Merlin stood over the man who had flown back at his spell. Well, he knew he still could use his magic and he knew it was his magic he had used. There had been the familiar warmth as it welled up within him and blown the man off his feet.

He knelt down and stripped the man of his clothes and weapons, then put on the clothes that were much too big on Morgana's body. He was sure he looked funny, but at least he knew he wouldn't trip anymore with trousers on. The sword was much too big and heavy for Morgana's body, but he kept it anyway; it was better than nothing. He left the man naked except for Morgana's dress draped over his bottom half. If he woke up, he didn't want him to be too embarrassed, even if he deserved it.

Steadying himself, he started towards Camelot, hoping the man didn't have any friends lurking nearby.

While traveling he started to plan his strategy. He shouldn't use his magic on Morgana, she still didn't know he had any, and she would know that it wasn't her own magic that was being used. He could use it getting into Camelot. Everyone would think it was just Morgana. The next step was to find Arthur and convince him that he wasn't Morgana. Yeah, maybe not. He should probably start with Gaius. He was least likely to attack him and he knew Merlin the most, so hopefully he would be able to see his apprentice beneath the skin.

Yeah, that's what he would do. Get Gaius on his side, then see if he had any spells to reverse the effects. Actually, Merlin stopped, Kilgharrah would probably know a spell or something that would give him back his body.

Arching back his head he screamed up to the sky, "O drakon, e male so ftengometta tesd'hup'anankes!"

A few minutes later he heard the pounding of The Great Dragon's wings on the air and watched as the dragon descended and landed before him.

Kilgharrah arched up his brows as he looked down at Merlin, "I heard Merlin call me, but I see Morgana before me. Tell me, warlock, how did this happen?"

"I don't know. I just woke up like this." Merlin scowled up at the dragon who had started laughing, "It really isn't funny, you know."

"I'm sorry, young warlock, but it is." He chuckled, his eyes closed and his body shaking in mirth. Merlin sighed, waiting for the dragon to stop laughing at his predicament. Once the dragon had calmed down he spoke before Merlin could, "I know what you are about to ask, but I'm afraid I cannot help you. All I can give is this. You must defeat Morgana to regain your body, but be warned, do not harm your body, for what you do to it hurts only yourself and not Morgana inside it."

"What does that mean? Do I have to knock her unconscious in my own body?"

"Yes. You could do that."

"What's the other option?"

The dragon smiled, "You could be rid of her forever if you kill her body, but I already know you won't do that."

"You're right. I can't. Not in cold blood."

"Sometimes you're too honorable, young warlock. That is one of your flaws." He lifted his wings to take off, "Good luck." He said and chuckled one last time before he beat his wings and lifted up into the air.

"Yeah." Merlin cried after him, "Thanks a lot." He sighed. This was going to be difficult.