Merlin's hyperawareness of life increases every passing moment.
Life is fleeting yet lasts forever. It is hard but wonderful.
He is definitely aware of how much like a vapor life is when he becomes a father in the span of a day.
Technically.
Merlin steals a dragon egg... from a highly protected tomb that he narrowly avoids dying in. He would have hated dying there. It would have been inconvenient, taking up too much of his time.
After the tower and tomb collapse, he does not return to the great dragon. For once.
Before, when he hadn't seen the grand change in Arthur recently, he would have gone to Kilgarrah straight away after getting the egg. But, the chances of things going smoothly aren't good. Things have gone his way for a bit too long.
Merlin hides the egg with the druids.
Yes, he thinks it is irresponsible that he, the last Dragonlord, is not looking over the egg himself. But, just this once, he trusts the choice. Just this once, he does not act. Just this once, he wants to keep something safe in a way he knows.
It hurts to leave the egg with the druids rather than hatching and seeing a brand new baby dragon. Who wouldn't want to hatch and name a dragon? But, he knows they keep their word as long as no outsiders attempt to seek the prize for themselves.
How could he care for the egg while working for the king, in a castle full of servants, and in a kingdom with a general dislike of magic?
Yes, this was better than keeping it.
.oOo.
Kilgarrah roars– in anger or betrayal or anguish, but he cannot do anything against Merlin if he wanted to.
And after Merlin leaves, after he told the great dragon of hiding the egg away, he knows that the egg is safe. It could still hatch in another 500 years after all.
.oOo.
There is a crack in her brain, Morgana thinks.
It is an egg — her head—holding away who she could be and will be, and it is cracking.
This...this comes from one realization. This comes from acting and acting and rampaging against Arthur– and feeling nothing much in return. How can it be that Morgana is more hurt by Arthur doing nothing rather than raging war against her?
She feels her hairline at times with the edge of her fingers. It is when the pain sets in, trying to find the source of the crack in her head. But, oh... Morgana knows the origin. She is the only one fighting anymore. Arthur doesn't seek her out.
The witch is fighting a battle with a dummy, beating the straw with no returning blocks.
What good would it be to set it aflame?
.oOo.
Merlin wears mail like a knight, just this once. It's weighty and just jangly enough for it to make a delicate scrape each time he turns. He's reminded of his past rib injury. Why is that such a prominent incident to think about? There are countless other scars and afflictions that he's gone through.
After almost being hit in an unfortunate spot, he's running into a corner, intentionally, and helps trap his pursuers. They are unwelcome on Camelot land and become prisoners.
Of them, there is King Caerleon.
Agravaine suggests killing him in cold blood to show the kingdom the strength of Arthur. The new, untried king.
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FanfictionVery often and sometimes a bit too many times for his taste, Gwaine found himself in very unique situations when near to Merlin. The smell of blood and dirt smothered his senses, and Gwaine couldn't get up the energy to remove himself from this sit...
