The Fire Inside- A Merlin BBC Fanfic

The Begining of the Jouney

"Cyra?" Evan asked as he knocked at the back door of the house. Still no answer.  She said to only try three times, but what if she's just busy? Maybe I should try again... Evan pondered, standing in the back alleyway.

Trying to look inconspicuous, Evan made his way to the front of the house only to see a note stuck under one of the cobblestones.

"Evan-

I'm sorry I missed our first meeting, but I was invited on a trip with the King. Can't really turn that down. Once I'm back I'll have plenty to teach, I'm sure of it.

-Cyra,"

Evan crumpled up the note and shoved it in his pocket. He just shrugged and walked back into their temporary home. Maybe his mom could still teach him a thing or two...

~

"That should do it," Merlin announced as he tied the last pack on to Arthur's horse.

"Good- we were supposed to be leaving at dawn," Arthur complained, hopping on to his horse.

"You didn't tell me that until dawn!" Cyra griped back, slightly grouchy from only a few hours of sleep.

"Just drop it, there's nothing to do about it now," Merlin commented as he helped Cyra on to her horse. He'd been kept up by the two bickering, and wished he knew what kept them all wound up.

And so the three galloped off into the east forests, Arthur waving to his wife as they rode away. They followed the dirt trails, Arthur riding in front as the other two rode side-by-side.

"So how much do you know about Druids?" Cyra asked her raven-haired friend next to her.

"They're a peaceful people who tend to live simply. I've known a few, but I've never seen a colony that wasn't under Morgana's rule," Merlin added bitterly.

"Who is this Morgana anyway? Gwen's mentioned her a bit, too," Cyra asked towards Merlin, but Arthur overheard.

"We're you not aware of her battle against Camelot at Camlann? I was sure the whole Kingdom heard about when I was announced dead," Arther added with a passive aggressive tone.

"She led the Saxons? And of course I heard about it, the Camelot soldiers took all of our food and water while up in the mountains," Cyra added bitterly, remembering the famine that had finally let her escape from Freiheld.

"Yes she led them. She was also Arthur's half-sister and a wicked sorceress," Merlin commented.

"I'm guessing the magic was from her other side of the family?" Cyra said dryly.

"It was," Arthur added shortly, not wanting to talk about the woman he had trusted for so long.

"Who's the third dragon?" Cyra asked out of the blue a few minutes afterwards. The question had been bugging her and conversation hasn't exactly been flowing.

"You mean you know the other two?" Arthur asked before Merlin could respond.

"Yes I know of the other two," Cyra snapped before turning back to Merlin.

"Aithusa. He's powerful but damaged. Watched him hatch myself," Merlin added, thinking back to that magical evening.

"Wow. He's pretty young, then? And how damaged are we talking?" Cyra asked as she readjusted herself in the leather saddle.

"He's pretty much fully grown. And he was actually chained and held for a long time with only Morgana as company. She even used him as a weapon in Camlann. I haven't been able to speak to him at all, somehow," Merlin added with a sad thought.