"Gaius," Merlin's expression was broken; full of conflicting emotions. "Car is a very special carriage built in the far future…" a horseless carriage. "Arthur is waiting I have to go." Merlin half ran out the room.
The memories were half baked and jumbled. His head was still screaming at him.
He wanted to see the dragon, but Arthur caught him in one of the corridors.
"Care to explain why my stables," Arthur's voice became more saturated, "are filthy. I believe, I told you to muck them. Merlin, you're utterly useless!" Arthur threw a wood shield he was holding into Merlin's arms.
"But I do believe," a wide grin grew over Arthur's face. "I can fix you."
Merlin sighed loud and exaggerated. "Too bad it's so hard to fix brat," He muttered softly.
"What did you say?"Arthur inquired.
"I said, try hard to fix that."
Arthur looked at him grudgingly. "Idiot!"
"Prat."
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Hold that up!" Arthur started to swing his sword before Merlin was ready and when the sword hit the shield Merlin toppled backward.
"You're just like a girl. Get up!"
Merlin got up and lasted longer. By the time Arthur was done, Merlin was sure to have bruises.
"King Bayard of Mercia is coming in three days to sign the peace treaty. Merlin, try not to be an idiot."
Merlin froze. He remembered something important happened at this treaty. What was it? There was a poison drink, poisoned by someone he would kill.
He had killed many, so many. He looked at his still innocent hands and saw the blood he would shed. –sigh.
"Is not being an idiot that depressing of an idea to you?" Arthur chuckled and hit/patted him on the shoulder. "Stables, then polishing. Go!"
After his chores (he finished after dark), he paid a visit to his favorite dragon.
"Kilgharrah, Kilgharrah!" The dragon flew to the warlock.
"Did you know I was a dragon lord?" It was a test he was testing his new "memories".
"You are not yet!"
The memories seemed accurate, but still very hazy.
"Why do I remember things yet to come?"
"It is the past and it is the future?"
Merlin's head shook. "What does that mean?"
"Young warlock you are magic. You are not constrained like any mortal. Time means less to you, as you live through time backwards."
"My time is the same. My mother raised me. A year to me is a year to everyone else. So, what do you mean?"
Kilgharrah smiled. "Those events you remember of the future are real. They happened, but they might not happen again. The future is not written in stone; although you have already lived through it."
"What does that mean?" Merlin insisted.
Kilgharrah flew away.
"You can't ignore me! I'm a dragon lord!"
"Not yet." Echoed through the chambers.
That night Merlin dreamed of his old life in the future. Victor, His neighbor was 78. He realized Merlin was the same Merlin he met in his childhood. Every two or three hundred years there would be someone like him. Someone who would realized Merlin's secret. When he was a teen he had taught Merlin about computers. Victor helped time pass waiting for Arthur. Victor ended up introducing him to Arthur reincarnated; Aaron's grandson. A story for another time…
*Victor and Arthur of the future will not be a focus. They are just there as memories. Sorry not really a future fiction. But I am going to write a Fic with Victor... his last name is Halliwell. And Arthur's is Wyatt. I mean why else would Wyatt get Excalibur?