"Thank you, Kilgarrah. I will return to free you.. But I only have one question.. If you are still here, and I am still a Dragon lord in this world.. What happened to my father, Balinor?" Merlin questioned, his heart pounding in his chest as he awaited his answer.

"You killed him."

He froze in place as those words echoed through the cave, before everything finally fell silent. Had he truly murdered his own father?.. He couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it. He knew that the words Kilgarrah had spoken were true, but he so desperately wished that they were not.

"Why?! For what reason would i-.. I mean he do such a thing?!" he called out towards Kilgarrah, frustration and anger filling his core. He couldn't even begin to find a reason for why he would have killed his own father, he couldn't see his reasoning, or even think of a plausible explanation.

"He learned that his father was the last dragon lord, and that the power is passed from father to son. He deemed the power wasted on someone who would not use it" Kilgarrah responded, keenly watching the Young Warlock that stood before him.

"So he killed him. In cold blood, even though he was his father." It was simply too surreal. What type of person had he been in this world, for him to be able to kill his father, merely because he had something he desired, because he had thought that Balinor had been wasting his power.

"Arthur was right, I truly was a monster in this world, no wonder he wanted me dead. If I was capable of killing my own father in cold blood in this world, I can not even begin to imagine what other twisted and messed up things I did." he muttered under his breath, his fists clenching, his nails digging into the palms of his hands until they pressed through the skin and drew blood.

"I must go. Thank you, Kilgarrah. I would still have been lost, had it not been for you. I'll return and free you. I promise." he stated, turning around making his way out of the cave.

"Be careful, young warlock."

He nodded curtly, before he continued on his path.

Exiting the castle had been an easier task than he had expected. Most were asleep at this hour, all but the guards stationed around the castle, and at the two guard posts he had bypassed only a few hours before. He slipped out into the forest near Camelot, heading straight towards his camp. His mind was so jumbled with emotions, that he merely ended up feeling numb. This thoughts were scrambled together, and he could no longer differentiate between each one of them. He didn't remember the walk back to his camp at all, only snapping out of his daze as he had arrived, briefly confused as to how he had ended up there, before he connected the dots in his head.

He didn't know what he had done in this world, only the fact that everyone seemed to be terrified and hateful of him, and the fact that he had murdered his father in cold blood. It didn't make him any keener on learning about the past of this world's Merlin, as he feared what horrible and gruesome things he may have done to warrant these ill-feelings everyone had towards him. He most certainly did not know what to do in order to repair the damage he had done in this world.

Frankly, it almost seemed like his best shot would be to convince them all that he wasn't this evil, wicked Merlin they all had known their whole lives. Even Kilgarrah had struggled to believe him, and if the great dragon himself had strong doubts of the legitimacy of his story, he couldn't imagine anyone in Camelot ever believing a single word he said. He had to prove to them that what he was saying was true, but how on earth would one even begin to do that? How could he even prove that he was magically transported from a different world to their world, and that he is different from the monster they known since forever? And not to mention, his magic was seemingly world known. They would never let him into Camelot, and even if he proved himself, they would have him burned at the stake, partially as a precaution, but mainly due to him being a sorcerer. No matter what scenario he imagined in his mind, it never ended in a good way for him.

He lit the campfire, and begun to prepare the same foul-tasting soup he had eaten before. He could always go back to Ealdor and live with his mother. They probably needed help with the work around the village, but he highly doubted that he would be welcomed back there in this world, considering all of the things he had done. He didn't even know what he had done. How the heck was he supposed to sort anything out, if he had no flipping clue of anything regarding this world he was stuck in. He had to be here for one whole year. It wasn't like he could go back to his world whenever he wanted to. He literally had no choice in the matter.

There was also another thing that bothered him. Morgana. She was living at the heart of Camelot, and she was behaving as she had done before she met the druids and Morgause. She was acting like herself, like when she had been happy, before her heart was darkened with bitterness and hatred. He wondered what had happened in this world, that changed the path Morgana had been destined to walk, but caused him to walk that path in her stead. Hell, he didn't even know if he had even been remotely good in this world, at any point in time. It seemed more like he had been born with evil in his heart than anything else at this point.

He realized that he needed to learn about this world's Merlin, and try to understand what had caused him to turn out this way. He couldn't change anything in this world, if he knew nothing about it. Everyone avoided him, or made attempts at killing him, and chances were slim of getting anyone to speak to him willingly, let alone finding someone willing to speak with knowledge of what had happened to him. It was rather hopeless, unless he happened to stumble upon a miracle. Maybe he could find the druids, and convince them to speak with him. The druids were a welcoming people, taking in those who needed their help, but somehow he found it hard to believe that they'd be willing to welcome him.

A sigh escaped his lips, as he begun to eat. He seriously needed to get something else to eat, that didn't make him gag after every other spoonful.

That night he had another nightmare, a continuation of the dream he had the night before it would seem. This nightmare felt far too lifelike and it rendered his sleep restless.

He made his way past the burning knights, the scent of burnt flesh hanging in the air. The flames died down as soon as he passed them, leaving the knights on the ground in excruciating pain. They had burned just as his people had been burned, however he would not offer them the relief death brought with them. No, he wanted them to feel the pain they brought upon countless of innocent, harmless people, merely because they had magic, because they had been born different from everyone else. He would not show kindness, he would not put them out of their misery. He wanted them to suffer, like his people had suffered for the last decades.

The doors leading into the castle were thrust off their hinges, falling to the ground as he made his way inside the building. Those who attempted to stop him were flung out of his path without any shred of compassion, consideration or mercy. He could care less if they died, or if they survived. His people had never been offered the luxuries of mercy or compassion, and therefore, he would offer them no such things. Anyone who got in his way, who tried to interrupt his quest, who tried to hinder him in reaching his goal were all disposed of, as if they were trash.

He thrust his hand forwards, blowing the doors leading to the throne room off it's hinges. He stepped inside the building, half-way having expected Arthur to sit on the thone cowering in fear, however the room was empty. His eyes flashed golden as he set the throne aflame, turning to exit the room as a familiar figure stood in his path. Gaius.
"Why are you doing this, my boy?! I do not understand. What do you hope to gain from this, Merlin? I beg of you, please stop this madness." Gaius pleaded.

"Do not try to stop me, Gaius! They have persecuted our kind for decades, they have burned our kin at the stake, hunted us like animals, and yet you ask me to stop?! You would protect those who have brought so much pain and suffering to this world, those who mercilessly hunt and slaughter anyone who is different?! Arthur and Camelot has destroyed everything I ever held dear! He is just like his father, blinded by his hatred for magic! Not even Morgana was spared! He hunted her and slaughtered her like an animal, and then he left her corpse in the woods to rot! His own sister! There is no hope for him anymore, nor is there for Camelot, and for as long as he lives, and Camelot exists, there will be no peace or safety for our kind. It is time for me to do what I should have done years ago, the only thing that will keep our people safe! He brought this upon himself the moment he killed Morgana, for that was the very moment he proved that he will never change!" he barked out towards Gaius, fury boiling within his chest.
"You are not my boy.. The Merlin I knew never harbored such bitterness and hatred in his heart, and his mind was never this dark. The Merlin I knew would never harm a single soul, he would gladly give his life for Arthur, and for Camelot. What have you done with him?!"Gaius shouted back with a tone that demanded an answer. "I am who I always was, and perhaps if you had not been such a coward, it would never have come to this." Merlin hissed in response. "Now get out of my way, Gaius! I do not wish to harm you, so do not force my hand!"

"I will not stand idly by and watch you destroy everything Merlin worked so hard to protect, everything Arthur worked so hard to build!" The elderly man shouted, raising his hand rapidly as he let an incantation escape his mouth. The feeble spell was quickly dispelled, and Gaius was flung mercilessly out of the throne room and into the wall on the other side of the hallway by a thrust of magic. He hit the surface with a sickening thud, his face twisting into an expression of pain and shock, before he fell limply to the ground with a groan. "You left me no choice, Gaius."

"Gaius!" Merlin screamed out as his eyes flashed open, a golden hue disappearing from his eyes as a nearby tree shook violently. His body was drenched in sweat, and his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. Panic washed over him as a truly terrifying thought crossed his mind, a thought which made his stomach turn, and caused him throw up what remained of his dinner. These images weren't memories, they weren't even nightmares.

He was seeing his world through the eyes of the twisted warlock. These images weren't dreams. They were reality.

That monster had hurt Gaius, and it had all been his fault.. If only he had not killed Morgana, then perhaps his home would still be safe.

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