Summary: Merlin discovers his new purpose.
Warnings: Set after 5x13 (potential spoilers for end of s2 in particular)
Word Count: 367
Prompt: #48 His
Author's Notes: Sequel to Noise of Loneliness & Dreaming of the Past. I have a plan for where I want to take this, so if it feels like there should be more, that's why.
Coming to terms with the end of Arthur’s rein in Camelot meant revisiting all the events leading up to his passing. He needed to accept them for what they were instead of thinking he could have done something differently which might have changed the outcome.
Merlin remembered his father’s presences in his time of need during the final battle. Hence, the few memories he had of Balinor manifested in his dreams.
You don't choose to become a Dragonlord, it's not something you're taught. It's a sacred gift. For thousands of years, it's been handed down from father to son. And that is what you must now become, Merlin.
The last Dragonlord. That was his purpose now. His gift to the world and his duty. To Kilgharrah and Aithusa.
Aithusa. He needs to find her. To help right the pain and suffering she has been through and hopefully restore her to as close to full health as possible.
Merlin had been afraid to call him for fear there would be no answer.
When he feels deep inside, though, he knows the Great Dragon will answer his call and should there come a time when Kilgharrah will no longer be around, he would feel the bond between them sever.
The Great Dragon made his usual grand entrance.
“I am glad you have rediscovered a purpose for yourself.”
While Arthur is not present. The words were left unspoken but resonated in each of their minds.
“Will you help me find Aithusa?” Merlin asked, cutting to the chance. He didn’t wish to dwell any more on what had been lost.
“The task you set out to achieve is not an easy one. You may have to be forceful?”
“But it is possible.”
“For you, Merlin, there is hope.”
“So you will help me?”
“I will assist where I am able.”
Kilgharrah lowered his belly to the ground, leaning forward so Merlin would be able to clamber on to his back. Though he would deny it if asked, the weight of Emrys was somewhat soothing.
“Thank you,” Merlin spoke as Kilgharrah lifted his body from the ground and took flight to start the search for the other of their kin.