The Fire Inside- A Merlin BBC Fanfic

Ardhshëm

"Ahah! Found something!" Merlin awoke Gaius with his loud tone, his finger glued to a page of, "The Power of Dragons Vol. 12". Merlin, with a crazed look in his eye, continued," 'Dragons can enchant weapons by simply blowing their fiery breath on to said weapon. Once a weapon is enchanted, it can only be repaired by either the same dragon or a dragon of greater power.' So she has to be a dragonlord!" Merlin collapsed on to the chair, obviously exhausted.

"But Merlin, the knowledge is passed from father to son, not to the daughters. It states so in vol. 3 of the same series!" Gaius flips through another novel, pointing to the fact.

"Gaius there has to be something! How could she repair the sword?" Merlin groaned.

"Well she hasn't done it yet, Merlin, you could just ask her as well, that way you can see if she's open about what she's not saying," Gaius suggested, sarcastically shutting the book.

"Because that always works," Merlin mumbled, his face on the table.

"Just get some sleep, Merlin, it's late," Gaius said, but Merlin had other ideas.

"Good night Gaius," Merlin said, sounding falsely tired. Gaius raised an eyebrow.

"What are you up to now?" Gaius questioned. Merlin looked hurt.

"I've been here how long and you still don't trust me?" Merlin sounded pretty convincing, at least to a tired Gaius.

"Whatever it is I'm sure you can handle it. Goodnight Merlin," and with that, Gaius headed to bed. Merlin, however, had no intention of sleeping.

Packing his things, Merlin creeped out of the castle, heading to his favourite spot in the woods.

~

"Kilgharrah, great one," Cyra did a short bow,"It's amazing to finally meet you, it's an honour," she said, bubbly enough that she realised how stupid she sounded and ducked her head.

"Oh no, it's an honour to finally meet you, my child, you've grown since I last saw you," The great dragon smiled a genuine grin.

"Well it's been three years," She chuckled, and the two locked eyes as they scavenged each other's souls. Cyra saw the time he spent caged, the dark and dingy cave he'd spent so long in. She also saw his saviour, a certain jet haired boy, be taught and eventually releasing Kilgharrah. Cyra snapped out of the memories when he cleared his throat.

"So you've come to repair the sword, Ardhshëm." He sounded almost dissapointed. Cyra shuddered a bit at her altered name.

"Well more to catch up, but learning how to repair it was on my mind," Cyra replied.

"If you wanted to learn how you could've gone to Merlin, he has more access to the royal library than anyone."

"Never mind the sword then, I can find Merlin later," Cyra rushed, hoping to lighten the mood, "now for what I've always wanted to ask: do I finally get the honour of sparring with my teacher?" Cyra and Kilgharrah gained.

"I do not believe you're up to it, Ardhshëm," He chuckled, but stood to show he was ready. Cyra looked around, making sure no one was around.

Taking off her outer layers and storing them in her bag, Cyra was left in a long shift to cover herself, the likes of which she had extra of in her pack. Preparing herself mentally, she returned to stand in front of Kilgharrah.

"Ic ábannan min áwendendlic ansìen Ardhshëm," Cyra chanted.

Her body stretched, her green skin scaling over, spines emerging from her temples and back. Wings grew out of her sides, extending to the trees. Claws formed out of each foot, extending their pitch black exterior beyond what was though possible. When her eyes finally reopened, their sharp grey pierced through the night.

"A bit rusty, are we?" Kilgharrah laughed, "Still want to fight, Ardhshëm?"

"Like I'd ever back down from a fight," Cyra laughed, thinking about all the fights she'd had started over the years.

In her reminiscing, Kilgrarrah swiped at her. Blood oozed from the wound, but all Ardhshëm did was gain a mischievous look in her eye. She raised her front feet up, and the battle truly began.

~

Merlin followed the all familiar paths and while still a while to go was flooded with roaring and screeching. The sounds didn't seem to effect the people nearby, Merlin saw by picking through the trees, so he decided it must be one thing- magic.

He started to dash through the woods, the roaring getting louder and louder as he went. Seeing a wall of shining colours was the first obstacle.

As Merlin approached the clearing however, the colours faded into a slight sheen that hung in the air. Approaching the iridescent wall, Merlin found he could easily step trough it.

Merlin was in awe at the sight before him. Kilgharrah, the great dragon, was fighting a smaller deep green dragon. The darker one seemed to have overtaken his friend, so Merkin knew he had to step in.

"Draca bìdsteall plúmfeder," Merlin yelled at the two, forcing them each to back down from the fight.

"Ah Merlin, just who we wanted to see," Kilgharrah responded, not acknowledging the battle.

"What was that? Who is this? What's going on?" Merlin shot question after question. Kilgharrah looked to Ardhshëm to explain, but she knew that speaking or anything like it would give her away. She wanted to fly away, but all her clothes and things were here, and it was only a matter of time before Merlin connected the clothes shed on the ground and the deep green to her.

Feeling trapped, she spoke mentally to Kilgharrah, he can't know who I am.

Why not? He is a Dragonlord, he brotherkin to our kind.

"Why won't you answer me?" Merlin was lost and frustrated- the two dragons had gone silent. Finally, the green dragon bowed to Merlin before taking off.

"No! Why didn't you tell me there was yet another dragon?" Merlin turned to confront his friend, who had stared after the younger dragon.

"That, young warlock, is something for her to explain." Kilgharrah spoke cryptically.

"But what-" Merlin had no time for more questions, however, because Kilgharrah swiftly grabbed something from the ground and flew after the other dragon.

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Boom! Another chapter up. I'm going to say now there's no way they'll be this consistent by next week.

The image is from a "customise your own dragon!" Thing, all artistic elements go to Wyndbain.
And yes, picture her in an extra dimension or so.

Hope you enjoyed!