I should be working on my global studies essay but I frankly couldn't give a damn at the moment.

"No!" Merlin shouted. The Great Dragon paid him no heed, sweeping Arthur away with his gigantic tail. Arthur hit the ground, out cold. Merlin ran over to him, wanting to protect Arthur and stop the dragon, but unsure how.

And then he felt it.

You are the last Dragonlord now. You alone carry the ancient gift. Deep within yourself, you must find the voice that you and Kilgharrah share, for your soul and his are brothers. When you speak to him as kin, he must obey your will.

Merlin stood up and took a deep breath, feeling the words well up inside of him like a great wave.

"Dracan! Nán dyd ǽlc áciere miss! Eftsíðas eom ála cræt! Géate' stǽr ábære gárrǽs! Géate cyre. Mé tácen átende diegollice. Car grise áþes."

The Great Dragon settled down, bowing his neck and inclining his head to Merlin, showing his respect. "I am the last of my kind, Merlin. Whatever wrongs I have done, do not make me responsible for the death of my noble breed."

Merlin thrust Arthur's spear at him warningly, and the dragon winced. "Go! Leave!" Merlin shouted. "If you ever attack Camelot again, I will kill you!"

The Great Dragon bowed, and Merlin dropped the spear. "I have shown you mercy. Now you must do the same to others."

"Young warlock, what you have shown is what you will be. I will not forget your clemency. I am sure our paths will cross again."

With that, the last, great dragon took wing and flew off.

"What was that?"

Merlin whirled around to see Arthur propped up on his elbows, staring at him. "Did you—did you just speak to him? In dragon tongue?"

"I—" Merlin didn't have words.

Arthur contemplated him for a moment. "You told me you never knew your father."

Merlin nodded.

"Balinor?"

Merlin nodded again. "I didn't—Arthur, I promise, I didn't know. Gaius told me right before we set out and I…" He felt his eyes begin to itch and he looked away. "I had to meet him."

"So you're a Dragonlord."

"The last one."

Arthur nodded, then slowly got to his feet. Whether it was from his injuries or just to stall, Merlin couldn't be sure. Finally he strode over, taking Merlin's chin in his hand and raising it, forcing Merlin to look into his eyes.

"I guess we'll just have to tell my father that I slew the dragon then," Arthur teased, his voice soft.

Merlin blinked. "What?"

"Come off it, Merlin, it's not like I'm going to kill you for this."

"Your father would," Merlin refuted. "He thinks this is too close to magic."

"Well it's not to me," Arthur argued. "And there's not much you can do with it anyway. It's just talking to them, isn't it?"

It was more than that, but Merlin didn't dare push his luck. "Basically."

"Then it's settled." Arthur pecked him on the lips. "I have slain the fearsome dragon, and you ran and hid like a girl."

"I—what?" Merlin spluttered. "Arthur!"

Arthur laughed and took off running, and Merlin had to chase him halfway back to Camelot.