Hey guys thanks for reviewing. Sorry about some mistakes *cough* epilogue* cough. I fixed it up.
And please don't say stuff about my grammar, I'm barely 14 and school is just finishing for the year. I am not the best at Grammar. Lol.
Merlin burst into Gaius's chamber's, followed by Gwaine.
They were pretty much thinking the same things.
They were screwed
They would have to keep their identity a secret
How the hell were they meant to kill another magical creature.
Gwaine was not happy. The last time they had faced a creature described as anything close as a creature of nightmare, HE HAD ALMOST DIED!
If it hadn't been for Merlin's magic he would be dead, he would have died with no family, just a friend.
"Gaius. What do we do?' Merlin asked and Gwaine looked at him worried.
"When you say that I know we're dead." Gwaine Groaned and Merlin smiled.
"We aren't dead yet, Brother." Merlin smiled at his brother and Gwaine's eyes widened.
"Oh no, when you call me brother it usually means that we are going to our deaths." Gwaine whispered with wide eyes.
He did actually love it when Merlin called him brother. It still didn't seem real after all this time. Arthur was extremely worried when they returned to Camelot after a few weeks of staying in Asectian. He had thought they had been slaughtered in the crossfire. He then remembered Uther's reaction. That was one time that Merlin called him brother, right before they went into the throne room to inform Uther.
"We aren't facing Uther Pendragon this time so we should be fine." Merlin said and Gwaine started to laugh.
"You remember his face?" Gwaine asked.
"He was furious!" Merlin said with a massive grin on his face.
"As much as I like to hear you both express your brotherly love. We have a monster to identify." Gaius interrupted with a raised eyebrow.
Merlin and Gwaine just nodded and walked to gaius. He pulled out a book with MYTHICAL MONSTERS written in massive letters. He turned to the chapter marked CURSED and started to flick through the pages.
Gwaine saw Merlin flinch when he saw what resembled a panther with wings on one of the pages, the word BASTET above it. Gaius gave Merlin a sympathetic glance and continued to turn to pages, finally turning to a picture of a massive wolf.
Gwaine couldn't help but gulp at the sight of that picture alone. It was a giant wolf that stood on two legs. It looked like it could rip Percival apart without even trying.
"There are many types of werewolf," He read, "There is the original werewolf , who was known as the Lupus, was the most savage and they can turn at any night. Though mostly on full moons, and turn back when the moon is hidden behind the clouds. There is the Lycanthrope, which only turns on the full moon and is said to have a much more painful transformation. The lycanthrope were killed off many years ago, though if a sorcerer powerful enough desired, they could curse a man to become this nightmare beast. Then there is the Wolf, who are said to be able to turn at will to kill other creatures such as vampires, though, they have full control of the beast. They become giant wolves and often run in packs, or, in their human forms, Families."
Gaius looked up at them.
"By the description I would say it was a Lupus." Gaius looked at them worriedly.
"Oh why do I get the feeling I am going to hate this?" Merlin asked gaius.
"The Lupus infects with a single bite. They have great strength and no control as they turn. When you fight the Lupus, you must not let it bite you. Or you too would be curse."
"I guess its better than the Lycanthrope." He mumbled. Gwaine's eyes widened, what was worse than becoming a giant wolf.
"Why is it better?"
"The lycanthrope can infect by a single scratch." Gaius said slowly.
"A scratch!" Gwaine yelled. That could get everyone in the entire kingdom infected.
"They died out many years ago, Gwaine." Gaius reassured him.
"Ok, how do we kill it?" Gwaine asked and Merlin raised an eyebrow at him. The idiot was spending too much time with Gaius.
"There are two ways." Gaius admitted. "One of them is to kill it with silver."
"How are we meant to find silver?" Merlin asked.
"And another way, Though it has never been tested." Gaius said.
"What?" Merlin asked but Gaius looked away. "Gaius." He said slowly.
"It says you need four tools to defeat it." Gaius said.
"One of them is Magic, another is Strength. Then you have Truth and Honour." He said and Merlin smiled at Gwaine.
Gwaine knew what that meant alright. He was strength and his brothers were the rest.
Thomas, the honourable knight that he had gotten to know about a day before they rode out to kill the Harpy, his new brother.
Jordan, his drinking buddy back at Asectian. His brother by blood and more. They rode out as brothers in arms and came back brothers in blood.
"So… are we going to call Thomas and Jordan?" Gwaine asked and Merlin smiled in reply.
"Yes Gwaine. But I think we need to talk to my old friend first."
Merlin and his brother were waiting in a clearing just outside of Camelot. Kilgarrah would be here any minute.
"So… do you think we can beat it?" Gwaine asked Merlin.
"Well, the brotherhood of Asectian are said to be able to defeat anything." Merlin replied, and boy did he hope he was right.
"Maybe." Gwaine replied just as they heard the familiar beat of wings.
They both looked up to see Kilgarrah approaching, his golden scales glittering in the moonlight.
He landed and bowed to the dragonlord and his brother.
"Kilgarrah." Gwaine greeted the massive creature.
"Sir Gwaine." Kilgarrah replied.
"What have you summoned me for young warlock?" Kilgarrah turned to Merlin.
"There is a werewolf terrorising the kingdom of Asectian. Uther has ordered it to be killed." Merlin told his friend. He had known Kilgarrah a long time and maybe, Merlin could get a straight answer for once.
"Ah yes, The brotherhood of Asectian and the werewolf. I have not heard this story for many years." Kilgarrah said in a pleased voice.
"You know what will happen?" Merlin asked Kilgarrah, if he got a straight answer just this once….
"I do." Kilgarrah said. "You must fight it with your brothers at your side."
"How do we do that?" Gwaine asked. "Arthur is riding out to kill it, we will have to go."
"It is destiny, but be warned." Kilgarrah turned to Merlin. "You must follow your head, not your heart."
And with that, kilgarrah started to fly away, leaving Merlin and Gwaine staring at where he was a second before.
"Well," Gwaine said, "That helped."
Ooooooooh, I liked writing that. Sorry about the long wait, I was bored of this story cause I already know what is going to happen. 3:)
Until next time.
