SHE!

"Pitiful mortal, you dare command me. I shall grant you my name, but not because of your orders but because you need to learn who to respect."

He drew himself to his full height, fully ready to reveal all that he was, without any regrets.

Morgana started at the insolent beast before her. How dare it disobey her, she who was chosen by the triple goddess, one of the most powerful magical deities?

She knew the high creatures owed her respect, for whilst she had only ever encountered the dragons, arguably the most powerful of them, her interactions with Aithusa showed that she would be obeyed.

But this halfwit creature, this scaly monster that was vastly below her, was disobeying her. She demanded the dragon's name, so she would know who would first suffer her wrath when she was crowned.

"Pitiful mortal, you dare command me. I shall grant you my name, but not because of your orders but because you need to learn who to respect."

She would never admit that she was scared when the dragon raised its self to its full height so it towered over her.

"I have many names as I am many things." The black dragon growled. "In this form, I am Ambrousius, the black dragon formed from the soul of a Dragonlord." He reared onto his back legs, wings spread as his eyes flashed golden, causing veins of the matching colour to wind through his scales and wings.

Landing back on his forelegs he continued. "I am also the last of the Dragonlords, son of Balinor, the last son of the dragon kin line of Myrddin." He step back from between the two Pendragons, launching a jet if flame to replace him. The dark fire morphed into a figure of a man with a dragon twirling around its feet.

"The druids call me by my prophetic name, the name spun in stars and songs, in stories that tell the fates of all who stand here. I am Emrys the warlock, borne of magic." The sorcerers gasped in astonishment and awe at the admission, even as they cowered in the knowledge that they have angers the most powerful being who ever, and will ever walk the earth.

The fire man morphed, changing into a figure that for some reason gave hope and warmth to Arthur and the men of Camelot, even as some recognised the silhouette that formed. For the young man and dragon was replaced with an old man in robes, a staff clenched tightly in one hand and a long beard flowing down his chest. It was the figure of a wizard last seen fleeing the chambers of a dying king.

The dragon was not finished. "My final name is the one I feel encompasses me the most. It is the name given to me in the cradle by a single woman missing her love. It is the name of a young farm boy who didn't fit in, the name of a young man who travelled to a city to discover his destiny."

The fire burnt down to embers. "It's the name of a physicians apprentice and a manservant to the once and future king. My name is Merlin!"

a/n:Yeah, I am not sure about this chapter. Still it's written and up there now.

And for those wondering, 'the last son of the dragon kin line of Myrddin' line was an idea which I had but couldn't work into this fic. I put it here as an honourable mention and I have an idea foe it if I make a sequel (It's looking like a good bet but need to work out some huge bugs)

And with that I leave you for the final time in 2013 (in the UK at least already 2014 elsewhere). I leave you with a random fact about me. So happy New Year. Have a fabulous 2014.

My new year's resolution is to make a new year's resolution :D.

See you next year

Owl Mage