Title: Some Truth
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Kilgharrah
Summary: Merlin sneaks out to see Kilgharrah and is caught.
Word Count: 525
Prompt: #183 Rendezvous
Author's Notes: Enjoy! :)
Merlin crept quietly through the castle. It was well after the time most everyone went to bed, so he felt he was safe to sneak out. He had a thing he needed a rendezvous with Kilgharrah, and that obviously couldn’t be done during the day.
He was rather proud of the fact that he’d never been caught, magic or no. Someday, when he didn’t have to hide things from Arthur anymore, he ought to share how awful his guards really are. Most just fell asleep but some weren’t watching where they should be. Sooner or later it would get them invaded, or worse, brought down from the inside.
As he left the main part of the citadel behind, he didn’t notice a shadow detach itself and move to follow him into the forest. Neither did he notice the cloaked form keep trailing him as he crept stealthily through the trees.
Once Merlin reached the clearing, he began speaking the words to summon Kilgharrah, “O drakon—”
“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” a horribly familiar voice spoke behind him.
Merlin whirled around quickly to spot Arthur staring at him with a look a disbelief on his face. “I—” he tried.
“Are you summoning a dragon?” Merlin nodded; what was the use of hiding it? Arthur shook his head. “And I thought you were sneaking out to see a girl. So, how long?”
“How long what?”
“How long have you been colluding with dragons?”
Merlin straightened up. It looked like this was the time to reveal this part of himself. “I am the last dragonlord. I do not ‘collude’ with dragons. I care for them and command them.”
“You, a dragonlord? Right.” Merlin stared right into his eyes. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Whatever Merlin had planned to answer was interrupted by a shadow moving in front of the moon. The sound of heavy wings beating drowned out further conversation anyway. Merlin smiled smugly as Kilgharrah landed behind him and folded his wings.
Arthur stared wordlessly at the huge figure standing behind his friend. Merlin turned to face Kilgharrah, who smiled at the dragonlord. “I see we have a guest tonight.”
Merlin grinned. “He invited himself.”
“You talk,” Arthur stuttered out.
“Well of course. Dragons could speak long before man could. But that’s not what you need answered, is it?”
“Speak, young King.”
“Merlin is a dragonlord?”
“And you’re the dragon that attacked Camelot?”
“Yes. And he commanded me to stop.”
“Why didn’t he—”
“Stop me before I lay siege to Camelot? He was not a dragonlord then. Not until his father passed.”
“Balinor,” Merlin answered.
“I really don’t want to do this right now,” Merlin pouted.
Arthur turned to his friend. “Then when?”
“Kilgharrah,” Merlin whined.
The dragon just laughed. “I think I’ll leave you two to sort things out.”
“Don’t you think you’ve lied long enough?” the dragon replied. He flapped his wings, rose into the air and was soon out of sight.
Arthur folded his arms and planted himself in front of Merlin. “I want to hear it all. Now.”