Merlin was still fretting about his magic when both Kilgharrah and a cold blast of wind coming off the lake blasted through the front door. “I bought some bagels for us Emrys,” He plopped the brown bag onto the coffee table and sat down beside the old warlock. Before Kilgharrah could disrupt his train of thought any further, Merlin said, “I must be young again Kilgharrah. Arthur needs me to be young again.” He smiled approvingly at the old man and lightly clapped him on the shoulder, “There’s the Merlin I remember.”

When Arthur figures out a way to stop Morgana, Merlin desperately tries to convince him not to do it. Will Arthur listen to his advice or go along with the plan anyway and risk his life? Merlin fanfiction, humor, Merthur bromance Read and I will love you more than my cats (not really but I'll love you a lot) I DO NOT OWN MERLIN, RIGHTS RESERVED TO BBC. I ONLY OWN THE STORY

People weren't supposed to use magic in Camelot. People weren't supposed to control dragons. Cyra Albigan didn't abide by these rules- she didn't have to. Because, after all, she wasn't even a person. Disclaimer- I do not own Merlin BBC, only Cyra and her backstory. Takes place after the end with Artgur and all the Knights alive in Camelot.