The Return of Arthur

Chapter 7

**sorry for the random update, I didn't really like the original ending to this chapter so I changed it. Sorry if you've already read this chapter, and if you haven't then happy reading!**

Wendy paced the living room, "We should wait for Kilgharrah, right?" It'd been nearly two hours since they had discovered the letter. Two hours since Kilgharrah had stormed out. Two hours that Merlin and Wendy had been waiting for him to return.

"Where is he?" She shouted, slumping into the couch beside Merlin. Her hands flew up in exasperation. "Why does he have to be so stupid?"

Merlin glanced over at her, "What'd you mean? Kilgharrah is especially intelligent."

She groaned, "Nothing. It's fine." Merlin could tell nothing was fine but he didn't press the issue; Wendy didn't look up for talking.

Merlin patted her on the leg, "Earl grey?" She nodded distractedly, she's gone in her own world.

He'd barely gotten up when the door flew open. Kilgharrah stumbled through, clothing torn, looking more alive and happy than Merlin had ever seen him before. Wendy tensed, but refused to look up from the coffee table.

"Where've you been? Wen-" Wendy slapped him in the thigh. "I've been worried sick about you."

Kilgharrah smiled, really smiled and replied, "I went for a run." but Merlin doubted him, "Through barbed wire and knives?"

His smile fell as he inspected his clothing, "It's not that bad." Merlin couldn't help but notice that he'd never seen Kilgharrah like this; free. His dark brown hair was strewn in every direction, his yellow eyes bright and excited, his lips pushed into a carefree smile.

Wendy still sat silent against the couch, turning the letter over in her hands. "We got another letter from our mystery sender."

The bright eyed boy instantly frowned, going back to the serious man he usually was. "When did it arrive? Did you see who sent it?"

"After you stormed out." There was a tightness in Wendy's voice that they'd never heard before. Both men treaded carefully.

"Have you opened it yet?" Merlin shook his head, answer the question before Wendy.

Wendy scowled, "Of course we didn't." She threw the letter at him as proof, "See, unsealed."

Kilgharrah began to defend himself when the younger boy cut in, "Let's open it now shall we?" With an unreal amount of joy, in hopes to ease the tension.

The letter looked just as the last had. Same gold lettering, only now instead of a single letter; her first name was written in the same elegant font. Kilgharrah gently placed the letter back into Wendy's hands and whispered, "It's your letter."

If looks could kill, Kilgharrah would be less than a pile of ash. She swiped the letter away and tore it open; destroying the delicate envelope in anger. Huffing as she yanked the letter out; Wendy frowned as she began to read the letter.

After several agonizing minutes Wendy threw the letter down, "I don't even know."

Merlin grabbed the letter and began reading, 'the prophecy has been told time and time again, but things have changed. Things have been kept secret. It is the whilling sacrifice of blood from the Pendragon heir that will aid the mightey Emrys to revive our king. Wendy, you whill be far more important to the revival of Arthur than you may ever know. Orion will rise over Avelon in two days time, it is then that you will make a terrible decision. Challinges lay in your path. Choose the greater good Wendy, what's good for you may not be opporrtune for everyone else. You must do everything to complete your destiny.' Merlin frowned in confusion, curious, there are so many spelling mistakes.

Kilgharrah, who had been reading over his shoulder spoke, "What challenges? This is so vague!" Merlin scoffed, it was funny to see the tables turned.

Wendy, who had been deep in thought since reading the letter, screamed. "It's a code!" She tore the letter out of the warlock's hands and scanned the page again. With one hand she blindly reached out for a pen, struggling until Merlin pushed the object into her reach. "Look, the extra letters! T, and then H," Wendy began writing the letters on her arm, "E. H. E. I. R." And twisted her arm to show them.

After a moment of stunned silence, Kilgharrah spoke, "How did you figure that out?" Wendy looked at her lap, trying to hide her blush. "It happens in A Series of Unfortunate Events, it's my favorite movie. A hidden message saves them."

Merlin cut in, "It says, 'the heir'. What does that mean? We know we need the the heir of Pendragon." He sighed, "We just need to find them."

"No." Kilgharrah grabbed the torn envelope. "Merlin only had his first initial, Wendy had her whole name."

"So?"

"So, it's different, therefore significant."

Merlin suddenly understood. "It's you. Wendy, it's you."

Wendy scoffed, "Me?"

Merlin jumped up, "It makes sense. I've always thought you were so familiar. So much like them." He paced the room, "It was no coincidence that you are my caretaker. It was fate. We were meant to meet."

She shook her head, standing hastily from the couch. "It can't be me. I'm nobody."

Merlin looked at her, really looked at her. She has her hair, how have I never noticed that? And her eyes, the same color as Arthur's. I've been a fool to think this is coincidence. "It's you. You will resurrect Arthur."

"But I'm not like you! You're a warlock," She turned to Kilgharrah, "And you're a dragon for crying out loud!" Helpless tears pooled angrily in her eyes. "I. Am. Nobody." She repeated with such conviction that both men were chilled to the core, not by what she said, but because it had been years, hundreds of years, since they'd heard it. Arthur, they remembered, she sounds just like Arthur.