Light in the Dark

Trapped by Uther to end the reign of Magic, this is where the Dragon sleeps forever more. It is beneath the castle and only a select few of the older citizen's know where this is.

Light in the Dark

Merlin Myrddin
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Sep 29 2011, 06:01 PM #1

He had waited until the last minute, as he had with everything. The moon was full in the sky and at hung over the castle like it was being pierced into place by the spindles on the tower, Merlin had noticed with a sour sense of irony that the world looked peaceful now, quiet, the chill of despair had vanished with the curse and windows were open throughout the castle to let in the fresh and warm spring air. And in less than an hour, Merlin knew it would all be ruined again, by him....

He was scared; it seemed this year all he ever seemed to do was destroy someone or something. So many promises hung in the air, uttered by him but beyond his control. Who was he really? A mere servant and yet he was the one with the audacity to agree to terms and conditions on freeing the city from one plague after another.

The Dragon was hardly to be trusted, perhaps less so than Nimueh. Merlin had thought of him once as his only understanding companion. The Dragon was as alone as Merlin was, they were kin, so the Dragon said; they had a bond. It hadn't taken long for Merlin to realise the darkness behind those words, the fire that roared inside the Dragon like a volcano ready to erupt. Every instinct told him not to release the Dragon, would he really leave his captives be? Would he not try and kill Uther himself where Merlin had failed? Would he destroy Morgana when again Merlin had been too weak to do so?

As he passed through the corridors, finding his way through the darkness that was only lifted by the moonlight through the windows, he cast silent spells on any wanderer who might spot him and guards who hung around in doorways, sending them into a blissful sleep... He felt now no better than the Old Religion, with their dirty tricks. Merlin bit on his lip as he tugged a torch free from its bracket and crept down toward the cavern that had housed the Dragon these past twenty one years. He bit it so hard small beads of blood dribbled down his chin. He wiped them away hastily and when he reached the edge, he looked once behind him and then out into the darkness.

The Dragon would be here soon...
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Oct 3 2011, 10:28 PM #2

Kilgarrah had been restless all day; the sense of something brewing had churned within him for many days now. The promise of his freedom that he had extracted from Merlin would, he hope, come into fruition soon as had all the warnings he had given the young Warlock.

He prided himself on his successful manipulation of the young man, or so he hoped. The dragon was now awaiting the arrival of the said individual.

He stayed out of sight as he usually did whilst cowering in his prison in the bowels of Camelot. Uther Pendragon, his captor, whilst sat above him would soon regret the day he had tricked him into submission.

The lumbering figure of Kilgarrah shuffled around on the high ledge that he found to be most useful; high enough to be out of sight of the trusted Camelot guards that checked the prison every so often but also close to the point of access as to see who would want to visit him. He would never refer to Gaius or Merlin as a friendly face, but their occasional visits broke the monotony of day to day life, locked in a natural prison of stone as hard as the heart of the King.

He craned his neck above him and caught sight of the light from the outside world. It began to dim further through the cracks in the rock surrounding him; the sky reflected his current state of mind, darkening by the minute.

The moon then replaced the sun as the natural light source and the mist from the fires of local people drifted over head. With the suddenness of the fading daylight, the superior hearing of the ancient being alerted him to a visitor; could this be the moment he thought with glee? Who deserves my wrath first?
Breathing in deeply and hoping this would be the last time he would descend from this vantage point; he unfurled his aging wings and gracefully made his way to the promontory at the cave mouth.

“Well young Warlock…it’s about time you returned. I hope you have returned to fulfil your promises?”

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Nov 4 2011, 12:03 AM #3

Merlin stared glumly up and the best, his bottom lip caught between his top teeth, the skin on his lips worried and sore. He had bitten too hard on the delicate skin and small spots of blood lingered until his tongue peeked out to wash them away. It however did nothing to stop the frantic pulsing of the rest of his blood, if deafened him as his whole body rushed with the sound of Dragon wings and dusty air. It was now or never, could he really do this so soon after sending Morgana away to a doom he dared not think about; for fear of losing his sanity again.

The Dragon spoke and the growling voice set his fragile nerves into panic but he found himself nodding. "I will free you... But you must first promise me something."

He stared up and the scaled face and found the dark eyes and somehow they sent chills through him.

"You must promise me that you'll leave Camelot alone, you'll go far away, where Uther can't find you but you mustn't destroy the city or the Albion you desire so much will never come to be."

He was surprised by his own voice, it sounded strong despite the fact every inch of him quaked under the mighty form of the Great Dragon.

"Do you promise, Dragon?"


((OOC, sorry T. Short and late.))
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Nov 10 2011, 03:27 PM #4

Kilgarrah shuffled his gigantic frame on the platform on which he stood awkwardly. From his booming warning the young Warlock had returned his caution with as much strength as he had ever heard from him.

He heard Merlin promise the freedom he so craved and chose to ignore the rest of his statement. He made out something about not attacking Camelot; but he was not willing to commit himself to anything that drastic, just yet. He had suffered too much at the hands of Uther to make such an oath.

He straightened himself as much as he could to allow his huge figure to intimidate the small Warlock. Towering over such a small and insignificant person would in times gone by persuaded any individual into submission. The only person who could wield power over a Dragon was a Dragon Lord and with Uther wiping them from existence, he had no allegiance to any human now.

“Demand nothing of me Young Warlock!” Bellowed the ancient beast with the entire muster he could produce. “You are in no position to make such a request, let alone force me into keeping my word!”

Hi words echoed around the cavern for some time before dissipating into insignificance. It seemed Merlin was not likely to be easily intimidated; but this young man was too important to Albion to dispose of as he would have done it already. His attitude was more than Kilgarrah could take at times; but he knew Merlin would learn that magic does not make you infallible before long.

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Dec 11 2011, 12:15 PM #5

Merlin, who knew nothing of Dragon Lords or Ballinor or even the Dragon's name, did not know the power inside him that on his father's death would unveil, he did not know that one day he would be the only one in the world who could control a Dragon or free one from it's egg. Knowing nothing then of his father or these powers, Merlin could only state up at the imense beast. He could go back on his word but what would that make him then? He could never ask the Dragon for help if he betrayed him now but at the same time, could he risk it? Would the Dragon help him once he was free anyway?

Merlin felt used, as though the entire friendship he had built up in his mind was based on this moment, the Dragon did not desire to offer to hand of friendship. He had wanted only one thing, the magic that Merlin possessed so he could be free. However hurt he may have felt at that realisation however, did not stop him from understanding.

Pulling himself to his full height, feeling the cold blade of the sword tied to his hip, Merlin glared back at the amber eyed dragon. "Then you will never be free!" He did not move though, he wanted to free Kilgarrah but he couldn't until he knew for sure that Arthur would be safe.
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Jan 3 2012, 11:48 PM #6

“Then you will never be free!”

Merlin’s voice echoed around the cave for what felt like an eternity to Kilgarrah. He wanted his freedom more than life itself. Other than the creation of Albion, nothing was closer to his cold heart. Merlin was a powerful warlock, this he knew and could sense his power increasing with every day that passed; but he was not stupid with it. He knew when it was right to utilise it and when not.

Despite the understanding which he felt, the sudden feistiness made the aged beast angry; angrier than he had been for many years. When he was captured by Uther and lured by Balinor he hadn’t felt angry, just betrayed, disappointed and hurt. Rage filled him as he contemplated the lost years of freedom and the missed opportunities to give wisdom to those who sought it.

He decided that the best course of action was to remain calm and appeal to the young warlock as an equal, despite knowing he was far above him in stature and wisdom. Leaning his elongated neck towards Merlin felt like the best course of action in which to impress upon him the seriousness of his request, no demand.

“Young Warlock,” he began in an almost soothing manner, “I regret that my freedom makes you feel uneasy. There was a time you know, that we Dragons roamed the skies freely and without revulsion. That time will never come again, but your actions could at least allow me to feel freedom once more.”

Hoping Merlin would soon see his side of the argument, he lifted his elegant neck and head back to their superior position and waited for the torment in his eyes to become resignation.

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Jan 24 2012, 05:49 PM #7

OOC: not sure why it's not working, I'll see if you've done anything wrong.

How could he go back on his word now? The Dragon would only learn never to trust him and how could he expect help then? There was also the fact he could have done without an extra enemy and he thought back to Arthur, would this not instill further his hatred of magic? He sighed, confused and frightened, he was supposed to be the hero, supposed to make things better and yet he stood still, like a child not yet ready to accept the weight of adulthood.

As he looked at the Dragon, thought back on all the help he had offered and even the weight at his side that was the sword, he knew the dragon had saved both he and Arthur, he owed him a debt and it had to be paid...
He swallowed the lump forming in his throat and began the process down the rough edge of the rock. The heavy chain clanked against the stone and he made his way uneasily toward it.

From under his jacket where he had hidden it and tied it to his waist, he pulled the sword. It glistened feebly in the weak light but the Dragon burnished blade held it's own power that made it gleam like the treasure it was. Here was yet another thing that he had to thank the Dragon for.

"If freedom is all you want..." He groaned, his throat croaky with the effort to calm his nerves. He felt sick as he raised the sword above his head, he feet posistion on the rock with a section of the heavy metal before him. "Then I made a promise, but if you come back to Camelot... I will make sure they kill you and I will help them do it." He warned, suprised by the deturmination and power in his voice, as though the threat had wiped away the lingering doubts in his mind.

With one final sobering gasp of the dirty air, Merlin swung the blade down and shouted over the whirl of wind in his ears, his magic burned through him like the fires of the execution pyres he had witnessed so recently, it turned his eyes gold and his blood on fire. As the blade hit the chain the sound clanged around the cave and then the chain uncoiled like a great python, seeming to fall dead at his magic. The young wizard stumbled back and shook his head. He hoped he done the right thing... Not looking up at the beast, Merlin climbed his way back up faster than he had climbled down, and once on the ledge, tied the sword to his waist and hid it from view again before running as fast as he weakening legs could carry him. He knew he'd have to tell it all to Gaius now.
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Jan 26 2012, 09:22 AM #8

Kilgarrah watched with fascination as Merlin continued to stand and shift awkwardly in the entrance way. Despite knowing that the Warlock was suffering with this dilemma he was still unsure as to what action he was going to take. He even began to feel a little uneasy, had his approach over the years backfired on him? He certainly hoped not but there was a lingering doubt in his ancient mind.

All of a sudden, Merlin began to make his way clumsily down to the chain that held him captive to the earth and the King of Camelot. Had the Warlock been intending to release him all along? He lifted his slender neck tall and took a step back from the ledge watching and salivating with anticipation. He couldn’t quite believe that after so many years he would finally be free to make his own decisions, unhindered by Merlin or anyone else in Camelot for that matter.

"If freedom is all you want... Then I made a promise, but if you come back to Camelot... I will make sure they kill you and I will help them do it."

Kilgarrah was made angry by the demands and threats; he had craved freedom for so long and longed for independence but knew that there was no one left who had a call to control him so was therefore free from all constraints both physical and metaphorical.

He stood in silence and gazed in hope as the Warlock removed the dragon breath encrusted sword from his side and lift it into the air above his broadening shoulders. Kilgarrah could feel the power Merlin summoned and it filled his ancient body like a raging fire.

The chain, to which he had been held captive to for so long, ferociously sparked the same intensity of fire that raged and coursed around the magical beings in the cave. He watched as Merlin regained his composure and stumbled back up to the ledge on which had stood to begin with. It was done, he was free and nothing anyone could do now would stop him seeking revenge on Camelot for all his lost years and the deaths of those so dear to him.

He glared down at Merlin, narrowing his yellow and primeval eyes roared,

“I will make no such promise Merlin!! Neither you nor anyone else can prevent me from destroying everything Uther has built up whilst I have been his prisoner! I will have revenge whether you like it or not!”

And with that last word Kilgarrah headed for the roof of the cave and crashed through its cap. As he chanted a spell to weaken its resolve, he raised and lowered his wings with as much power as he could muster and with one final push, broke through to freedom. Heading into the cool night air and over into the forest he had already begun to plan where and when he would attack first. No one in Camelot was innocent.

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