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Chapter forty-six: Dragon lord or dragon rider?

Note:

"Spoken in dragon tongue."

"Spoken in human tongue."

'Telepathic conversation in dragon tongue.'

'Telepathic conversation in human tongue.'

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Merlin stumbled backwards, as he stared at Zafira with a mixture of awe and shock. When he had touched her forehead, their minds had connected. He saw her whole life, he saw and felt everything she had seen and felt. And the same was with Zafira, she had seen all of Merlin's memories and felt everything he had. Merlin stared down at his left palm where a ghostly blue scar, in the shape of a druid dragon rune, had formed.

"Wha-what…. What was that?" Merlin finally gasps, still trying to clear the images he had seen from his mind.

"A bound," Kilgharrah answers. "Between dragon and dragon rider."

"Hang on a moment," Merlin mutters. "I'm a dragon lord, not a dragon rider…. As a matter of fact I've never even heard of dragon riders before!"

Kilgharrah laughs, his deep booming laugh. "Young warlock, dragon riders are dragon lords."

"What?" Comes Merlin's replies.

"There is still much you need to learn, young warlock," Kilgharrah answers, with what could have been a sigh. "In times long past, there was a war between two blood lines…. Both blood lines where dragon lords."

Merlin shrugs. "What does that have to do with dragon lords and dragon riders?"

"Everything, young warlock," Kilgharrah answers. "Imagine you are fighting a dragon lord of a different blood line. What do you think would happen if you commanded a dragon to attack him?"

"He would command the dragon away or order it to stop attacking." Merlin answers.

Kilgharrah nodes. "The war between the blood lines only stopped when both bloodlines died, the battle ranged for nearly a thousand years…. After the battle was over the dragon elders decided something had to be done, so they forged a bound between dragons and their dragon lords."

"And this bound does what?" Merlin asks. "And why has one been created between me and Zafira?"

"I think you'll find, hatchling," Zafira's suddenly speaks. "It's 'Zafira and I'."

"Great," Merlin mutters. "Now I'm getting English lessons off a dragon!... Hang on a second, did you just call me 'hatchling'?"

"I did indeed." Zafira answers.

Kilgharrah coughs slightly to get Merlin's attention before he and Zafira can start arguing. "As I was saying, young warlock, a bound was formed between dragons and dragon lords…. This bound meant that the dragon and dragon lord would become dragon and dragon rider, they would become linked."

"Linked how?" Merlin asks.

"The dragon who is linked with a dragon rider, will only obey the command of their rider…. Even if a dragon lord was to command them, they would not be forced to obey, unless the dragon lord was also their rider."

"And how does that stop bloodlines fighting?" Merlin asks. "It just means they could use their dragons as a weapon, knowing the other dragon lords would not be able to command their dragon to stop!"

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For the next couple of hours, Merlin sat on the ledge high in the White Mountains. Kilgharrah, with the aid of Aithusa and Zafira, was crafting a saddle. Merlin still couldn't work out how Kilgharrah was able to make a saddle for a dragon, but he guessed it had something to do with magic. A first Merlin had refused to let Kilgharrah make a saddle for Zafira, but Kilgharrah had told him he would have to learn to fly on a dragon sooner or later. And apparently ridding Kilgharrah didn't count.

Merlin turned as there was a noise on the cave behind him. Zafira was first to exit the cave, a new saddle on her back. Merlin had to admit the craftsmanship was brilliant, he'd never seen a saddle quite like it and Zafira certainly looked pleased with it. Zafira seemed to be radiating pride, as she approached Merlin.

"Now remember," Kilgharrah tells Merlin. "Grip with your knees, guide her with your thoughts and stay as flat as you can on her back."

"How do you know?" Merlin asks. "You've never ridden a dragon."

Kilgharrah laughs. "Young warlock, I have taught more dragon lord how to fly, than you've had hot meals."

"Is that supposed to reassure me?" Merlin asks, glancing over the ledge he and Zafira would soon be taking off from…. It was a long way down in fact Merlin could just see the tree tops, that appeared out the mist like small hills.

"Nothing will go wrong, as long as you don't panic," Kilgharrah warns him. "Trust your instincts, young warlock, this talent flows through your blood, like it flowed through your fathers' and all your forefathers'."

Merlin takes a deep breath and pulls himself into the saddle on Zafira's back. Zafira shifted impatiently as Merlin gets comfortable.

"Are you ready?" Zafira asks.

"No," Merlin answers. "But let's do this!"

Merlin laid flat against Zafira back as she crouches and pushes off the ledge, Zafira folds her wings in close to her body, as they enter free fall. As they draw closer and closer to the ground, Merlin grips the saddle in fear, but at the last minute Zafira spreads her wings and pulls up. They glide over the tree tops and Merlin can feel his heart beating against his rib cage.

'That,' Merlin grins. 'Was…. I don't know how to explain it!'

Zafira laughs. 'Then let me show you what flying is really like.'

'How?' Merlin asks.

'Just hold on and don't be afraid.' Zafira answers.

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Zafira lands in the court yard outside the tower, much to the surprise of all the people who witnessed her landing.

Merlin jumped down from the saddle. "That was incredible!"

"I am glad you took such pleasure in flying, hatchling." Zafira answers.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Merlin demands. "You're four years older than me at least!"

"In knowledge and wisdom you are still young," Zafira answers. "You have the knowledge of a hatchling."

"Thanks for that complement to my intelligence."

"You are welcome, hatchling." Zafira answers. "Most creatures of magic do not even have the intelligence of a -!"

"I was being sarcastic!" Merlin replies, cutting Zafira off.

Zafira glances at Merlin for a moment. "What is 'sarcastic'?"

"I don't have time to explain," Merlin mutters. "It's basically where you say something, but mean the opposite."

"Humans are stupid."

"We're not all stupid, you know!" Merlin mutters. "Just don't let people, manly Arthur, hear you say that, they take it awfully personally... I don't think many people would like to be compared to a hatchling or be called stupid. I for one don't."

"But you are a creature lf magic, not a human…. For a creature of magic to be told they have the intelligence of a hatchling is an honour."

"What about people?" Merlin asks. "Could they have the intelligence of a hatchling?"

Zafira turns her head to the side slightly. "No human could ever be as intelligent as a dragon, or that of a hatchling... Hatchlings are born with knowledge beyond any knowledge a human would be capable of learning in ten lifetimes."

"For such an intelligent creature, you know little to nothing about people." Merlin mutters, shaking his head. "You better get out of here, Zafira, quite a crowd is gathering."

Zafira nodes. "Good day, hatchling…. Simply call if you need my aid."

"I will." Merlin answers, with a roll of his eyes. As long as Arthur never found out his new nickname was hatchling, he'd be fine.

Merlin stepped back as Zafira took to the air in one powerful leap. Merlin watched as she vanished into the clouds far above in a matter of moments, she hadn't seemed to be going that fast when he'd been riding her, but she must have been.

"Merlin!" a voice calls behind him.

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"What!?" Merlin exclaimed.

Bercilak glances at Merlin, who had stopped walking. "The head councilman ordered that messages be sent to every kingdom, apart form Amata and Camelot, to offer peace…. In hope it would stop King Sarrum from attacking us."

"Then they're as stupid as Zafira believes people to be," Merlin shakes his head. "Do they know anything about ruling a kingdom?"

Bercilak raises an eyebrow. Merlin used to be Arthur Pendragon's servant, but that didn't mean he knew how to run a kingdom. "Do you now anything about ruling a kingdom?"

"A lot more than the council it would appear." Merlin answers, running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath.

"So what do you plan on doing?" Bercilak asks. "The messaged were sent out this morning it's quite possible you'll be able to catch up with them."

Merlin shakes his head. "To use magic to teleport over such a great distance in such a short time…. I not even sure if I'm capable of doing that many teleportation spells... I'd be using more teleportation spells, in a matter of hour, than I have ever cast before."

"What of the dragons?" Bercilak asks.

"If I flew a dragon into a kingdom, a dragon everyone thinks died at Arthur's hand, could be seen as an act of war…. Plus if the kingdoms don't know Kilgharrah rumoured dead, they'll know about Kilgharrah attacking Camelot."

"How many kingdoms believe Arthur killed the dragon?" Bercilak asked, he for one knew a person of no magic skills or weapons could slay a dragon…. Even normal magic couldn't kill a dragon!

"All those who have an alliance with Camelot," Merlin answered. "All the five kingdoms believe the great dragon to be dead…. Stories would have travelled throughout most of the kingdoms, Prince Arthur killing a dragon is story I'm sure many would tell an even more would listen too."

Bercilak nodes. "What about…?"

"Zafira?" Merlin guessed.

Bercilak nodes. "Could you not fly her?"

Merlin shakes his head. "As fast as dragons can fly, we would only be able to stop half the messenger…. Plus if news spread that a second dragon had been sighted, King Sarrum would hear about it and that is the last thing we need."

"Isn't Aithusa the second dragon?"

"Aithusa is the third dragon, he was hatched not long after Uthur died," Merlin explained. "Zafira was the last dragon to be hatched before the great purge started…. Plus no one has seen Aithusa outside of this kingdom, most people would mistake him for a bird or a baby wyvern, if they had seen him."

Bercilak sighs. "So the council trying to stop a war, could have caused one?"

"When you rule a kingdom," Merlin explains. "You cannot show your kingdom to be weak. The council have made our kingdom appear weak."

"How have they made us appear weak?" Bercilak asks.

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Merlin stood in the council hall, the council had gathered, along with members of the war council who weren't members of the normal council and Merlin couldn't help but feel disappointed. Of all the members of the council here, none of them had even realised the mistake they had made sending messengers to all the kingdoms.

'How is your wife, Merlin Emrys?' a voice in his head asks.

Merlin glanced round to see Iseldir at the other end of the hall. 'She is well.'

'Why isn't she attending the council with you?'

'She is with my mother and Alice,' Merlin answers. 'We thought it better she spends time with them, than to attend the council before it is known by all that she is my wife.'

Iseldir nodes slightly. 'We have planned for a druid hand fasting ceremony to take place the morning after tomorrow.'

Merlin frowns. 'I thought the ceremony would be held after the war is over.'

'It is better if the ceremony is held before,' Iseldir answers. 'Many will not be returning from the upcoming battles.'

Merlin shuddered remembering how many would not return from this upcoming battle. 'I'm sure Freya will not mind…. In Avalon she was slightly disappointed we didn't have a druid styled hand fasting or wedding ceremony.'

Iseldir thinks for a moment. 'Her mother was a druid, it's no surprise she is educated in the ways of the druids.'

Merlin raises an eyebrow. 'How did you know her mother was a druid?'

'When she was cursed, I visited the camp she was staying with, to aid them in finding a way of breaking the curse.' Iseldir answers. 'I was told by the camps' elder, that her mother had once been a part of their camp…. Before she married a fisherman from a nearby village.'

'How do you remember her?' Merlin asks. 'You must have helped hundreds of people since you meet her.'

Iseldir smiled slightly. 'Like you, Merlin Emrys, she is destined for great things. The lady of the lake is a part of your prophecy and destiny…. The two of you will do great things and they will be remembered until the end of time.'

Merlin sighs. 'How much of my life is my own? It seems the prophecy has my whole life planned out for me and I have no say in the matter.'

'The prophecy was simple one of many paths you could have taken,' Iseldir answers. 'You could have chosen to leave Camelot all those years ago and never helped Arthur…. You could have let him die. You saved Uthur's life more than once and that had nothing to do with the prophecy…. The choices you have made just happen to be that of what the prophecy states.'

'But Kilgharrah said no one can escape their destiny, even if they wished too,' Merlin answers. 'Was he lying?'

Iseldir shakes his head. 'He was not, but everyone has more than one destiny, they simply choice which one they want to achieve…. Kilgharrah simply guided you down the path he felt would have the least bloodshed and suffering.'

'If he hadn't…. I could have been like Morgana.' Merlin mutters. 'I would have had no hope of Arthur uniting the lands and magic one day being freed…. I could have let my fear and hate corrupt me, believing all hope was lost.'

'There was more than one way to return magic to this land,' Iseldir answers. 'The path you chose, with Kilgharrah guidance, I feel was the best…. Many have died, but many more could have died if you had taken a different path.'

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All Merlin could do was simply stare at the head councilman for a moment. Merlin just couldn't believe how he failed to understand what he had ordered could start a war.

"Merlin Emrys my decision was made for the good of this kingdom."

Merlin shakes his head. "You may believe what you did will benefit this kingdom…. But it will not."

Other members of the council mutter among themselves, as the head council man watches Merlin. "How will not be for the good of this kingdom?"

"Because what you have done," Merlin answered. "Is make us look weak."

"We are not weak." The head councilman answers.

"We are not," Merlin agrees. "But you have made us appear so."

"And how have I done that?"

Merlin sighs, maybe it was because not many had worked in a royal court before and had only followed the laws of the old religion, but Merlin really couldn't understand why none of them had seen the mistake in what they had done. Taking a deep breath, Merlin answered.

"You have sent an offer of peace and alliance to every kingdom in Albion, bar Amata and Camelot…. We are a kingdom that has only been created little more than a week. This alone makes us appear weak, a kingdom formed from scratch is going to be weak." Merlin explains. "We know King Sarrum is going to declare war on us, everyone who knows of King Sarrum's hatred of magic is going to know he'll declare war on us."

"King Sarrum declaring was on us, does not make us appear weak," The head councilman answers. "If anything, it means we are a threat and King Sarrum wants to get rid of us."

Merlin shakes his head. "We have asked every kingdom other than Amata and Camelot for an alliance! To king Sarrum this will make us appear weak!"

"Asking other kingdoms for alliance is not a sign of weakness." The head councilman answers. "An alliance is simply formed to stop wars between the two kingdoms."

Merlin nodes. "That is true, but a kingdom will usually ask for alliance if they are to poor or weak to survive a war with that kingdom…. Of course it turn this makes both kingdoms richer, with trade and such."

The head councilman thinks for a moment. "That is the whole reason we asked for alliance with other kingdoms, we cannot afford to fight two wars at once if we wish to beat Mordred."

"And to king Sarrum it will appear we are too weak to win and war against him so we are trying to form as many allies as possible." Merlin explains. "If King Arthur agrees to King Sarrum's treaty we will be at war with him as well…. All we can do is hope King Arthur refuses the treaty with King Sarrum."

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Merlin made it half way up the tower, towards Alice and his mother's room, when Daegal crashes into him as he runs down the stairs and almost knocks him over.

"MERLIN!" Daegal exclaimed. "I've been looking for you!"

"Make this quick," Merlin pleads. "I've just spent the last two hours talking about war plans with the council, after having to explain why King Sarrum might declare war…. All I want now is nice hot bath and some sleep!"

Daegal shifts slightly. "Well…. Umm…. That might have to wait."

"Why?" Merlin sighs, would he ever get a moments peace around here, it was almost as bad as working as Arthur servant!

"Well early, me, Kara, Sefa and Bercilak were on patrol and we were attacked by some Orcs." Daegal explains. "We believe they were acting under Jared orders."

"So you want me to go and look?" Merlin questions.

Daegal shakes his head. "We want you to join us…. We're going back out there to see if we can find any glues to if it was Jared's attack."

Merlin sighs. "When are you leaving?"

"Now." Daegal answers.

"Will I ever get a moments peace?" Merlin mutters.

Daegal smiles. "We won't be gone that long, we're only going as far as the border."

"You do know this could be a trap?" Merlin asks. "This could have been planned, we could be walking straight into a trap."

"Why do you think it could be a trap?" Daegal asks.

"Because as stupid as Jared appears," Merlin replies. "Even I know if he wanted you dead, you'd be dead, Jared has strong magic…. He almost killed Finna. And for all we know this might not be him at all."

"Who else would be able to command Orcs?" Daegal asks.

"Anyone who works for Mordred or has powerful magic," Merlin answers. "Orcs are created by magic. If I knew the right spell I'd be able to create them."

Daegal thinks for a moment. "If they were created by magic, won't we have to use enchanted weapons to kill them?"

"Our weapons are still enchanted from when we hunted the change-wings, so that won't be a problem... I just have a horrible feeling were going to be walking straight into a trap."

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"So," Eira asks. "What are we up against?"

Bercilak glances at her. "I'm not sure, when we were on patrol it was just some Orcs, but there could be more than that."

"Well I must say," Tyr speaks up. "I agree with Merlin…. This sounds like a trap."

"How does a few Orcs sound like a trap?" Gilli asks. "For all we know it could have been a patrol sent by Mordred to try on spy one us."

Sefa shakes her head. "What would a patrol be doing on this side of the tower? Camlann is on the opposite side of the tower to us."

"They could have been sent to spy on the other kingdoms." Kara speaks up.

"Why though?" Daegal asks.

"So Mordred knows what type of power he will need to raise them to the ground." Merlin answers.

Freya nodes in agreement. "If Mordred wins this war, he'll destroy everything…. He'll want to know how easy or hard it will be to destroy those who have little to no magic."

Merlin glances at her and smiles slightly. After Daegal had told him, he was needed on patrol, Merlin had gone to tell Freya where he was going and that he may not be back until late. The moment Freya knew there was a chance he'd get hurt and could be walking straight into a trap, she had refused to let him go on his own…. Merlin had explained he wouldn't be alone, but Freya still demanded she come with him and Merlin knowing he couldn't won the argument agreed.

"How do you know so much about this war?" Gilli asks.

Freya smiled slightly. "Merlin explained what's happening."

Gilli glances at Merlin. "And there I was thinking you were having a good time in Avalon, when you were in fact talking about war and matters of state."

"We did have a good time Gilli," Merlin rolls his eyes. "But Freya would have been returning to kingdom that was at war, she needed to know about it."

Eira glances at Gilli. "Anyone would think you didn't know a thing about war, Gilli."

"I don't." Gilli answers. "I've only ever thought in single combat, remember?"

Sefa sighs. "There are a lot of us here who have never been to war before, or fought in a battle before…. We're not soldiers."

"No," Tyr agrees. "But we are people fighting for our survival."

"Our freedom." Bercilak adds.

"Our lives." Kara agrees.

"As where Mordred is only fighting for power," Daegal mutters. "He if driven by hatred."

Merlin nodes. "We're fighting to protect everything we care about."

"And that's what makes us stronger." Freya agrees.

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"This is where we were attacked," Sefa mutters, glancing around the small clearing. "They came out the trees over there."

Merlin and Gilli both check the ground, but the tracks were a mess, you just couldn't make anything out…. Not even which direction the Orcs had come from.

Merlin glances around. "The tracks are too muddled to make anything out, but I think it's fair to say the only things that passed this way were Orcs."

"There would have to have been more than six or seven Orcs," Gilli adds. "This ground is so trampled…. It's like they have been running backwards from one side of the clearing to the other."

"So which way should we go?" Kara asks.

"I don't know," Merlin answers getting to his feet and taking Freya's hand. "Tyr could you possible ask the animals if they have seen anything?"

Tyr nodes and falls silent for a moment. "It's strange, I can't contact any animals or sense any nearby."

"And I think I know why." Bercilak answers.

"Why?" Daegal asks.

"Look at this," Bercilak points to the ground, where a rune is carved into the soil.

Merlin glances round and mutters. "Is it just me or does it feel like we're being watched?"

"What is that?" Eira asks, making her way over to Bercilak completely ignoring Merlin. "I've never seen a rune like it."

Freya grips Merlin's hand. "I have…. It's a rune druids use to protect sacred sites, like burial grounds or shrines. It scares off animals and stops them disturbing the area."

"So what's it doing here?" Tyr asks.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" a voice asks behind them mocks.

Spinning round they find Jared and a large band of Orcs standing behind them, everyone quickly draws their weapons, apart from Merlin and Freya who raise their hands, ready to use magic.

"Well," Merlin mutters. "That answers my question, we were being watched."

"Arrr, if it isn't the druid boy," Jared growls. "You and your friends here, have caused me far too much trouble."

"What do you want, Jared?" Merlin asks.

"Well for a start I want to know where I can find Merlin Emrys," Jared spat. "I've been ordered by Mordred to kill him."

Gilli couldn't help but grin. "What makes you think we'll tell you where Merlin is?"

"We're all far too loyal." Eira adds, glancing at Merlin, who couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Jared glares at them for a moment. "Kill them!" He orders the Orcs.

The Orcs move forward, but before they even get close they are engulfed in white hot flames.

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Gilli was the first to recover from the shook of seeing a third dragon.

"Wow," he mutters, glancing at Merlin. "That is one powerful looking dragon."

"I like him." Zafira speaks.

Merlin rolled his eyes. "Of corset you do; everyone enjoys flattery."

"What?" Gilli asks. "Did you just speak dragon?"

Merlin rolls his eyes slightly. "What else would I have been speaking to a dragon?"

"What's its name?" Daegal asks.

Zafira growls at him. "I am not an 'it', I am a dragon."

Daegal takes a step back and watches Zafira as if she might attack him any moment, which was quite possible, being called an 'it' was quite insulting.

Merlin smiles. "Her name of Zafira."

"That's a beautiful name," Freya smiles. "What does it mean?"

Zafira bows her head. "Lady Freya, my name means the light of five stars in dragon tongue or victory in the human tongue."

Freya glances at Merlin. "What did she say?"

"Her name means the light of five stars in dragon tongue or victory in human tongue."

Eira glances at Merlin. "Where did she come from? I was led to believe Kilgharrah and Aithusa were the last of the dragons."

"She escaped the great purge," Merlin answers. "And fled to the lands beyond the seas…. She was believed dead by Kilgharrah, hence why people believe only he and Aithusa are the last of the dragons."

Bercilak speaks up suddenly. "Do you think we should try and track Jared down?"

"No," Kara shakes her head. "He could lead us into another trap."

"But he could go back to Mordred." Sefa points out.

"Then we don't have to worry about him," Merlin mutters. "Mordred hates humans…. He only letting people like Jared help him, while they are useful. Jared is no longer any use to Mordred, he been found out."

"Mordred will kill him," Gilli mutters. "If he returns to him."

Bercilak thinks for a moment. "He could gather a group of Orcs, like he did here…. Tracking him down might stop him doing that, plus the council want to, be put before the court."

"But not today." Merlin mutters.

"It's getting late," Freya adds. "This part of the forest will be dark soon and who knows what other plans Jared has."

Zafira glances at Merlin. "I can track Jared down if you wish, his magic will be unable to harm me."

"Find him if you want," Merlin answers. "But do not let him see you. If you can keep us informed of his movements it will be a great help…. As for his magic, I have no idea what it's capable of, he, like Mordred, has stolen the power of other sorcerers…. He could have stolen the power of a dragon lord, how ever unlikely that may be, just be careful."

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Next up is his father's son and a servant of two masters, which should be up by Monday. I hope you liked that chapter and sorry it's up a day late. In answer to your questions Quill, I am a huge fan of the inheritance cycle and I put voodoo down as dark/black magic because I couldn't remember any other forms of dark magic :/

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