Epilogue

Kilgharrah always knew that as the last of his kind there was only one path for him to take. While he knew that to Merlin it might appear spiteful, petty, and lead to several casualties, his actions were more than just a matter of pride or honor. That is not to say he would not take pleasure in his destruction. His entire race and that of the dragonlords was wiped out by Uther. He in turn was enslaved for over 20 years. Be that as it may he also knew that he wasn't the only one tricked and pushed into exile. His dragon lord had long been taken from him, yet he could still feel the faint beat of life reverting from him. One that spoke of suffering and loneliness just as strong as his own if not stronger.

They had been apart for too long. He doubted that Balinor could even recognize the connection after all those years. And unless Balinor spoke out to him and called him in their shared tongue they would be lost to eachother for the rest of the dragon lord's pitiful human lifespan. No. Kilgharrah had gone far too long being alone and the only person who could recognize in his shared pain was still suffering. He knew that his actions would lead Gaius to reveal Balinor's survival and inturn allow for him and his friend to be reunited.

Kilgharrah waited till dark. When the castle was finally resting from the disaster the High Priestess left behind before he flew overhead. He was surprised at how many times he had to fly across the castle sky for the guards to notice. When they did that was when he let out the loudest roar his body was capable of producing. Loud enough to wake the entirety of the palace.

Kilgharrah turned his attention towards the men standing guard on top of the castles western walls and began to set each a blaze. He counted twelve guards before he turned his attention towards the houses in the lower town.