Sorry, guys. I've been having writers block.
Just one of those weeks I guess.
But, anyways, I have no idea how I got to chapter twenty eight, but I have made it, with a bit more to go. I have the feeling we are nearing the lovely ending soon.
The continuation of the horrible cliff hanger I left all of you fine folks.
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Chapter twenty eight- Dead?!

"He died?" Gwaine's stunned response echoed Arthur's. "He- why?"
"I do not know." Killigarrah said. "All I know is that his body stood still, his life force gone. His magic-gone.
"As I turned away from him, I was struck by a force more powerful than his magic ever will be. I was just barely able to turn my head as I was hurled to the ground under the influence of the old religion's magic. The earth itself was reacting to his death, and wasn't going allow him to die. As I looked, I saw the arrows in him burn away, his body gold, his eyes burning bright.
"Even as I am a creature of magic, never have a felt the power of the old religion like that. The priestesses were the only ones who felt that kind of power, and could deal out great powers. I am sure they never felt it at it's full power. That power, it's the greatest one, and it is something no being has truly been able to feel.
"Merlin's is second to that power, and his power is hardly a speck compared to the whole of the old religion." Killigarrah shifted, his scales glimmering in the sun like golden glass.
"I believed the old religion to be gone." Arthur said, looking confused.
"The old religion is more than just the sorcerers and objects held within it Young Pendragon." Killigarrah growled softly, turning his head to the King.
"What do you mean?" Arthur replied.
"The Old Religion, Sire, is the core of magic itself. It runs the earth and keeps the balance in everything." Gaius spoke, "Now, Killigarrah, I know just as well as you do that a life just can't be restored. Who gave their life for Merlin to keep his?"
"I have yet to find out." Killigarrah said. "The witch and the young Druid boy both still stand, so apparently death didn't take them over."
"Do you mean Morgana when you say the witch?" Elyan spoke up, sounding confused.
"The Witch is Morgana. Morgana is the Witch." Killigarrah growled, lowering his head. "They are one and the same. Both just as mean, both just as cruel.
"Anyways, the power knocked me out. It was when I awoke that I realised that the Young Warlock was passed out beside me." The Great Dragon's voice went silent, and he closed his eyes, seeming to suppress a shudder.
"That was when it happened." Gaius murmured quietly. Killigarrah nodded.
"You noticed them then?" Killigarrah murmured as Gaius nodded solemnly.
"I hoped that it wasn't the case." Gaius said, his voice hardly audible. Chills ran down Arthur's spine as he realised that what happened next was super bad.
"Serkets came out of nowhere." Killigarrah said, "circled me as I studied the warlock. They were being controlled by someone. A Serket got him in the middle of the back, and another one on his leg. It was torture and madness just hearing his screams. I had managed to break through and kill all the Serkets, but by the end of that time.."
"Nathair." Gaius muttered, bile rising in his throat as he spoke the word.
"I didn't know it until it was too late." The dragon murmured, sounding more pained than ever. "I couldn't hardly move, his cries after being stung twice were hardly anything compared to the pain that the Nathair caused him.
"No one came to confront us, but they were out there, watching, enjoying seeing the boy in pain." The Dragon's voice was filled in hate and bitterness. "The boy was in such a great pain, and the Nathair was known especially for causing a great mental pain. I tried reaching out to him once, with my mind. I got a response..
"I got a response that was only filled with the pain he was in. No words, no expressions, it was almost as if I was dealing with the same pain he was in. It was more than enough to make me stumble underneath the crushing weight- it was only then that I saw the bite marks of the Nathair-"
"How long was he like that?" Gwen asked, her hand clutched to her chest, another on her mouth. "Did- how did he-"
"I used my magic, tried blocking the pain out, taking some of his mental pain and placing it on me." Killigarrah said, "But the damage was done. He was frightened of everything that moved when it all finally stopped.
"He was in a super bad state, and we went to a small village. He stayed there, for a long time, I believe until he finally returned honestly." The dragon murmured. "But in that time, he fell for a young girl, maybe fifteen years of age, I do not believe it was love, for none will replace his love for the cursed girl. But he came to really care for her. She was an orphan.
"A group of bandits came through during the night, and she was killed. Along with many others." Killigarrah said. "That was when he snapped. He detached himself from everything. Not once was he not in contact with me after the girl's death, and not once did he wish to care again."
"Why, why wouldn't he have told us that himself?" Arthur asked, confused. The dragon looked at him.
"He killed himself, only to be brought back to life, and tortured." The great dragon said. "I don't think you would want to explain that. He is in pain. In shock. His powers wane, and he grows weaker. The destiny he carried, had been torn from him. He saw no will to live, to continue his fate."
"He- he didn't want to be a part of the destiny that he was meant to play a role in?" Arthur asked.
"They use mandrake root on him." Gaius sounded as if he was throwing an accusation at the Dragon, who nodded in reply.
"It took a while to sort it out, but it plagued him until I ran into the man he shared a home with." Killigarrah said. "I had him search for the root, for Merlin was slowly getting worse as the months passed."
"All the hell he went through.." Arthur muttered. "I'm to blame."
"Yes, you are." Killigarrah muttered. "Young Pendragon, you banished someone who had truly trusted you, believed you would do the right thing forever and always, but you banished him, sent him out. There is no Emrys, no Merlin, without you, or Camelot."