NOTE: READ MY NOTES AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!
Borden dropped to the ground after a few seconds and slumped against the inside of the wall. Merlin quickly shielded his face with his arm as the poisonous fumes made their way toward him.
"Þrosm tohweorfe!" He called, his magic quickly pushing back the toxic mist and dispersing it. Even so, the warlock made his way slowly up the stairs, cautious of any other traps that may of been waiting for him.
The prince knelt down at Borden's side, glad to see that he was indeed still breathing weakly, Merlin never relished in somebody else's death even if it was a conman. He would come back and get him later, he got to his feet and quickly grabbed the torch the thief had dropped, it was still burning.
The tunnels were dark and after a few minutes of walking Merlin began to worry that it was a maze and that he may get lost. However this idea swiftly disappeared when a staircase lead him to an ornate room filled with carved stone pillars. It was somewhat similar to Camelot's court rooms, only on a much larger scale and much grander. Were it not for the coating of dust on every surface the place would be one of the most beautiful Merlin had ever seen.
However it was not the room that made a smile break out on his face, it was the small pedestal a few steps away. There, sitting on a small golden ring, was a white egg tinged with blue the side of a melon. He placed the torch on the ground and with slightly trembling hands reached out and cupped the bottom of the egg in his palms.
"It's mine!" A horse voice declared, Merlin turned without taking his hands off the egg. Borden was standing by the stairs, his voice was damaged and rough, that poison had effected his lungs obviously.
"It's not yours to take!" Merlin spat.
"You give it to me, and I will grant you a half share Merlin." The man grumbled, like that was even an option!
"No it must go free." Merlin argued.
"Don't be a fool!" Borden growled, "Think of the power it will bring us! The lands we could rules over! The riches!"
"I don't want that." The prince replied truthfully.
"With this dragon at our command we will live like kings! You can surpass your brother!" Borden continued as he slowly descended the stairs, "We will have the freedom and power to do as we wish!"
"Dragons are not to be used like that!" Merlin snapped in fury, "They must be left unshackled and free to roam the earth."
"But you have the chance to rules over the entire kingdom! To be king yourself!" Borden yelled, he looked confused, "You can escape your miserable life as the peasant prince!"
"It's not my life that's miserable it's yours." Merlin replied with pity, "You've wasted it, for nothing. My brother will be a great king, a better king than I ever could be."
Borden leapt forwards and grabbed the torch, Merlin made sure to keep the egg behind him as the elder man circled.
"I pieced together the Triskelion, I found the path that lead us here! The dragon belongs to me! Now hand it over!"
"No."
The man quickly dove at the young prince, waving the flames perilously close to his face. Merlin ducked and dodged but never gave up his place defending the egg.
"You are not going to stop me boy!"
Finally Merlin was forced backwards landing on his back as Borden reached for the egg.
"Dragon's are magical creatures! They belong to know man!" He bellowed.
"What do you know." Borden sneered, "You're just a Prince! A peasant who got lucky!"
"I'm the last Dragonlord." Merlin replied darkly, "And I am warning you to leave this egg, alone."
The sneer had slipped from his face but it only took the man a second to make the wrong decision as Merlin knew he would. His arm was raised and Borden was knocked back before he had a chance to bring the flames down upon the warlock. He wasted no time, he didn't know how long Borden would be out. Carefully he lifted the egg from its stand, it was quite heavy but not so much that he couldn't handle it. However a strange click echoed through the walls and to his horror they began to crack and crumble. The egg had been sitting on a pressure plate.
With one final look at Borden the prince ran, keeping the egg safely against his chest, leaving the thief to his fate. He was barely outside when the outer walls began to chip and crumble and by the time he'd fled the scene to the hill where he had left his bag the entire tower was turning to ruble. Arthur and the knights came running to him, giving him just enough time to slip the gg into his pack undetected.
"What happened?" Gwaine asked.
"The tomb was a trap, he set it off." Merlin replied, "He never got out."
Arthur then turned to his brother and they began a kind of coded conversation only they understood.
"What about the egg?" Arthur asked, Did you get it?
"Must of perished with him." Merlin replied, I got it.
"We need to be sure, is everything really fine? The eggs gone?" Arthur confirmed, The eggs alright? You are too?
"Yeah, everything is fine." Merlin nodded.
...
Once they had returned to Camelot, the princes stayed in the forest under the pretense of hunting to let off some steam, instead they made their way to the feild where Merlin often called Kilgharrah.
"Well, let me see!" Arthur demanded excitedly, Merlin grinned.
"All the jewels, all the treasures, they don't compare!" He gushed as he opened the bag and gently lifted the egg out, placing it on a stump.
"It's beautiful." Arthur breathed, lightly running a finger over the eggs smooth surface. The two gazed at the egg in wonder until the sun set and the dark shape of the great dragon could be seen flying through the moonlight. He possitivly beamed when he saw the egg.
"Is it still alive?" Arthur asked worridly, "It'd been in that tomb for four hundred years."
"It can lived for a thousand." Kilgharrah smiled.
"So you are no longer the last of your kind!" Merlin smiled, "When will it hatch?"
"Young dragons were called into this world by the dragonlords." Kilgharah replied much to Merlin's shock, "So that duty, falls to you."
"What do you have to do?" Arthur asked excitably.
"You must give the dragon, a name." Kilghrarah told them. Arthur pushed his brother forwards lightly so that he stood before the egg. Seriously he stared at the egg, letting his instincts instruct him, telling him a proper name for the hatchling.
"Aithusa."
Almost immediately the eggs surface began to crack, a tiny growly could be heard and a tiny muzzle pushed through the surface. Bother princes watched in amazement as slowly a claw poked through and finally a tiny white reptilian head.
"A white dragon, is a rare thing." Kilgharrah whispered, "And fitting, for in the dragon tongue you named him after the light of the sun."
The princes were hardly paying attention to the older dragon, focusing on the tiny reptile breaking out of the egg.
"Np dragon birth is without meaning." The elder continued, "In this case I believe the meaning is clear, this dragon bodes well for Albion. The kingdom you will create together."
Merlin felt tears of joy slipping down his cheeks and Arthur didn't even nudge him teasingly. They were both so happy they didn't care,
Everything was perfect.
1. Im sorry I haven't proofread this very well, I was just glad to get it done.
2. Vote for the next chapter!
Im doing both ideas eventually but vote to see which one is first!
a) Arthur gets a cold and in generally a grumpy, feverish prat while his brother takes care of him.
b) A boggart gets loose in the castle and Arthur and Merlin along with some knights have to try and rid Camelot of it without succumbing to their fears.