Chapter 5
"I'm sorry my child, I can go no further."
"But father, we must go! They'll be here soon."
"And how will you ever outrun them if you have to take care of an old injured man?" he said, moving his hand towards the wound in his leg. "No. You must go alone and find Arthur, convince him to help us; he's Nemeth's only hope."
"Don't say that! I can't let you here alone!"
"You can and you will. It's your duty as princess my dear, and besides don't worry, I'll be here waiting for you to come back."
She knew that her father was right, together they would be captured and all hope would be lost, but even then, this was the single most difficult thing she ever had to do. She closed the distance between herself and her father and embraced him.
"I love you father. I'll come back for you; I promise."
"I love you too Mithian. Now go, find Arthur and save us all."
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She woke up. How long had she been asleep? The forest was still pitch black; it couldn't have been more than a few hours. She knew that the ones following her were resting as well, in that darkness you couldn't walk for a full minute without running into a tree. She touched her abdomen, the wound still hurt and she could feel the blood running through her fingers, but it didn't matter, she wouldn't let a little cut stop her. Not when she was so close.
In the horizon she could see the sky starting to lighten; it was time to start running again.
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Damn it, they were good. She had tried to cover her tracks time and again, but somehow they always seemed to find her. She peeked around the tree and saw them standing next to the road, trying to figure out where she went; it was too risky to move now. Something popped into her mind and she took a second look. Weren't there six of them?
The second she heard the footsteps, she unsheathed her sword and swung it behind her, making a cut in one of her pursuers' arm.
"Bitch!" he yelled, touching his wound, "You'll pay for this!". He charged at her, sword raised.
She kept blocking his attacks, but she could feel herself getting weaker every time the swords clashed. She couldn't keep going like that much longer, but she wasn't going to go without a fight. She lurched forward, aiming her sword at his chest.
She was too slow. He dodged the attacked and punched her in the wound, making her drop the sword and fall to the ground.
"You know what? We have been told to bring you back alive if possible; well, I don't think it's possible, do you?" he asked with malice in his voice.
Mithian saw as his raised his sword and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry father," she whispered, tears running down her face.
The silence seemed to last forever, only to end with a metal on metal sound and a small gasp of pain. She had to think twice to realize that it hadn't come from her.
When she opened her eyes a man was standing between her and her pursuer. He was holding two swords, one blocking the incoming attack and the other piercing the man chest.
"You know kid, that's no way to treat a lady," he told him.
The man tried to answer, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was blood. He died not long after that.
She saw as her savior sheathed his swords and turned around. The man was not much older than her, and from the look of his clothes he was some kind of noble. She found herself looking into his eyes; they were the blackest black she had ever seen.
"Are you alright?" Dragoon asked, interrupting her thoughts.
She was starting to answer when some movement in the forest caught her attention.
Noticing the look on her face, he turned around while unsheathing both his swords. Five more men were walking towards them, swords in hand.
"I don't think I can convince you to just turn around, can I?" he asked.
"Give us the girl and we'll promise to kill you quickly," one of them answered.
Dragoon grinned. "This will only take five minutes," he told her over his shoulder.
She couldn't believe he had said that, was he really that good? That question answered itself when he started fighting. She considered herself well-versed in sword fighting, but this was like nothing she had ever seen before; he moved fast, dodging almost every attack and deflecting the rest with one sword while attacking with the other, never letting them surround him. It was almost as if he was dancing. It was beautiful.
It didn't take long before he was the only man standing. Scattered around him five bodies laid on the ground. He hadn't lied to Merlin when he told him that killing was not his style, it's just that there were some exceptions; a maiden in distress was number three. He started walking towards her.
When he was close he watched as she suddenly grabbed her sword and hurled it at him— no, not at him, past him.
Quickly turning around he saw one of the men with two swords, one in his hands and another one in his chest. He grabbed the second one and finished him off.
Dragoon cleaned the sword and brought it back to her. "Nice throw!" he said, showing a grin.
"Thanks," she said with fatigue in her voice, "I think that make us even."
"Well, I don't know, I killed five of them and you killed just one, I think you still owe me some."
She wanted to make a clever remark, but that throw drained what was left of her energy. "Arthur … I need to see Arthur," it was all she got to say before passing out.
"Hey! What's wrong?" He kneeled beside her and tried to wake her up. Nothing. That's when he first noticed the wound.
Before, he had been amazed by her hurling the sword, but now, knowing that she had done it with an injury like that, he was utterly impressed. He placed his hands over the wound. "Ic þe þurhhæle þin licsare mid þam sundorcræftas þære ealdaþ æ!" He smiled at the gasp of comfort coming out of her lips.
"Now for the second part," he said aloud and lifted her into his arms. "Bedyrne ús! Astýre ús þanonweard!". A gust of wind enveloped them and they were gone.
He made a sigh of relief when the gust of wind dissipated and they were alone. He knew that it was risky to teleport directly into Merlin's room, but she looked very weak and his magic alone wasn't enough to make her better, she needed a doctor. He placed her slowly on the bed and went to find Gaius.
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen … Gaius was pouring drops of a blue liquid into a purple one when the sound of Merlin's door opening made him lose count. "Merlin! I thought you already left, Arthur is going to kill you if you keep being late," he said without looking away from the potion.
"Don't worry Gaius, he already left," said an unexpected voice.
Gaius jumped, almost throwing the potion, and he turned to face Dragoon. "What are you doing in there?"
"I need your help, I've found a girl in the woods who was being attacked, I don't know what happened to her but she lost a lot of blood."
"Alright, take me to her."
"She is in there," Dragoon said, pointing at Merlin's room.
Gaius looked at the main door. "How did she—" he interrupted his question and looked back at Dragoon, "You teleported both of you to Merlin's room!? That was very reckless, what were you thinking?"
"Come on Gaius, we can talk about that later, right now just help her, please."
"You are right, you are right, sorry."
Gaius went into Merlin's room and watched at the girl. She was facing away from him, her clothes covered in blood. He took her pulse; it was weak, but not alarming. Next he turned her head to check her breathing— "Mithian!" the doctor yelled.
"You know her?"
"Yes, her name is Mithian; she's the princess of Nemeth."
"She is a princess!?" Dragoon asked incredulously. "She certainly doesn't fight like one."
"Yes, she is one of a kind," Gaius said and started checking her abdomen. "Where did all the blood came from? I can't find any injuries."
"She had a big cut, I healed her."
"How?"
Dragoon just looked at him and raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, right, sorry... Did she tell you what was she doing here?"
"Right before passing out she told me she had to speak with Arthur, but she didn't get to tell me why."
"Then we must warn him," Gaius said with concern in his face.
"I'll go tell him. Is she going to be alright?"
"Thanks to you, she will. I'll prepare a potion and with any luck she will be awake in a few hours. Now go, warn Arthur."
Dragoon gave her one last look and he started walking towards the king's quarters.
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When he arrived the door was already opened and Arthur was signing some documents. He knocked the door anyway to get his attention.
"Sire, may I come in?"
"Drake, how can I help you?" Arthur asked.
"I must tell you something. This morning I was walking through the forest and I came across some men attacking a young woman. I managed to save her, but she fainted so I took her to Gaius." He could see that Arthur didn't understand what this was about. "Sir, he recognized her as Mithian, princess of Nemeth."
Arthur jumped out of the chair. "How is she?"
"She will be alright, but now she's still unconscious. Sire, the last thing she told me before she passed away was that she needed to speak to you."
"Something really bad must be happening in Nemeth for her to come here alone; I'll send some scouts immediately." He stared at the documents on the table for a moment and then back at Dragoon. "Thank you for saving her."
Dragoon just nodded his head and left the room.
Arthur's mind started to make up possible scenarios, but he shook those thoughts out of his head, there were things to do. He left the room and started looking for Gwen. Lately she had been spending more time than usual with one of the male servants, which would have made him jealous if it wasn't for the fact that this man was Merlin. He found them speaking on a balcony nearby.
"Guinevere!"
For a second she looked as if he had caught them red-handed. "Arthur," she said and gave him a small kiss.
"Were you two talking about me?" Arthur asked in an accusing tone.
"You know Arthur, the world doesn't revolve around you," Merlin said.
"Never mind, listen, I have some bad news, something happened in Nemeth; Drake found Mithian being attacked by some men near Camelot, Gaius is taking care of her now, but she is unconscious."
Gwen covered her mouth with her hands. "That's terrible!"
Arthur nodded. "Merlin, go ready a room for her to sleep in and find her a maid. Gwen, I think Mithian would want some new clothes when she wakes up, I was wondering if you could find something for her. I'm going to get ready a scout party to gather more information."
They just nodded and walked away.
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She woke up to a familiar face.
"Hello my dear, it's nice to have you back with us."
"Gaius?" she asked with confusion in her voice. "Where am I?"
"You are safe, you are in Camelot," he answered with a reassuring voice.
Her memories were still a bit dizzy, but they started to come back to her. "There was a man in the forest …"
"Yes, he brought you here."
"Who is he?"
"Merlin's uncle."
"His Uncle? Isn't he a bit young to be his uncle?"
Gaius laughed inside his head. "Let's just say that there is a large age gap between him and Merlin's mother; but we can talk about him later, what are you doing here?"
That question brought her back to earth, making her jump out of bed and grab Gaius by the shoulders. "I must talk to Arthur! King Odin is attacking Nemeth!" Suddenly she realized that she should have been screaming in pain after that sudden movement; her hands went to the wound but found none. "Gaius, how did you cure my wound?" she asked.
His mind was still processing what she said first; he answered without thinking. "It wasn't me, it was Drake."
"Drake?"
His eyes widened when he realized what he just said. "Yes, that's the name of the man who saved you; he also happens to be a very good physician." Gaius scolded himself for his mistake. Well, at least I didn't say his true name.
She knew that he was lying to her; no matter how good he was, her wound had been a deep one and it couldn't have just disappeared. She would deal with that later. She started to walk to the door.
"What are you doing?" Gaius asked.
"What does it look like? I need to speak to Arthur right now."
"My lady, you are very weak, you should rest some more; I can tell Arthur what you told me."
She trully was exhausted, but this was her duty as the king's daughter. "No, I need to do it myself; I'll rest afterwards."
"All right my dear, I know better than to argue with a princess; at least let me help you out," Gaius said and gently grabbed her arm to help her walk.
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In the throne room, Arthur was listening a farmer talk about how his neighbor had stolen his cattle or something like that, he had gotten lost after the farmer started calling the animals by name; honestly, his mind wasn't in the room at that moment.
Suddenly the doors opened and Mithian entered the room helped by Gaius. He stood up and started walking towards them.
"What is she doing out of bed!?" He asked.
"I'm sorry sire, she insisted," Gaius explained.
She let Gaius go and went down on one knee. "Your highness, I have grave news, King Odin has raised a large army and he attacked Nemeth; my father and I got away, but he was badly injured and I had to leave him behind if I ever hoped to reach Camelot in time; he's hiding in some ruins near the border but I don't know how long he will last; please, please, you must help us."
He offered her a hand and helped her stand up. "And we will," he said firmly. He faced his knights. "Leon prepare the men, we leave tomorrow at first light."
"Yes sire," he replied.
"Thank you your highness," Mithian said with tears in her eyes.
"No need, Odin is probably attacking you just because you are our allies, the least we can do is show him exactly what that means. Now, you need to get some proper rest, we'll need you to come with us to show us the location of the ruins." He looked past her. "Gaius, could you show her to the guest quarters?"
"Of course, sire," he answered.
She nodded in thanks and started to follow Gaius out of the room.
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It was already morning and Dragoon could see the men readying their horses. In the center of them, Arthur was talking to Merlin; he couldn't hear what they were saying, but for some reason Arthur hit Merlin in the head and Merlin just laughed; they had a really strange relationship. Dragoon was almost next to them when they first noticed him.
"Sire, I wish to go with you if you don't mind," Dragoon told Arthur.
"I could always use more men, but I can't take you if you are going to be a liability, are you any good with a sword?" he inquired.
"He single handed defeated five men, I think that speaks for itself," a voice behind them said.
They turned to find Mithian already on her horse.
"It's nice to see you awake, my lady," Dragoon said.
"It's only thanks to you, my lord."
"You are welcomed, but I'm not a lord."
"After this you should come back with me to Nemeth and we could remedy that." She blushed when she heard herself; she had meant to say that they would give him lands and make him a noble, but that had sounded almost like a marriage proposal. "I'm sorry, that didn't come out right," she added, trying to remedy the situation.
Dragoon chuckled. "It's fine my lady, don't worry."
"Alright then, he can come too," said Arthur, trying to change the subject, "but we are leaving now."
Not long after, a small army was leaving Camelot.
Mithian led her horse next to Dragoon's. "So, Drake is it?"
"That's what they call me."
"I never got to introduce myself properly; I'm Mithian, princess of the kingdom of Nemeth." She knew that by this point he probably already knew who she was, but she had always liked to introduce herself properly. "Gaius told me that I should also thank you for healing my wound."
Way to keep a secret Gaius… "What else did he tell you?" he asked with a smile.
"Just that you are a great physician; but it's strange, isn't it? There is absolutely no scar, no nothing; it's almost like… magic," she said, showing him a smirk. "You must be really, really good."
"Oh, I am," he said, returning the smirk.
Some horses behind, Gwaine was approaching Merlin's horse.
"It seems to me that you are going to get a new aunt soon enough," he blurted out to Merlin.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, and watched as Gwaine nodded his head towards Mithian and Dragoon. "No! There is no way. No. Do you think so?"
"I've seen how they look at each other. Believe me mate, there is something there."
Merlin didn't get too much time to think about what Gwaine just said. A group of Camelot soldiers appeared from down the road and went straight to Arthur.
"Sire, we've found the ruins; there are some enemy scouts near it but we should be able to overpower them easily."
"Good," he said and then faced his men. "The first priority is rescuing the king, and we have a better chance of doing that if the enemy doesn't know we are here. Gwaine, Elyan, Percival and Merlin you are with me, our objective is to reach the ruins and grab the king undetected; Leon you stay behind with the men until you see us coming back, then we attack Odin with all of Camelot's might."
"I'm going too, he is my father!" Mithian protested.
"I'm sorry, but it's too dangerous, I can't risk something happening to you too."
She wasn't going to let him treat her like some weak girl. "I don't care. I'll go."
Arthur was thinking how to handle this situation, but his train of thought was interrupted by Dragoon.
"Sire, if I may, I could come along and act as her personal bodyguard," he said.
It was better than nothing. "Fine, but if anything happens you grab her and take her back here, understood?"
"Of course, sire."
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They were already entering the ruins. As the lookout had said there were a few scouts outside but they weren't any challenge. Mithian rushed to the place where she had left her father only to find him lying still against the wall.
She ran towards him and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Father, father!" She saw as he started to open his eyes. Sleeping. He was just sleeping. "Father, I'm back," she said, hugging him.
"Mithian!" he hugged her back and looking past her he saw Arthur and a few other knights standing there. "I knew you could do it," he told her.
Arthur could see the king was not in good shape, the wound in his leg had obviously taken its toll. "Your highness, we have to get out of here, I don't know how long we have before Odin finds us," he told him, offering him a hand.
"Oh, but I already have," they heard a voice behind them say.
They turned only to find King Odin and many of his men coming from everywhere. Arthur and his knights tried to react, but the enemy had the element of surprise and soon all of them were at sword's point.
Odin started to walk towards Arthur. "Did you really think that I wouldn't find out about this place? Please, we found out he was here since day one, but I knew that his daughter was going to ask Camelot for help, and of course that Arthur himself would come." Odin unsheathed his sword. "You are going to pay for what you did to my son."
"How many times should we go over this!?" Arthur said. "He challenged me into a duel, I asked him to withdraw, he didn't. What did you want me to do!?"
"I don't care about your excuses. You die here today."
"So be it; but understand this Odin; you kill me, and you'll have all of Camelot to answer to."
"Camelot is nothing without its king."
Arthur made a small laugh. "Then you don't know anything about my knights. They will hunt you, they will find you, and they will not rest until they're done with you."
"I will deal with your knights soon enough; but now, your time has come."
He raised his sword, but just as he was going to strike, the floor began to tremble; while everyone had been distracted by Arthur's and Odin's conversation, Merlin had sneaked into one corner and casted an earthquake spell. With the floor moving like that it was impossible for anyone to move freely, let alone fight.
"Come on, let's go!" Merlin yelled, indicating the exit.
Taking advantage of the tremble, they got away and went into the forest, but in the confusion the knights got separated from the rest of them.
Arthur was helping Rodor walk, but even then the pace wasn't fast enough to outrun Odin's men, and Rodor knew it.
"Leave me," he said.
"That's not going to happen," Arthur replied.
"Please, leave me, save Mithian."
Arthur knew that they all would be caught if they didn't do something, but he wasn't going to leave King Rodor behind. He looked at Dragoon. "Drake, take them back to the camp, follow the ridge line," he told him.
"What about you?" Mithian asked.
"We'll lead them the other way." Arthur could see that Mithian was about to protest. "This is between me and Odin. You need no further part in this," he added in a firm voice.
Dragoon talked into Merlin's head. "Will you be fine?"
"Yes, don't worry; me and Arthur fooling death has already become a usual thing," Merlin answered.
Dragoon hid a smile. "Alright people, let's go," he said leading Mithian and Rodor towards one side, while Merlin and Arthur went towards the other.
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Unfortunately, Dragoon's group hadn't advanced much when a bunch of men appeared out of the blue and surrounded them.
"So princess, you never told me," Dragoon said, "what's Nemeth's take on magic?"
"Well, we acknowledge that is a dangerous weapon, but we don't think that it automatically makes its bearer evil, or that those who use it deserve to die," she answered.
"Good."
Dragoon's eyes glowed gold and Odin's men were all pushed away by an invisible force.
"I knew it!" Mithian said, "You are a sorcerer." She looked around to see what Dragoon had done with a single look. "Why didn't you do that the first time we met?" she asked.
"Two reasons. First, I really like sword fighting; and second, I didn't know if I could trust you, me being in Camelot and all that," he explained.
"So, I take that Arthur doesn't know about you."
"He doesn't, but believe me, I mean neither him nor Camelot any harm."
"I believe you," she honestly said.
For a second he forgot where they were and he just stared at her; then the second passed. "Alright then, I was intending on doing this in secret later but since you already know," he looked straight at Rodor, "sire, would you mind if I take a look at your leg? I'm not going to be able to use the same spell that I used on your daughter, everyone already knows that you have that wound, but I can stop the pain and prevent any infection."
Rodor looked at his daughter and she nodded. "Sure, thank you," he answered.
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Not far away from where Dragoon was healing Rodor, Odin had trapped Arthur and Merlin between his men and he decided to kill Arthur himself. He was good with the sword, but Arthur was better. Not long after they started fighting Odin was on his knees with a wound in his arm.
Arthur held his sword at Odin's throat; just one swing and this would be over. And then what? Killing him would certainly mean war between the two kingdoms. How many good men would die so he can have his revenge? Hundreds? Thousands?
"This is no answer," he said, lowering the sword.
"Finish it. Finish it and be done," Odin commanded.
"And then what? Your people will seek their revenge. My people will seek their revenge. A war without end until both kingdoms lay in ruins."
"So, what do you propose?"
"In return for your life, you must restore Rodor to the throne of Nemeth."
"Even if I agreed, it solves nothing; what about us, Pendragon?"
Arthur noticed the tone Odin had used to say his name, but he let it slide. "A truce. Binding our kingdoms to peace."
"Never!"
"Is this what you want? To die here, now, knowing that you condemn this land to war? We cannot let it end like this."
"You killed my son!" Odin blurted out.
"And you killed my father!" Arthur retorted. "We have both lost much at the other's hand; let us lose no more. I'm offering you the chance to end this. Take it!" He offered his hand to Odin. "Take it!" he yelled again, his voice somewhere between an order and a plea.
Odin went silent for a moment. "So be it, a truce it is," he finally said, taking Arthur's hand.
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Already back in Camelot, Arthur was still thinking about what just happened. He actually had made peace with Odin. If the day before someone had suggested him the possibility of this happening he would have laughed in his face, and then probably have sent him to the dungeons. He went into the physician's quarters; in front of him Gaius was finishing patching up King Rodor's leg and Mithian seated right next to them.
"Your wounds are painful, sire, but superficial. You'll heal in good time," he heard Gaius said.
Dragoon had taken care of the painful part, but Rodor couldn't say anything. "Thank you, Gaius," he replied.
"Your highness," Arthur said, drawing Rodor's attention, "King Odin has withdrawn his army from Nemeth and its lands."
"All thanks to you," Mithian said.
"Well, everyone played their part." He picked a chair and sat in front of Rodor. "Your highness, we both know that Odin only attacked you because you are in allegiance with Camelot, and we still have many enemies, I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to distance from us until all this is settled."
Rodor leaned forward and placed a hand over Arthur's shoulder. "Arthur, Mithian told me that you agreed to help us without any hesitation and you endangered your own life to save mine; I can't think of a better ally than Camelot to have by our side in these dangerous times."
"Thank you, your highness." They shook hands and Arthur stood up. "As honored as I am to having you here I imagine you want to go back to Nemeth; the carriage is ready to leave whenever you are."
"I guess it's time to go then, I don't want to keep my people waiting any longer," Rodor said, standing up slowly.
They all walked towards the courtyard were Gwen, Merlin, Dragoon and the knights stood next to the carriage.
Mithian saw Dragoon standing in the crowd and she moved an inch towards him, but then stopped when she remembered her father words; there was no time to waste.
Her father knew what she was thinking. "Go talk to him my dear, we can spare five more minutes."
She looked at her father surprised, but he just nodded with a smile. She thanked him in a whisper and started to walk towards Dragoon. When she was close she found herself playing with her hands, as she did when she was nervous. She forced them to her sides and looked him in the eyes. "We must go now, but I wanted to thank you again for saving my life. You know? You should really visit Nemeth some time, we have great … pottery." Pottery, really!?
"Well, I can't resist a good vase," he said with a grin on his face. "I have some business in Camelot, but I promise you my lady that once I'm finished I'll pay a visit to your kingdom."
"I'll look forward to it," Mithian said with a smile. She made a small bow and went into the carriage.
Dragoon was seeing it leave when Merlin approached him.
"So, you and Mithian?" Merlin asked.
"It can't happen," Dragoon answered in a somber voice.
"Why?" he asked surprised.
"Kid, I don't age, what future could we have together? She needs someone who can walk the road of life with her, not someone who watches from the sidewalk."
"So are you telling me that you have never fallen in love?"
"Once, a long time ago; it didn't end well. I can't let it happen again," he said with sadness in his voice.
"For the record, you are doing a terrible job preventing it."
Dragoon laughed. "I know; some things are easier said than done." He kept looking at the carriage until it was out of sight and then turned to Merlin. "Let's skip training today; I think we earned a good night's rest," he said, stretching his arms in a yawn, and walked away.
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She was sitting next to a fire, petting the white dragon's head. Had she made a mistake by not helping Odin? Had there been any chance that plan would work?
No. As long as Arthur has Emrys on his side he is untouchable.
Morgana moved closer to the fire. She still shivered at the memory of losing her powers, courtesy of Emrys, or Dragoon the Great, as he called himself.
She still couldn't believe that she had been beaten by a crazy old man, but she took comfort in the fact that soon she'd have her revenge. Since that fateful day when she was forced out of Camelot once again, she had been gathering all the information she could get about him. It turned out that Dragoon was well known in some areas outside Camelot, however most people described him as a man around thirty and not as the old man she saw. Had he used an ageing spell? He must have, but then why use the same name? Maybe he wasn't so perfect after all.
A snort reminded her that not all that came out of that situation was bad. Next to her was Aithusa, her Aithusa, her friend, her savior. If it hadn't been for the little dragon she would have died that day, but somehow she found her and healed her. Many times Morgana had asked her why she had done that, but the dragon never answered; probably something to do with the fact that she couldn't speak yet.
She looked outside the cave into the night. Soon she would find out where Emrys was. Soon she would kill him leaving Arthur at her mercy. Soon she would finally take over Camelot with no one to stop her. Soon everything would be right.
Soon …
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A/N: I hope you liked it!
Thanks merlinlost, Aerist and SunnySmile1324 for the reviews of the last chapter =D.
Again the longest chapter ever XD, but honestly I don't think I will make a chapter longer than this one (time will tell).
So, this was something like Another's Sorrow, but without old Morgana, a stronger (and a bit shier? flirtier?) Mithian and a Not-Merlin Dragoon XD.
And besides the first appearence of Morgana.
Any reviews are appreciated =D
SPELLS:
Ic þe þurhhæle þin licsare mid þam sundorcræftas þære ealdaþ æ! = I heal you thoroughly from your mortal wound with those special powers that are ancient! Oh!
Bedyrne ús! Astýre ús þanonweard! = Conceal us! Guide us away from here!
EDIT: Changed the format a bit.