Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Language 2

One would be quick to assume that Merlin had been sarcastic about the whole animals can talk thing. However, with as weird as their adventures tended to turn out and with how well Arthur knew his servant..... he wasn't so sure about the whole thing.
At first, nothing really changed. Merlin was still his servant. He still skipped between languages. Even when Arthur pointed it out, Merlin just helplessly apologized.
Merlin neither saw nor heard any differences, no matter whom he was talking to. So clearly, it wasn't his fault.

But then, the knights, namely Gwaine, had the awful idea of making fun of Merlin for it.

They were training for the next tournament. Merlin polishing Arthur's armor, while watching them from the sidelines, when Gwaine and "Black Star" approached him. Interrupting his work.
Black Star was a priced horse. One of the best that Camelot had to offer.
It was also the most stubborn one. Unable to listen to commands correctly, unless it was Arthur who rode it.

Truth be told, since Merlin had given them the short version of what he had sacrificed for Arthur and Camelot in the past couple of years, the knights firmly believed that Merlin had enchanted the dark black mare. So it wouldn't throw off the king.

"Merlin – my dear horse whisperer. I've been wondering for years, why our dear little Black Star hates me so much. Could you ask him why?" Gwaine was grinning. But his tone was serious.
He was currently struggling to NOT let the mare escape from his grasp and stumbled back and forth to keep the reins straight.

Merlin blinked. "And how am I supposed to talk to him?"
Gwaine groaned. "How do I know. You're the horse whisperer.", he cursed, as the mare still struggled.

On second thought, it was kinda nice to see Gwaine struggling so much. Arthur was glad he had decided to only supervise the knew knights today. This was bound to be fun.

"You know I can only talk to the horse, if HE initiates the conversation. Or else I could just start talking in french.", Merlin frowned, but he put the armor aside and stood up. He brushed off his trousers and took the leash from Gwaine.
Gwaine threw up his hands in exasperation. "And how on earth am I supposed to make a horse talk?!", he all but yelled.

Merlin gnawed on his cheek. "You know what, I think I might have an idea. Wait a second."

If Arthur hadn't been watching them this entire time (laughing at Gwaine's expression) he would definitely have jumped face first into the next mud puddle.
Because he had NOT expected Merlin to roar out loud. Suddenly he WAS talking nonsense gibberish. But nobody had initiated this. What language was this?
The horse looked just as startled as Arthur felt, as it tried to run off again. This time, Gwaine actually lost the fight, since he was shocked enough to loosen his grasp.

"NO! Stop!", Gwaine yelled, but Merlin just flicked his wrist and soon enough the horse was encircled by a magic barrier and couldn't run any further.

Merlin raised his hand to block his eyes from the light. As minutes later a bird like creature appeared in the sky.
It was coming closer.
Drastically closer.
And bigger.
Horrifyingly bigger.
That was not a bird. That was't even close to being a bird. That was a motherfucking dragon!

Arthur was not embarrassed to say he ordered all his knights to hide immediately.
He tried to order Merlin as well, but his still servant stood firm on the training field, waving for Gwaine to stay where he was.
Gwaine – who had in fact fallen to the ground on his armored butt, looked frightened. He didn't stand up.

"Gwaine, Arthur -", Merlin turned around, to let Arthur know he was safe. Arthur did NOT feel safe. He wouldn't be hiding behind a tree, if he felt safe.
Heart beating fast, he held his practice sword close to his chest. It was the only weapon he had right now.
"Meet Kilgarrah.", Merlin finished, as giant wings flapped above them, causing a wind that threw around their practice dummies like paper planes.