Craziness in Camelot

Neckscarves and sheep

Mordred: Hello again! Mordretta likes me, so I'm doing another disclaimer! Mordretta does not own Merlin! But she owns the possessed neckscarf...

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Mordred POV

The soldiers run off, armed with wooden paddles and a barrel to put the squished Gwen in. I think I should go and tell Arthur that his wife and friend are dead. On second thoughts, maybe not. I've heard he has contracted rabies, and rabid people are not to be neared. If Arthur bites me, I'm likely to contract rabies myself, and then Camelot will have no king. I content myself by looking at Merlin's scarf, knowing he is dead. The thought makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Dead Merlin. Hurrah!

The scarf moves in my hands. It jumps-no, falls, scarfs can't jump- onto the path. It balances on its point, and begins to hop up my leg. I stare at it, fascinated and unmoving. The scarf is now in my shoulder. As quick as a bat, it wraps itself around my mouth and nose, trying to suffocate me. It must be possessed by the spirit of Merlin! I know only one thing can save me now. "Come dragon!" I yell. The scarf, propelled by the force of my voice, shoots off into the distance, and the Great Dragon appears. "Greetings, young Dragonlord", he says.

"O Great Dragon, please follow the scarf, and either destroy it when it stops, or witness it being destroyed." I ask. The dragon flies into the distance. Several minutes later, the dragon flies back. "A sheep ate it", he said.

"Thank you, Great Dragon", I say. He turns, and goes back to his cave.

I go through my to do list; as Merlin is dead, it's shorter:

1) Housetrain Aithusa.

I wonder if the Great Dragon could help me with that...