Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Dragon island (part 5)

A.N.:// here we go again :)

I really like how this one turned out.

Thank you so much, Lucia for sending me this lovely drawing of Ciril. I must say, I can't believe how accurate it is :)<3



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They arrived in Senvilla only a few hours after they left camp. They hadn't been as far off as they initially expected. Merlin was hardly surprised. Dragon's tended to be secretive and careful.
They lived exceedingly long lives. Therefore they could afford to plan things on a great scheme and manipulate strangers into following their lead.
Take Kilgharrah as an example.
It took him years of manipulation to get Merlin to free him.
For someone who had been imprisoned for twenty years and desperately wanted to get out to get revenge, that was one hell of a patience.
Even if he almost lost it in the end.

Ciril had just made sure she was able to warn the town and inform the other dragons and the last remaining kin of their arrival, before letting two strangers in. An understandable course of action.
She had also, as Merlin assumed, informed them of the mark of Kilgharrah that should tell them everything they needed to know.
Whatever that may be.

The village itself appeared to be ... surprisingly normal. There were no gates or walls that protected them, like there were in Camelot. But there were dragons roaming the sky and playing just outside town.
Arthur had flinched, the moment he saw all those creatures being free and flying about.

There were no dogs, no horses. Sure, they had chicken and sheep and cows, but for someone who grew up training hunting dogs and young mares and stallions, Arthur found the difference rather... shocking.
The chicken were running around wild, being played with by tiny dragons (even smaller than Ciril). The cows walked the village freely as well, unbound by ropes or stalls.

Someone was freeing one of the sheep of their wool with a sharp knife and the sheep itself stood by, calmly eating hey from a small child who was feeding and petting them.

Half a dozen women were just coming in from the other side of town, carrying water and those exotic fruit that Arthur and Merlin had stumbled upon earlier.

What Arthur noticed early on was, there was no butcher. And the hut that appeared to belong to a blacksmith, was run by a teenage boy who was selling cups and strange clothes made of what looked like dragon scales.

Arthur halted at the sight, unable to take this in. His father had told him they were at war with the dragon lords. This looked like an ordinary village. Well not ordinary with all the dragons gossiping with the nearest human in sight. Or about the nearest human in sight. And with the lack of soldiers and men in general, it looked calm. Peaceful. Harmless.

When the first group of children started to enchant a small ball made of plants and hey and whatever else that was, Arthur almost had a heart attack. He grabbed for Merlin's shoulder, who followed his startled expression with surprise.
Merlin gaped, but then a mesmerized, fond smile grazed his eyes.
"Magic is legal here.", Merlin mumbled, completely overwhelmed, as he walked forward. Not away from Arthur, but to see them more clearly.

Arthur's hand lost it's grip on Merlin's shoulder. Right. Merlin had magic. The big confession from yesterday... right. How could he forget? He had been thinking about it constantly ever since.
Arthur held his head in his own stupidity. Of course Merlin would be happy seeing children use magic so freely, when Merlin himself had to hide his entire life.
It felt heavy, just imagining this. Merlin, afraid and scared, hiding from knights, while Arthur used to play with wooden swords, training to be they thing Merlin feared. Never before had a smile from Merlin, accompanied with a glint in his eye, managed to hurt Arthur like this.