Small house in the lower town was full of people. It was Enid's house and she was bit of shocked from the knowledge that her home has now had become the Druids place to stay in the town. Enid lowered the food tray for her two prestigious guests before she wished a good night. The men smiled at her, but their eyes were serious.
"I felt like I have betrayed him. It was my duty to watch over him." Iseldir sighed and Alator shook his head.
"He never blames anyone from anything. He is constantly in danger and we can not watch over him like he is a child. And you no rights to interfere, he must make his own choices."
Iseldir nibbled his food.
"Are you sure he will survive from this ordeal?"
"You know it, he is not an ordinary mortal and he is therefore not easy to kill. And I believe him. Emrys is something else. He is not anything like us. He doesn't know how the Old Religion really works and that's good. He will bring the new age of magic to this land. The new way to handle these things. Old gods are receding. Christianity is strengthening. There are less and less magic-users. Emrys is our hope that he will create a new foundation for magic. He will secure the existence of magic in order to maintain the balance. But the time will inevitably change, and he has a long way to go. "
Before they had time to continue the discussion, the door opened and in rushed gasping Gilli. Alator rose and looked the young man worriedly.
"Breathe good man, and tell what's wrong."
"It's Morgana."
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Merlin could use magic when they walked through the forest to see. Tristan said that his eyes gloved.
When they reached the clearing Merlin raised his voice and called Kilgharrah. It isn't take long time when they saw the dragon coming and landing.
"Kilgharrah, I'm glad you came. This is Tristan, my friend." Merlin greeted the dragon who glanced over the other man and nodded.
"Sir Tristan."
"I'm not a knight." Tristan said, forcing his voice to come out of his throat.
"We see that. In trouble again, Merlin? "Kilgharrah asked, and dropped his head to look the young Warlock in the eye. "Indeed you are."
"I was poisoned. Can you help?" Merlin was irritated, he didn't felt himself being strong enough to deal the dragon. And apparently Kilgharrah noticed it, because next time his voice was gentler.
"No, not I, but maybe Aithusa can. He has proven to be talented. Although, he isn't here right now. But I think he in here tomorrow. He is growing, that child, and he love to fly."
Merlin smiled. "Then I come here tomorrow night. But I have some news to you too." And so he told to the Great Dragon about the new law and the tournament's last day.
"So the time is now, young one."
"Say, Kilgharrah. You knew my father, did you knew my grandfather too?"
"Your grandfather?"
"Don't avoid my question, I know about my bloody family now. Right now in Camelot, there is my mother, her mother, her halfbrother and two of her cousins. Tristan being one of them."
"Oh, so you know now. And, of course, I see your ring now. How the time fly. Aurelius Ambrosius, the legendary warrior and king. Of course I remember him. He was one of the greatest. His mother was a Briton, but his father was a Roman, not born in Rome, but his parents were. Aurelius' father was the last roman officer in this land."
"You mean that my dragon lord line come from Roma?"
"Yes. Ambrosius' family isn't originally from here like other dragon lord families in here were. But, like his father, Aurelius hardly never used his power. There wasn't many who knew about him being the dragon lord. It was Balinor, his oldest son, who became the real lord for a long time. And now, only you are left." Kilgharrah sighed.
"Wasn't Uther's mother Anna Aurelius' daughter?" Tristan asked.
"Yes, you are right. His youngest child Anna, beautiful child who died too young. It was almost same time when Aurelius was murdered and his kingdom was conquered by Vortigern." Kilgharrah admitted.
"So, you are the rightful heir of Powys' throne." Tristan grinned at Merlin.
"Like I want that." Merlin murmured.
"No, you are not a king, Merlin. You are so much more." Kilgharrah spread his wings. "We see tomorrow Merlin."
And like that, he flied away.
"I never though that dragons can speak." Tristan said.
"Sometime I wish that they don't." Merlin turned to leave when he stopped.
Someone was standing on the treeline.
Tristan pulled his sword out but Merlin stopped him.
What he saw, was Morgana.
Oh, what to do next…
Yes, I took, or should I say TheSaga who made the family tree, some liberties concerning Aurelius' legends. But like always, this is fanfiction.