There has to be something in here.
Merlin was looking through his magic book, trying to find a spell that would make the voices go. He couldn't find one. Then he got an idea.
Merlin threw on his jacket and boots and slipped outside the chamber's. He didn't want Gaius to notice he was gone because he'd just stop him from going.
He weaved through the crowd until he was far from Camelot, in a clearing. He started shouting out jibberish and not soon afterwards, he heard a deep roar, and the dragon appeared infront of him.
What is it, young Warlock?
"I don't have much time. I need your help."
Again?
"Yes, I'm sorry. But I can't take it anymore."
What is ill with Camelot?
"Um... It's not so much Camelot..."
Arthur?
"No, it's more... me."
You? This is most amusing! You don't need my help, Merlin. Nothing is wrong with you. You are fine the way you are.
Merlin shook his head. "No one is fine if they're hearing voices."
Voices? Kilgarrah lost all signs of joking.
"Yes. I don't know where they came from or why... but I will surely die if they go on much longer."
This is indeed serious. It is rare for any creature of magic to hear voices unless by enchantment.
"That must be it then. I'm enchanted. Great."
I am affraid that is the conclusion I have come to. How often do they... speak with you?
"All the time. I'm lucky they aren't talking to me now."
Now that you mention it, Merlin. Something is trying to get into your mind. It is strong, but I'll keep it away while we speak.
"Can't you keep it away forever?" Merlin sighed.
I cannot. I can only help you through it. If we discover who is holding the spell, then of course I will help you to destroy the personage responsible.
"Destroy? Isn't that a bit too much?"
Kindness is in your nature, Merlin. But it is them or you.
Merlin thought for a while and there was silence.
I must depart now, young one. I will help, but there is nothing I can do at the present.
"Thank you."
Until we meet again. Oh, I warn you, do not listen to what they say to you. I have heard of similar accounts where listening to what they said, didn't help to say the least.
And then the dragon departed. And voices flooded into Merlin's mind. He sat on the ground with his head in his hands and tryed as best as he could to block the voices out. He tryed to block them out but they knew what he was trying to do and came back harder until Merlin lost it.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD! He screamed. Silence. Then slow laughter as the voices faded.
Merlin shook off his drowsiness and ran back to his room. By the time he was back in his cot, he couldn't even be bothered to breathe from exhaustion.