So we left off with Merlin flying off on a dragon :S Not exactly what he had planned when he jumped on it's back. Lets find out what happened =)

Have a bit of Arthur's POV in here too. Finally.

R&R if you enjoy!

The people of Camelot looked up towards the sky as they heard a yell coming from one of the dragons. Never had one taken an actual person before and the fact they had taken someone who had never fought a dragon, that wasn't good at all. Even the other dragons looked up to see what the commotion was about.

Without warning the swarm of dragons took off in chase of their friend who had an enemy on their back. None of the people down below could help for they didn't have the technology to reach such heights. All they could do was watch and wait.

Wait to see if they'd ever see Merlin again.

"This isn't good. Stupid idea Merlin. Very stupid."

He was muttering to himself as the dragon took him higher. Merlin didn't have to look back to know the others were following, he could hear the wings beating against the wind as they tried to pick up speed, no doubt intending to finish Merlin off for even daring to touch a dragon. As they broke through the clouds, Merlin held on tighter as he felt his breathing becoming sharper and more quickly. The lack of oxygen at this height beginning to get to him. It wouldn't be long until he was knocked unconscious.

Glancing over his shoulder, he watched the other dragons break the surface of the ocean of clouds and his heart stopped dead in his chest. When they attacked, he never realised how many actually did because they were all over the place. However, all of them were now after him and he knew he was dead. There was no debate about it. He had no chance of beating them all.

Now he had a choice. Should he die by being eaten by a dragon or falling to his death? He didn't like the sound of either of those options to be honest. Each sounded equally as painful. Except he didn't have to make that decision. A black shape shot towards them, at such a speed that Merlin couldn't make out what it was, and knocked into the dragon that Merlin was holding onto. The force was so great that Merlin was thrown off it's back and his body now flew through air as gravity began to take it's hold.

It wasn't long before he fell through the clouds and was greeted by heavy pouring rain that hid how far from the ground he actually was. His arms reached out to the sides and his legs flailed about, he didn't even bother to keep his eyes open. Let death hit him by surprise. That way he didn't have to watch as the ground came to meet him.

Merlin thought this was a rather amusing way to go for someone like him. He'd always thought he'd turn into one of those old people who told the stories of the past to the younger generation when he was older, that was because he'd actually live past thirty and there had to be someone to tell people about the dragons. Now the one person who wasn't even allowed to train to fight dragons was dying because a dragon had flown off with him on it's back. Arthur would be laughing in his sleep no doubt.

Feeling his body turn in the air, he opened his eyes to look at the scene above where the dragons flew after him, each with determination in their eyes to take out their revenge on him. They needn't bother. He'd be dead in a matter of seconds anyway.

That's what he thought until he saw the black shape emerging from the front of the approaching dragons and he recognised who it was. It was his dragon. The one he'd spent seven nights talking too. The one who he'd fed and looked after even though it could have flown off at anytime. Feeling a glimpse of hope that he might survive, he lifted his hand into the air as if reaching out to it, begging it to fly faster. "Come on," he whispered and smiled as it shot past him.

Turning his body midair, Merlin braced himself for impact as his body slammed into the dragon's back and it flew down so to soften the blow. The moment Merlin had a firm hold around it's neck, the dragon shot off to the right and Merlin glanced back to see the dragons still in pursuit. When they had a goal in mind, they really didn't like to give up.

"Good boy," Merlin whispered to his dragon and held on tighter as it turned on it's side to avoid a huge rock sticking out from the ocean they now flew across. He had to say, this dragon certainly kept up to it's reputation, no wonder no one had ever seen it. As the dragons closed in on either side, his dragon suddenly flattened its wings horizontally and caused them to stop suddenly. The attacking dragons flew past them since they hadn't expected to stop so soon and Merlin held his breath as his dragon dropped down so it was closer to the water's surface.

How on earth Merlin was going to explain this to Arthur was beyond him. He couldn't tell the Prince about his dragon, Merlin doubted Arthur would believe him anyway, but there was no other way Merlin could have survived. However he didn't have time to think about that as his dragon now began to fly across the tops of the trees and towards where they'd been hiding out every night. They could survive this. Merlin knew they could. His dragon just needed-

A sound of pain came from the dragon beneath him and he spun his head to see it's tail trapped in another dragons teeth. Merlin held out his hand and yelled, "Líesing." The dragon's jaw opened enough so that his dragon could escape and Merlin gasped as they began to plummet towards the ground. "FLY!" Merlin yelled in desperation and the dragon beat his wings one more time before giving up, however it was enough to cross over the edge of a cliff and Merlin saw they were heading towards a lake. At least that would be softer than hitting the solid ground.

The dragon turned onto it's side as it fell through the air and Merlin took a deep breath as they smashed against the water. Each sinking from the momentum they'd entered with. Opening his eyes as he held onto the dragon, he looked back to see the other dragons flying off away from the water, obviously feeling that the fall had been great enough to kill both their enemies. Merlin released his hold on the dragon's neck and swam away, only to find that his dragon wasn't conscious anymore. Which meant it would drown without Merlin's help.

"Ofstígan," Merlin yelled the words in the water and felt himself shoot out the water. Landing on the ground beside the lake, he spat out the water he'd accidently swallowed whilst speaking and watched as the dragon landed beside him. Lying on his back, Merlin felt his body ache from the strain of holding onto a dragon during flight, the magic he'd just used hadn't helped as he hadn't casted a spell that large in a very long time. He could quite happily lie here for the rest of his life.

Looking over at the dragon, he saw it was looking back at him now and if he didn't know any better, he could have sworn there was gratitude in it's eyes. "We make a good team, don't we?" Merlin teased and found he didn't even have the energy to reach out and touch it. "I think you need a name though. I can't just keep calling you my dragon." Trying to keep himself conscious, he kept talking, hoping that it would be enough to stay away. "What do you think about the name … blacky?" A small sound of disapproval came from the creature. "Okay, how about … Arthur?" Merlin teased.

This time it batted its wing beside Merlin and he laughed, well attempted too before he put a hand to his chest as dizziness washed over him. "I like Kilgharrah," he whispered and waited to hear a complaint from his new friend. However none came. "Kilgharrah it is. How about Kilgh for short?" Closing his eyes to the night sky, he knew fighting sleep was pointless, his body needed to rest. "Kilgh and Merlin. Who would have thought that I would befriend a dragon."

Blackness consumed him as he fell into a deep sleep.

"I think we should send out a search party. He's been gone all night and anything could have happened to him." Arthur stood before his Father as he talked with some of the top dragon fighters around the table. He'd been planning to wait until the meeting was over but somehow he couldn't. Just the thought of Merlin dying alone somewhere made his chest ache.

"For one man? I heard what happened Arthur, there is noway anyone could survive that, let alone this Arlin-"

"Merlin."

"Right, Merlin. He did a noble thing in helping his Prince and he'll be remembered well, however I cannot waste men that are needed here. The dragons are going to attack bigger and faster than before because of what happened and I need the men to protect our island." Uther got to his feet and rested his hands against the table, "If you need a new servant I can organise getting you one."

Merlin had never been his servant. He had been someone who'd been forced to work for Arthur when he wasn't being ordered around by someone else. When Merlin looked back on his life, would he remember being happy? Arthur doubted it. Especially because of him. He'd treated the boy harshly and if he could do it over, he would do so many things differently.

"Arthur. Was that all?" Uther asked.

"Yes, my lord," he replied and bowed his head before leaving the room. If his Father wasn't going to help him, Arthur would round up his own men if he had too, Merlin would be found. He'd risked his life to save Arthur, jumped onto that dragon like it was nothing and now was probably scared out of his mind. Poor defenseless Merlin.

"What did he say?" Will asked from where he stood. He'd introduced himself when Merlin had first been taken, telling Arthur that Merlin was his best friend and that he wanted to help in any attempt to get him back. For some reason Arthur had felt a little serge of jealousy at the thought of those two spending time together but that had been quickly replaced with worry for Merlin.

"He won't help us. If we want to find Merlin, we have to do it ourselves."

Thirty minutes later Arthur was in his chambers and packing a bag with some provisions in, Will was back at his place doing the same. He'd managed to convince Lancelot and Gwaine to come with him. He didn't want to take too many men, otherwise his Father would get suspicious, especially if he came looking for them.

He knew what he was doing was reckless. That he could get himself killed. Except ever since that night, when he'd had Merlin beneath him, he hadn't been able to get him out of his head. He had wanted to ask Merlin what it had meant, why he hadn't pushed Arthur away, if he was feeling what Arthur had been feeling. Maybe now he would never know. Just because he'd been too scared to ask. Never again he'd see that goofy smile that lit up the room.

Arthur owed Merlin his life and for that Arthur would find him.