The Fire Inside- A Merlin BBC Fanfic

The King's Blade

"Cyra, wake up," A whispering Merlin said, shaking her shoulder. She jumped awake.

"Hmm?" She moaned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"You know when I gave you the key to Gwens house I meant you sleep there, not on the job," Elyan laughed. Cyra, looking flustered, stood off to the side.

"I'm so sorry, I-I'm here to return your armour," Cyra blushed and passed out the armour as the Knights chuckled at her.

"And here's- where's Sir Gwaine?" Cyra asked. They all kind of groaned.

"He was out at the tavern last night, so he won't be joining us until later today," Arthur said, strapping on his arm guards.

"Oh. Well, I've also got to collect damaged weapons to repair," She started to grab some of their weapons, but as she got to Arthur's Merlin shook his head.

"That one doesn't need repairing," Merlin pointed out. Arthur inspected the blade.

"It's got a few nicks, and it needs to be sharpened anyway," He started to hand it to Cyra, and she took it with caution- why didn't Merlin want her handling it?

"I guess I'll be off," Cyra said, but Merlin followed her out.

"I know where I'm going, Merlin, no need to show me," Cyra joked, but Merlin turned to her with a serious tone.

"Well it's- it's about the sword of Arthur's, you see it's, ah, special,"
Merlin said nervously, peeking around to make sure the hall was deserted.

Cyra pulled out the blade, "Well of course, it belongs to the king. But you can trust me, Merlin, I'll be careful," she placed the sword back, but Merlin grabbed her arm.

"It's not just that- well, I don't know how well it will react to normal flame and sharpening," Cyra raised an eyebrow at this.

"What do you mean normal flame? Is it enchanted?" Cyra must've said this too loud for Merlins liking, because he shushed her and kept looking around.

"Forged in a dragon's flame, to be specific. But even Arthur doesn't know that," Cyra cracked a smile.

"Oh that's all? Merlin I can handle that. Now don't you worry your pretty little head, I'll have it sharpened and patched up by tomorrow." Cyra smiled at him and walked off, leaving no room for questions. Merlin stared after her, wondering how in the world she would pull it off.

The whole rest of the day Cyra possessed Merlin's mind. How had she not freaked out? How would she manage to fix it? Could it even be fixed?

Walking back to Gaius's, Merlin decided that a little research was in order.

"Gaius, what do you know about dragon- forged swords?" Merlin asked as the two sat down for dinner. Gaius looked at him with surprise.

"Well I'm afraid dragons are your forte, not mine," Gaius responded.

"Fine- do we have any books on dragons?" Next thing he knew, Gaius was researching dragons and their magic with Merlin, just how they had done so many times before.

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Cyra worked the rest of the day away, sharpening weapons and redoing chainmail. Leo had congratulated her as she walked out the door, not noticing the blade she had hidden in her pack.

Returning to her lended home, she pulled out the enchanted blade and inspected it.

"Kilgharrah," She recognised this energy anywhere- her old mentor.

Cyra was only eleven when Kilgharrah started visiting her dreams.

The great dragon showed himself to her as she slept because he was "detained". He would show himself in her dreams not as the mighty dragon he was, but a kind old man to guide her. Cyra only saw his true dragon self when she herself "transformed" in her dreams. She assumed it was a way of not scaring her.