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With might and main, he concentrated on the almighty, Magical creature he was about to call. He was the only one in the whole world who was able to do that, thanks to the ability he'd inherited from his father.
The Dragonlord swallowed, closed his eyes and gathered all the Magic he had in his throat, so he got the strange sense his Adam's apple was at the point of exploding. However, he kept heaping up Magic, until it indeed came to an outburst.
"Dragon!" he shouted, with a Magical, reinforced voice, blaring through the woods. "Dragon!" It heard him, he could feel his presence. "Dragon!" Merlin raged once again, to underline the urgency of his cries.
Merlin wondered if the Great Dragon always stayed close to Camelot, or if he could just fly really fast, 'cause some moments later, the grand, scaled, copper-coloured Dragon, with the golden eyes, was already landing on the ground. After all those years, Merlin still didn't feel comfortable in the presence of the Great Dragon, that was listening to the name Kilgharrah.
"You have called me, young warlock", the Dragon said, with his Magical voice and eternal smirk -revealing his sharp teeth- which Merlin didn't like at all, though he'd got used to it.
"I need some answers", Merlin said, on a powerful tone. Every time he was in the company of the Dragon, he tried to appear much braver and stronger than he actually felt, although he knew he was the Dragon's superior. But still, the creature gave him shivers.
"And what are the questions that need to be answered?" the Dragon asked, with his big jaws imminently close to Merlin's face, but the young sorcerer didn't get intimidated and kept on staring into the Dragon's amber-coloured eyes.
"Before I ask them, you have to give me your word you'll answer them properly", Merlin commanded.
"Didn't I do so in the past?" the Dragon demanded, with something that had to pass for an innocent tone.
"No", Merlin thought. He wasn't forgotten the Dragon had ran amok some years back, which had caused the death of many poor souls in Camelot. "I just want to make sure," Merlin said however, diplomatically, "it's about an important matter, and I require to hear the truth." The harshness of his voice surprised him and made him think of king Uther. But he repressed those thoughts, because he had a very good reason to force the Dragon.
"Very well," Kilgharrah said, still with the same smirk, "I promise."
"Swear to it!" Merlin forced, as he wasn't convinced at all. He felt the Magic flowing through his body when he ordered the Dragon, and he knew that was the sign his forces as a Dragonlord were in action. Now Kilgharrah couldn't refuse any more, he couldn't withstand a Dragonlord.
"I swear it", the Dragon growled, with a bad grace, but this time, Merlin was assured that Kilgharrah would be sincere.
"I dream about me and her", Merlin spoke. He knew he didn't have to say any names, as Kilgharrah would understand instantly whom he was referring to.
And he did, and astonishingly, he laughed.
"That doesn't surprise me," he told, after seeing Merlin's amazed look, "you are joined forever. She is the Darkness to your Light."
"I've heard that before," Merlin said, frustrated, "but that doesn't explain why I have those dreams."
"That's because you are joined", the Dragon answered simply.
"How?" Merlin asked, annoyed he still didn't have a proper reply. "in the meantime, I already started to realise she's the Darkness to my Light, and the Hatred to my Love."
"And that's the Bond between you two", the Dragon said, and if he would've had clearly visible shoulders, he would've shrugged.
Merlin shove his feet. He still wasn't happy with the response he'd got, and he didn't make a secret of it.
"Do you want to know more, young warlock?" the Dragon sneered, by seeing Merlin's look of dissatisfaction.
"If the dreams are coming from the Bond between us, then why didn't I have them before?" Merlin asked the first and most logical question that crossed his mind.
The Dragon was still, and Merlin felt how the first signs of desperation settled in his stomach. If even Kilgharrah didn't know it, then who would?
He looked into the Dragon's golden eyes, almost begging.
"Please," he prayed, "I must know, before I lose my mind."
"Destiny is something strange, Merlin. It leads us to places we'd otherwise never visit, and it encourages us to do things we'd otherwise never do. People can be that destiny", the Dragon spoke, enigmatically. The feeling Kilgharrah knew very well why he -Merlin- didn't had those dreams until now, pushed away the desperation and made place for hope.
"What do you mean?" Merlin asked stringently. "Do not dare not to tell me!"
"Morgana Pendragon was vulnerable and easily influenced", the Dragon said. His statement wasn't over at all, according to Merlin, but still, Kilgharrah stopped talking.
"Go on", Merlin said. Again, his voice sounded harder and more severe than it usually did.
"If you had told her you had Magic, than she never would have become an enemy of Camelot."
Although Merlin had always feared for those words, it took ages before they finally dawned to him. They were accompanied with an overwhelming feeling of guilt, and though he'd always wanted to know the answer to that question, still he wished he'd never heard it.
But then, he remembered something.
"You told me I couldn't say anything to her, that I couldn't trust her!" He shouted those words in the same way as he had called the Dragon, full of Magic and anger he'd only felt during the rarest occasions. If it was someone's fault Morgana stood now on Morgause's side, then it was Kilgharra's.
"Uther Pendragon was a tyrant with whom I had to even the score, and the fear the girl felt for her Magic, gave me the perfect opportunity", the Dragon spoke indifferently, and the lack of guiltiness or empathy made Merlin tremble from rage.
"You knew this from the very beginning. You had foreseen this all", Merlin concluded. "You've destroyed several lives with your selfishness!" He thought of Uther and Morgana.
"And she didn't?" the Dragon mocked.
Merlin held his tongue. He knew very well Morgana had done terrible things, but at the moment, her gruesome deeds seemed nothing compared to the creature that, indirectly, had forced her to do so.
"Eventually, you had the choice. You could've told her, but you decided to listen to me", Kilgharrah noticed.
Merlin couldn't object. He knew the Dragon had taken a risk when he'd fooled Merlin by saying that it was Morgana's destiny to destroy Camelot, and that he'd better never tell her about his Magic. It could've turned out completely different.
"So, in fact, I have formed destiny", Merlin stammered. He tried to keep his anger to himself, as he'd already come this far, and he demanded to know more.
"No, young warlock. You've changed destiny", the Dragon spoke, and the amused tone in his voice made it really difficult for Merlin to stay calm.
"Then what was destiny in the first place?" Merlin asked. "Is she not the Darkness to my Light?"
"Oh, she is, Merlin", the Dragon spoke. In the meantime, Merlin didn't understand anything any more. How could she be Darkness, and not wanting to see Camelot fall?
"I don't get it", Merlin said, heated.
"You were born to help Arthur fulfiling his destiny and to protect him, but you can't do it alone. It is Morgana's destiny to keep you balanced, to assist you," the Dragon told, "king Arthur doesn't rule on his own. There's a queen on his side: Guinevere. She is as important as the king is, because without her, he would tear apart, and he can't fulfil his destiny. Just as it is your task to protect Arthur, it is Morgana's to protect Guinevere," Kilgharrah continued, "Two were born to rule, and two were born to protect. That was written in the stars thousands of years ago, and now the time of Royalty and Magic has finally arrived. The four of you were already meant to do great things before you were even born", he finished eventually.
Merlin's thoughts worked in less than no time as he was absorbing that intense knowledge of new information.
"So, what you want to say, is that we've failed because Gwen doesn't get protected?" Merlin concluded bitter.
"Unless you would succeed in protecting them both, and staying alive yourself, which I highly doubt you would without any help of another, extremely powerful Magician, yes. Now, everything still seems easy, as there is no danger yet. But soon, that will all change. The battle for Camelot hasn't even begun, and you better be prepared when it does."
"Vicious liar!" Merlin yelled, without being able to keep his angriness to himself any more. "You knew this from the very beginning! I trusted you!"
"That is your mistake, not mine", the Dragon said, severe.
Merlin closed his eyes for some seconds. He had to stay calm and think clear, because he needed more answers and he didn't plan to call Kilgharrah again for the coming hundred years.
"So, Morgana is the person who has to keep me balanced and to protect Gwen. If she isn't on our side, Arthur can't fulfil his destiny and we've failed", he outlined shortly, while he tried to keep his breathing as regular as possible. "But I still don't know why I have those dreams now."
"Because you're running out of time. Your destiny has to be fulfilled, and the gods want to draw your attention to it", the Dragon said.
"If they really wanted us to succeed, than they would've made that untruthful Dragon deaf and dumb", Merlin thought angrily. "Does Morgana have those dreams as well?" he asked.
"I do not know."
"Where can I find her?" Merlin asked then. He was aware of the fact that his destiny had to succeed, because otherwise, he would never be free to use Magic. But unfortunately, it turned out he'd needed Morgana for that.
"It is suicide to go looking for her, young warlock. She has chosen a path where you can't follow her", Kilgharrah said.
"Thanks to you," Merlin noticed, "tell me where I can find her."
"It is too dangerous, Merlin. She isn't on your side any more, and she never will again. Try to protect both Arthur and Guinevere", the Dragon recommended. But for some reason, Merlin absolutely didn't want to do that. For a part because he didn't want to take any advice of the Dragon any more, but also for a more important reason. Right now, Morgana was a mighty enemy of Camelot, but Merlin knew she would be the very woman they needed if it would come to a battle. Just like him, Morgana had a very rare form of Magic, one that was stronger than all the others. If they would work together, nobody would be able to stop them.
"Where can I find her?" Merlin asked, with a powerful voice.
"I am not going to answer to that question", the Dragon said, determined.
"I am the Dragonlord and you will obey me!" Merlin felt the Magic flowing through his body, and he knew he forced the Dragon again. "Where can I find her?"
"I am not sure, but Morgause is still alive," the Dragon spoke, annoyed (Merlin most certainly wasn't happy hearing that), "so we can assume Morgana Pendragon will be in the neighbourhood of the High Priestesses in Cornwall."
"The High Priestesses in Cornwall..." Merlin nodded slowly and realised his common sense yelled at him he shouldn't risk his life to go there. "I'm going to seek her."
"You are a fool if you do so, young warlock. Do not expect any help from me", the Dragon muttered.
"I don't look for your help any more!" Merlin shouted. He'd had enough. "You have betrayed me, and now I'll make it up. I don't need your help any more!"
"As you wish", Kilgharrah spoke, and before Merlin could say or do anything about it (not that he wanted to), the Dragon spread his enormous wings and flew off, leaving the boy in the woods.
Merlin fell down on the ground, with a head that was whirling with the gained information, and, apparently, a new goal that had to be fulfilled.
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