The green looked away, toward the blue one.

"It's your choice to do now. You have heard every answers and he has asked his own."

The blue rose and walked past of Arthur.

"Follow me." He commanded.

Arthur climbed up and teetered a while. He knew he was unhurt, but his every muscles membered the pain.

"You better hurry." The black one said with laugh and Arthur noticed how the blue was disappearing into the mist.

Arthur had hard time to hold his mouth shut when he glanced over the black. He has finally indentified the voice. It was the same man who had been there. On the Calein Lake.

"Go." The red one said gently and turned toward the black. "Enough, you have done enough already."

Arthur couldn't hear the answer of the black when he followed the blue into the mist. Again there was that blue orb. And the small dragon who screamed for him.

"Aithusa, you are too loud." Arthur could hear the whisper of the blue.

And suddenly he was out of the mist, standing again in the clearing.

There wasn't anyone than the big rock and sword.

Sword in the stone.

Arthur remembered how Merlin was told him a fairy tail about a Sword in the stone.

The dragon flew over the blue and landed on his shoulder and the man spoke.

"That sword is Caledfwlch. Very skilled smith made it and it's forged at the dragon's breath. It's said, that who ever pull it out of the stone, will be the High King of Albion. Once, its means to be you, Arthur Pendragon, now, I'm not so sure. So this is your last test. If you can take it, then Merlin belongs to your side."

Arthur stared the sword. It was real. It really was true.

He turned to see the man behind him.

"Me?"

The blue chuckled.

"You. Go. Try. You have nothing to lose. No anymore."

And Arthur realized that there wasn't any other roads to take. Nothing more left than this.

He walked beside the stone and the sword and he felt like he was standing alone with no direction. His hand reached the sword handle and he though how far he was fall. Was there really hope anymore? Why he was doing this? He was let himself fall down, lost the sense of purpose. Was he really going to regain back someone who was lost because of his choice?

He didn't deserve this opportunity.

And still he pulled the sword out of the stone.

Because it was his destiny.ยจ

His and Merlin's.

And he knew it.

"It really belongs to you Arthur Pendragon, the High King of Albion."

The smirk in that voice woke up Arthur out in his though.

He hesitated, but it seemed like the blue caped man was waiting him to do something.

Arthur walked toward the blue one and stopped front of him. His hand rose and for a moment he hesitated again. The blue did nothing, he just waited.

And Arthur drew his hood aside and gasped.

"Merlin."