Merlin: The Great Dragon's Last Call

Chapter 2

Gregory POV: 12 Years AD, April 4th- April 5th.

I wake up to see the sun setting. I looked around and discovered my surroundings. I cried myself to sleep after the rocks fell on Mithian, my mother. What was going to happen? Will my father rule the kingdom alone? Jonas, my brother is still to young to take over the kingdom. He's 15 years old. I'm only 10 years old.

I felt my stomach grumble. I have to find my way home. Or should I stay here? I have so many questions racing through my head and I don't know how to answer any of them.

I laid my head down on a rock and fell asleep. I wake up in my home, and I could barely move. My father comes up to me and smiles.

"You nearly froze to death. Your lucky I found you," he said. His smile fades. "Where is your mother?" He asks. "Is she dead? Was she taken by those smugglers we attacked earlier?"

I looked up at my father and felt a my eyes about to tear up. I answered his question without saying anything. He reached down and hugged me.

"Please tell me what happened," my father asked.
I sat up in my bed and told the story, "Me and mother were playing in the river together when some smugglers started charging after us and screaming loudly. We got away. Then there was a loud noise and a bunch of rocks were about to fall on us, but then mother pushed me out of the way..." By this point I was crying in my father's arms.
"Thank you, son. I'll go tell the others what happened. Would you like to come with me?" Father asked.
"Ok," I answered.

We walked into an empty room with a couple chairs. Jonas and Sophia were there. Sophia had tear stains on her face and Jonas looked frustrated. My father told them what happened. Sophia started crying again and Jonas stared at me with hatred. I didn't do anything wrong. Why was he giving me a glare that meant he was going to kill me?

Father went over to Sophia to comfort her. Jonas angrily walked out of the room and slammed the door. I didn't see him for the rest of the day.

Before I went to bed that night, father came in to tell me something important.

He sighed, then said, "The physician said you are not allowed to leave the castle. No exceptions. When you were outside last night you nearly froze to death. You were born with a sickness that hasn't effected you till now. I'm sorry."

I fell asleep to his disappointing words. For a while my life was miserable. I couldn't leave the castle, Jonas hated me, my mother was gone...

I began to think positive things the next day. I would run around the castle because I couldn't do it outside. I would help servants do their duties. I even cooked dinner for my family. At first I thought my life was useless but now I know it is far from that. My past is in the past. My future is in the future and there is nothing I can do to change that. I just have to serve the people I love. Even if one of them hates me.

I rarely saw my brother. Only during supper when I cooked for the whole family. After dinner he went to his room and did whatever he does. One day I entered his room. He was sitting on his bed. I walked in slowly and tried to make myself noticeable. He didn't notice me.

I said, "Hey Jonas." He looked up and glared at me.
"What are you doing here?" He said with anger.
"I just wanted... to do something with you," I stumbled.
"Get out!" He yelled at me.
"Why? Have it wronged you in some way?"
"I said get out!"

I refused to move. Jonas got up and threw me against the wall. I was so scared and dizzy. I could barely see him walk up to me, pull me up, and throw me out of his room. He slammed the door.

I knew if I told father what happened I would get Jonas in trouble. So I kept my mouth shut. He must of thought it was fun because he did it again the next day when I wasn't in his room. He grabbed me and pulled me outside. I tried to get away but I was too weak compared to him. He beat me up and left me there. I woke up with bruises all over myself. I got up and went inside. I realized how cold I was and remembered my sickness. I felt free to be outside but I knew it wasn't good for me.

I quietly walked to my room and laid down for the night. I didn't care about having dinner or making it for my family. It wasn't a usual thing, but father would suspect something. Jonas obviously wasn't grateful for everything I had done.

I still don't know why he hates me. Does he think I'm going to steal the kingdom from him? He will soon be crowned Prince and when my father dies he'll become king. I don't want to be king. And maybe he's not mad at me. Maybe he's stressed about becoming king. That might not happen for years. Maybe Jonas is just going through some stage when he gets annoyed easily. I'm not that annoying? Am I?

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Jonas POV: 12 Years AD, April 5th.

I know what Gregory did. He may be able to hide it from father and Sophie, but he can't hide it from me. He murdered my mother. I fear that my father is next. I don't know how Gregory did it, but I know he did. It's haunted me ever since. He tried to hide it by serving us dinner the first night and helping servants do their jobs. All of his joy drained mine. When I become king, he'll be the first to die at my hand. He is a traitor. He betrayed my whole family. His penalty is death.

It's been a few years since mother's death. Gregory would come in my chambers sometimes and try to ask me why I hate him. I know he knows. He just won't admit it. Once he refused to leave so I threw him out. It felt so good I would do it over and over again. I brought him outside and left him there. He didn't show up to make us dinner. A servant had to do it for him.

Father left, then returned a few minutes later. "Do you two know what happened to him?" He asked angrily to Sophie and I.
"He's not in his chambers?" I asked politely.
"He is, but he's all beat up. He refused to tell me who did it, but I have a feeling it was you, Jonas."
"Why would I beat him up?" I stammered.
"I was about to ask you the same thing."
"How did you know?"
"Because if it wasn't you, Gregory wouldn't have kept his mouth shut!" Father yelled at me, "He's scared of you now! How could you do such a thing? You left him outside! I know you know about his illness!"
"You don't know what he did to us!"
"He hurt none of us! Yet you hurt him!"
"He murdered mother!!!" I screamed. Everyone was silent.
"Gregory would never hurt anyone," Sophia said. "He can't even lift a sword."
"I don't know what your thinking, Jonas," Father said calmly, "It was an accident."
"No it wasn't!" I yelled a little more quiet. I stomped out of the room, slammed the door, and went into my room."

First, my mother dies. Then I have to live with the murderer. Now Sophia and Father don't believe me. The only thing that could make me feel better would to become king. I'm not crowned prince yet but I will soon.

All I know is that I'm not going to be like Gregory. I'm not going to murder my father just to become king. I shall wait. Even if it takes years