Chapter 3 Unfolding: Part 1
"Why did you bring me here? Why couldn't we eat at the tent?" Arthur asked.
"You have accepted Merlin's magic before you were brought to the vail. For that, I am eternally grateful. This pool allows me to see things in the world of the living. It is also a gateway from the lake of Avalon, to here. The reason I brought you to the pool, was so you could witness all Merlin has done for you; and to help bring Albion." Arthur nodded in understanding. "This will take a while, so make yourself comfortable." Freya waved her hand over the water, and an image appeared.
It began with Merlin walking to Camelot, one arm swinging freely, the other holding a pack over his shoulders. Arthur made a childish giggle to himself as he saw how big his ears stood out. Freya glanced at him with a quizzical look. Arthur didn't notice.
"I could take you out with a single blow." Arthur heard himself say. "I could take you out with less than that" Merlin responded. How true those words were. Now the mystery of Merlin had been solved, Arthur was amazed that he didn't notice Merlin using magic during their first fight. Arthur considered what kind of king he would be like now, if Merlin hadn't have come to Camelot all those years ago. Continuing to watch, Arthur winced when he had hurt his friend.
Merlin was now walking in the halls at night; 'where was he going?' Arthur watched as Merlin took a torch from the wall and walked down a series of steps, entering a large cave.
"Where are you?" He heard Merlin call out. Suddenly a rushing sound of wind, and something like a rattling chain. Then the dragon appeared. Merlin seemed astonished, but he didn't run away like Arthur thought he would. The dragon landed a few feet in front of him and spoke. "I am here." Arthur was taken back. He had no idea that dragons were capable of speech. Arthur recognized it as the dragon who attacked Camelot. He started to get angry, but kept it to himself and continued watching. "How small you are, for such a great destiny" the dragon said. Arthur raised an eyebrow. 'Merlin has a destiny?'
"Why what do you mean?" Merlin asked. "What destiny?" The dragon settled himself down and spoke again. "Your gift Merlin, was given to you for a reason."
"So there is a reason?" Merlin asked. The dragon grunted in response. "Arthur is the once and future king who will unite the land of Albion."
"Right," Merlin said uncertainly.
"Arthur faces many threats, from friend and foe alike."
"I don't see what this has to do with me" Merlin told him. "Everything." Arthur thought he said kind of harsh. "Without you, Arthur will never succeed. Without you, there will be no Albion."
"No," Merlin said. "No, you've got this wrong."
"There is no right or wrong. Only what is, and what isn't."
"I'm serious, if any one wants to kill Arthur they can go ahead. In fact I'll give them a hand." Arthur stared at the water, slightly shocked at what Merlin said. The dragon chucked. "None of us can choose our destiny Merlin. And none of us can stop it."
"No," Merlin said shaking his head. "No way, nope, you must have the wrong Arthur because this one's an idiot." Arthur heard Freya chuckle. "Perhaps it is your destiny to change that." The dragon began to unfold his wings and stood up. "Wait, wait, stop, I need to know more." The dragon only stretched his wings further, and flew away. "Freya," Arthur began. He didn't want to ask this question, but he needed to know. She turned to him. "Did Merlin know that the dragon would attack Camelot?"
"No," Freya said. Arthur breathed a sigh of relief. "Arthur, the reason Killgarah attacked Camelot was because of Uther."
Freya nodded. "The dragon's name. Kilgharrah is the last of his race; except for one other."
"Morgana's dragon." Arthur said.
"Yes. However, Aithusa was not yet born when Kilgharrah was kept underneath Camelot. Uther had asked a dragon lord at the end of the Great Purge to call Kilgharrah to Camelot so he could make peace with him. They were both tricked. Uther imprisoned Kilgharrah for twenty two years as a lesson. Uther killed all of Kilgharrah's kin and he was powerless to do anything. Tell me Arthur. If this happened to you, would you not do the same as Kilgharrah did?" Arthur could not really blame him anymore after knowing his story. "Yes. I suppose I would" Arthur said.