Arthur was dead.
Merlin hardly believed it; there was nothing he could do. Teary-eyed, he prepared to send Arthur off. Kilgharrah lingered, gathering strength to fly. Suddenly, Merlin's magic tingled. Confused, he turned and stopped in shock.
Arthur was sitting and staring at Kilgharrah.
Merlin sprinted, exclaiming, "Arthur! You're alive!"
As they embraced, Kilgharrah spluttered, "What?!" After a minute, they separated.
"How am I back? Did you do something?"
"No, you were dead. I didn't know what to do," Merlin tried to compose himself. "Do you remember anything?"
"No, it's very fuzzy. Also, Merlin… why isn't the dragon dead?"
"Uhhh..."
